It is very satisfying to my heart, and Lin Wanrong wants to hug Dong Qiaoqiao and kiss him. This girl is really a treasure. I have a great vision to choose this father and daughter.
Although he didn't understand what Lin Wanrong was thinking, looking at his excited gaze, the Dong family's father and daughter also knew that he must be extremely satisfied.
Seeing that Dong Qiaoqiao's face was full of joy, Lin Wanrong suddenly smiled and said: Miss Qiaoqiao, aren't you very familiar with Miss Xiao?Seeing us arrange her like this, why do you still help the evildoer?
Dong Qiaoqiao also knew that the contents in these sections were all heard by his father and randomly fabricated, so it was impossible to say that it was authentic.
She smiled and said: Young Master, you have also said that we are doing business and we pay attention to interests.The things recorded in this booklet are also some small things that are heard on the streets, but we have sorted them out and added a slightly exaggerated topic, which is not harmful to others, but also beneficial to oneself.In addition, Miss Xiao and I were not familiar with each other, and I had never even seen each other.
It's so wonderful. Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart, what I did was originally a third-page tabloid, so what else do I need to be authentic.
However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Does Miss Xiao want to make clothes and not allow the tailor to measure the size?
Dong Qiaoqiao saw through Lin Wanrong's question and said with a smile: Miss Xiao is extremely busy. Every time I take a picture of Miss Xiao's old clothes and gesture.
Taking an old clothes as a sample, the clothes made can satisfy Miss Xiao. Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a skillful girl.
After saying so many things, the release of these three tabloids is still a crucial thing.
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space left by Lin Wanrong and said in confusion: Young Master, what are the purposes for the remaining places?
Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously and did not answer her words. Instead, he told her: Qiaoqiao, is there any carbon black?
Dong Qiaoqiao responded obediently and went to the kitchen to find a burned wooden stick for Lin Wanrong.
In this era, naturally no one knows what pencil is, and even graphite is not known. Lin Wanrong doesn’t know how to use a brush, so he can only replace it with carbon black.
Lin Wanrong had not painted for four or five years, and his hands were very good, so he started practicing sparsely on the ground.
When Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong, a pretty woman's face appeared on the ground. The woman seemed to be alive, dignified and beautiful, with her appearance and expression extremely realistic.
Both father and daughter have seen others paint ink, but this is the first time they have seen a quick sketch like Lin Wanrong.
Lin Wanrong looked at the portrait and couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't painted it for a few years and had a very good hand. He used to be more than this level.
The sketch was learned by Lin Wanrong when he was in middle school. Later, when he went to college, he practiced for four years in order to pursue his first girlfriend, and the sketch she drew for her was filled with two cartons.
Unfortunately, after graduating from university, she went to the United States of America, and Lin Wanrong also had more opportunities to pursue girls.
Lin Wanrong was addicted to the past until Dong Qiaoqiao called him a few times. Lin Wanrong realized it and said with a smile: Miss Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?
Dong Qiaoqiao asked softly: Young Master, what kind of painting is this? It’s that simple?Your drawings are so beautiful.
Lin Wanrong was quite patient with the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao, so he smiled and said: This is called sketching, which is a simple drawing method in my hometown. I haven't painted it for many years, and now I'm very good at hand.
Dong Qiaoqiao shook her head and said: It’s not Ah. I think that although the young master’s strokes are simple, he uses his brushwork as magical as he is, and the most wonderful thing is that just a piece of abandoned charred wood can make such a painting of artistic conception. In the future, the young master will definitely become a master of the generation.
Although Lin Wanrong was thick-skinned, she blushed a little when she praised her like this. She hurriedly shook her head and smiled: Miss Qiaoqiao, if you say this again, I will be proud.
Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips and smiled, her beautiful eyes turned into an attractive crescent moon, and she said softly: But I don’t know where the hometown of Gongzi is?
Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment, his expression became dark, and he said softly: My hometown?Very far, very far away.
Dong Qiaoqiao thought Lin Wanrong was unwilling to tell her, and a trace of loneliness flashed across her face, so she bit her red lips and watched Lin Wanrong paint, and stopped talking to him anymore.
Dong Rende, who had been staring at the figure, suddenly screamed softly: This woman looks very much like Mrs. Xiao, but
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: Look again, is this really Mrs. Xiao?
Dong Rende looked carefully for a while and said: It seems that he is younger and more beautiful than Mrs. Xiao. Could it be that the father and daughter looked at each other, and there was a surprise on their faces. They looked at Lin Wanrong together and said: It's Miss Xiao
Lin Wanrong smiled and said without saying a word. Dong Rende hurriedly: Mr. Lin, have you ever met Miss Xiao?
Lin Wanrong shook his head and smiled: I haven’t even seen you before, how could I see it?I just happened to see Mrs. Xiao. This painting was copied temporarily according to Mrs. Xiao. I think it should be a three-point similarity.
The Dong family's father and daughter had no idea except surprise and admiration on their faces.
After all, it is just based on the appearance of a woman in her thirties that she draws her daughter under 20 years old. Ordinary painters do not have such skills. Now, in their opinion, Mr. Lin seems to be really omnipotent.
