Lu Chuan received two paintings early the next morning.
Qiao Qiao waited for Chen Chi to finish breakfast on his tricycle before sending the paintings they had drawn together.
What Qiaoqiao drew was the butt of the big bear.
A round butt with black and yellow stripes, plus two small wings... It's easy to say, but difficult to say.
However, although the watercolor painting he learned before was different from this one, some knowledge points were similar, so it was really interesting to paint them.
Lu Chuan looked at it for a long time before nodding and saying:
"The butt is very round and furry, and very cute."
"Of course!"
Qiaoqiao became proud: "I have known Big Bear for the longest time! My sister even secretly peeped it behind my back at first."
But he was stupid at that time, so he was fooled easily. But now Qiao Qiao is no longer Wu Xia A Qiao, and he will never be deceived by such simple lies again!
make a fist!
Compared to Qiao Qiao, Chen Chi doesn't have any painting skills.
There are no tutorials like those on the brand new tablet in Qiaoqiao's hand, so the painting he gave can be said to be completely disorganized.
Half a page of blue sky, white clouds, followed by grass of different shades of green, with colorful flowers on it...
Just like the results of every child's drawing.
But because of the unique texture of oil pastels, it actually has a lively three-dimensional feel when viewed from a distance.
Lu Chuan looked at him carefully for a while, then nodded:
"The colors are very beautiful! I will buy two picture frames later and mount them both."
"Qiao Qiao's painting can be hung on the wall, and Chen Chi's can be placed on the table. They are both very beautiful."
Chen Chi and Qiao Qiao grinned. The tall and strong men stood in front of him and lowered their heads slightly, with pure happiness on their faces.
After the two of them left, Lu Chuan gestured with the size of the two pieces of drawing paper and went online to select the picture frame. On the other side, Song Tan asked curiously:
"You said last night that you would stay up late to sort out your new book. Do you have an idea?"
To be precise, it was mainly to adjust my sleep schedule, so I only slept for two hours in the morning.
Lu Chuan nodded: "Yes, it's still a fairy tale theme - I dreamed of a plot last night and found it very interesting."
Seeing that Song Tan was already sitting next to him, ready to listen to his description, Lu Chuan roughly stated the ideas that he had not yet written on paper:
"The background world is an era of spiritual cultivation at its peak. There are three mountains and five mountains, and there are many sects. The human emperor longs for the favor of heaven, while the immortal cultivators believe that the strong are respected."
"But under the clouds, people have no life."
Song Tan lowered his eyes slightly and listened quietly.
Lu Chuan also narrated while going through the thoughts in his mind again——
"The protagonist is a young man from a poor mountain village. His village has to pay taxes to the government every year, and at the same time, he has to make offerings to the fairy gate in the mountain forest to pray for blessings."
"The Immortal Way is prosperous, the King's Way is domineering, but the Human Way... cholera is perennial, and people change their sons to eat."
"The government needs to impose heavy taxes and go into the mountains to cut firewood or hunt. All these tasks can only be done after being granted the qualifications by the immortal sect."
"So no matter how hard they work, the people in the village remain poor for generations."
"Until one day, young geniuses from two sects were fighting in martial arts. One of them learned a new sword move and easily cut off the mountain top and buried the entire village..."
He outlined a cruel world of cultivating immortals in a few words. Those who often read online articles would know that the article is grand, but Song Tan was fascinated by it——
Until Lu Chuan asked her:
"Would you be interested in the background of this story?"
Song Tan then smiled and spoke slowly:
"What a familiar world..."
She murmured a sigh and then said with great interest:
"Yes! I'm very interested and can't wait to see the ending!"
She looked at Lu Chuan with burning eyes: "Will the young dragon-slaying boy overturn the world, or will he also become an evil dragon?"
Lu Chuan laughed: "According to the routine of Internet articles, it will definitely overturn the world...but the length will probably be longer. Let me sort out the background first-"
He looked up outside and saw that the rain was still pouring down, so he could only apologize to Song Tan:
"I have more inspiration now, and I may have to work today..."
"It's okay!" Song Tan showed great expectation: "Hurry up and write this story. I like it very much and want to read it."
This surprised him a little - because Song Tan actually didn't have that much love for online novels, not even as many as Song Sancheng and Wu Lan listened to every day.
However, everyone has their own preferred subject matter, so Lu Chuan also became active: "I will work hard to write it well."
Zhang Yanping silently looked at his back, then sat next to Song Tan: "Is he really not going to check out the B&B?"
Song Tan was helpless: "It's raining, the door hasn't been hardened yet, and my legs are covered in mud. What can I see?"
"Besides, brother Yanping, don't you go every day? With you here, I can rest assured."
Zhang Yanping frowned: "Are you trusting me? You are clearly using me as a gangster brother!"
"Who is the gangster brother?" Qiao Qiao poked her head out.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother Yan Ping is like this, fierce, dark and scary."
Qiao Qiao was surprised: "Is Brother Yanping scary? He's not as strong as me! Then can I be Brother Yanping's gangster brother?"
Zhang Yanping:......
He raised his voice: "Xin Jun! Xin Jun!"
"Come and see your student, have you assigned homework? What does he think about every day?"
Xin Jun slowly poked his head out from upstairs: "Qiao Qiao is right, you just don't work enough and you haven't developed any strength. It's raining. Why don't you go push the stone mill?"
Bar."
It was rare for him to order a dish: "I want to eat steamed soybean noodles."
Grind dry soybeans into powder, add some seasonings, and stir-fry in a pan. The resulting soybean powder will become extra fragrant when steamed with a little water. It is simply another magical dish for rice!
It’s okay not to mention it. When I mentioned it, the seventh cousin also became energetic:
"That's right! Our family hasn't had soybean noodles for a long time, right? Yanping, aren't you the only one who has nothing to do right now? Come over and give me a hand!"
But Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up, she ran upstairs, and soon came downstairs carrying a lot of things.
"Brush pull" tore off the tape that fixed the drawing paper, and spread out a large box of 4-layer oil pastels. At this moment, I was full of confidence:
"Brother Yanping, if you work hard, I will definitely draw very well!"
His eyes were blazing, as if Zhang Yanping would be able to paint with peerless style if he just sharpened his skills!
Zhang Yanping: "..."
On this rainy morning, the gangster brother pushed the small millstone, eyes blank, and the whole person fell into reflection——
Why is it that even though I have done nothing wrong, the work still falls on my shoulders?
