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Cheng Peng tilted his head slightly, then lowered his head, put down the things in his hands, and walked away silently.
Jiang Yuan is skilled in barbecue, and he doesn’t forget to eat while grilling.
There was a circle of people around, all waiting there.
As the smoke drifted over, they were not afraid of choking, and eagerly waited for the meat on the shelf to be roasted.
"Cheng Peng, why don't you eat?" Zhang Qingfeng called him.
"Oh, here we come." Cheng Peng came over slowly and took the skewers handed over by Zhang Qingfeng.
"What's wrong with you today? Are you in a bad mood?" Zhang Qingfeng glanced sideways at him, not forgetting to take a bite.
"No, I was just thinking that I didn't have much inspiration for the last painting..."
"Isn't it? I think the painting you painted recently was quite good. Why don't you paint it again?"
"I...I just feel like there's something missing."
"What's wrong? If you really lack inspiration, why don't you just go to Dr. Jiang's place? There's no need to go, isn't Dr. Jiang just here?" Zhang Qingfeng said, turned around and said, "Doctor Jiang is right here.
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"Why are you calling me?" Jiang Yuan raised his head and glanced at them.
"Drawing, Doctor Jiang, you don't know that in order to improve your painting skills, we have regular competitions in the pavilion. There was one last time, and Cheng Peng painted you."
"Really? I'm fascinated by the painting? Let me see." Jiang Yuan said in surprise.
When Cheng Peng heard this, his face turned red: "I, I drew it casually, I just expressed the color... I haven't finished the painting yet."
"Have you finished painting the erotic expression? Dr. Jiang, just wait, I'll show it to you." Zhang Qingfeng had a good relationship with Cheng Peng, so he made the decision without permission.
Cheng Peng quickly stopped him: "No, wait until I finish the painting and then show it to Dr. Jiang."
"Okay, just your painting, I want to hide it." Zhang Qingfeng shook his head.
Jiang Yuan ate about the same amount of food, but the group was chatting and laughing, talking about painting techniques and various famous paintings.
"I wonder if you have seen it before, but a line drawing method has become popular recently, which is quite interesting."
"I know, I know, but it's interesting. It's just an amateur look. It's a fresh picture. Isn't it similar to our hook line?"
"I think there are some differences. The line drawing method is very casual. It doesn't look like what others have learned, so I can't see the difference. I think the small images on the original advertisement are more interesting."
That simple line drawing was drawn on a small advertisement for a pork seller. I thought it was interesting and novel. That kind of drawing became popular in Song Jing all of a sudden.
Many people who are not very good at painting learn to paint and are actually pretty good at it.
"I don't agree with what you said. That painting is too vulgar." Another person said.
When he said this, several people actually started arguing.
Jiang Yuan was listening nearby and seemed to have heard a general idea, which seemed to be the simple drawing on her little fat pig.
After she was full, she yawned, greeted them, and was about to go back.
"I'll see you off!" Cheng Peng only plucked up the courage to step forward when she was about to step out of the small courtyard.
"No, just two steps." Jiang Yuan waved his hand.
Cheng Peng refused to listen and insisted on sending her out.
After he found out that she was married, he felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say to her.
Thinking about it some time ago, he often found reasons to go to the medical clinic and get close to her, and he could always think of topics to talk to her about.
But now, he knows that she is married...
When she thought of her husband-in-law whom she saw at the hospital today... Cheng Peng sighed.
Before leaving Xuanwen Pavilion, several people came over there.