Lin Wanrong looked at their expressions and felt secretly amused. He deliberately painted the painting of Miss Xiao somewhat similar to that of Mrs. Xiao, and at the same time he was younger and more beautiful, just to make the talented men believe that the person in this painting was the Miss Xiao they fantasized about.
After practicing with a wooden stick for a while, he felt that his proficiency was almost the same, so he asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a knife. Lin Wanrong carefully cut the carbon black into a pencil. Although it was covered with dust in his hands, it was even more convenient.
Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity came up again: Young Master, is this a pen?Why is it so strange?What's this name?
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: I need something called a pencil to paint, but there is no here, so I have to use carbon black to cut it into that shape instead.I'll finish drawing later, you have to help me put it away. Maybe I'll use it again one day.Dong Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.
With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seemed to be back in the scene of painting his girlfriend on the shore of Weiming Lake. He wrote as if he was a god. In a short while, an image of a more delicate and natural beauty appeared on the paper.
Due to the skillful tool and the state of being in progress, this painting is more than two levels higher than the one just now.
The woman's skirt in the painting was floating, like a fairy walking on the waves, with a beautiful face and a slight smile on her face. The luxurious aura came to her face, as if she was standing in front of her lifelike.
But the eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if there was a hint of sorrow.
This was deliberately added by Lin Wanrong based on Dong Rende’s recent situation of the Xiao family, with the purpose of being more realistic.
Is this the real Miss Xiao?She looks so pretty.Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't help but sigh softly beside Lin Wanrong: How great it would be if I had such a painting.
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: Good Ah, no problem, I will sketch you in person another day.
Although he didn't understand what Lin Wanrong was thinking, looking at his excited gaze, the Dong family's father and daughter also knew that he must be extremely satisfied.
Seeing that Dong Qiaoqiao's face was full of joy, Lin Wanrong suddenly smiled and said: Miss Qiaoqiao, aren't you very familiar with Miss Xiao?Seeing us arrange her like this, why do you still help the evildoer?
Dong Qiaoqiao also knew that the contents in these sections were all heard by his father and randomly fabricated, so it was impossible to say that it was authentic.
She smiled and said: Young Master, you have also said that we are doing business and we pay attention to interests.The things recorded in this booklet are also some small things that are heard on the streets, but we have sorted them out and added a slightly exaggerated topic, which is not harmful to others, but also beneficial to oneself.In addition, Miss Xiao and I were not familiar with each other, and I had never even seen each other.
It's so wonderful. Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart, what I did was originally a third-page tabloid, so what else do I need to be authentic.
However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Does Miss Xiao want to make clothes and not allow the tailor to measure the size?
Dong Qiaoqiao saw through Lin Wanrong's question and said with a smile: Miss Xiao is extremely busy. Every time I take a picture of Miss Xiao's old clothes and gesture.
Taking an old clothes as a sample, the clothes made can satisfy Miss Xiao. Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a skillful girl.
After saying so many things, the release of these three tabloids is still a crucial thing.
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space left by Lin Wanrong and said in confusion: Young Master, what are the purposes for the remaining places?
Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously and did not answer her words. Instead, he told her: Qiaoqiao, is there any carbon black?
Dong Qiaoqiao responded obediently and went to the kitchen to find a burned wooden stick for Lin Wanrong.
In this era, naturally no one knows what pencil is, and even graphite is not known. Lin Wanrong doesn’t know how to use a brush, so he can only replace it with carbon black.
Lin Wanrong had not painted for four or five years, and his hands were very good, so he started practicing sparsely on the ground.
When Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong, a pretty woman's face appeared on the ground. The woman seemed to be alive, dignified and beautiful, with her appearance and expression extremely realistic.
Both father and daughter have seen others paint ink, but this is the first time they have seen a quick sketch like Lin Wanrong.
Lin Wanrong looked at the portrait and couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't painted it for a few years and had a very good hand. He used to be more than this level.
The sketch was learned by Lin Wanrong when he was in middle school. Later, when he went to college, he practiced for four years in order to pursue his first girlfriend, and the sketch she drew for her was filled with two cartons.
Unfortunately, after graduating from university, she went to the United States of America, and Lin Wanrong also had more opportunities to pursue girls.
Lin Wanrong was addicted to the past until Dong Qiaoqiao called him a few times. Lin Wanrong realized it and said with a smile: Miss Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?
Dong Qiaoqiao asked softly: Young Master, what kind of painting is this? It’s that simple?Your drawings are so beautiful.
Lin Wanrong was quite patient with the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao, so he smiled and said: This is called sketching, which is a simple drawing method in my hometown. I haven't painted it for many years, and now I'm very good at hand.
Dong Qiaoqiao shook her head and said: It’s not Ah. I think that although the young master’s strokes are simple, he uses his brushwork as magical as he is, and the most wonderful thing is that just a piece of abandoned charred wood can make such a painting of artistic conception. In the future, the young master will definitely become a master of the generation.
Although Lin Wanrong was thick-skinned, she blushed a little when she praised her like this. She hurriedly shook her head and smiled: Miss Qiaoqiao, if you say this again, I will be proud.
Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips and smiled, her beautiful eyes turned into an attractive crescent moon, and she said softly: But I don’t know where the hometown of Gongzi is?
Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment, his expression became dark, and he said softly: My hometown?Very far, very far away.
Dong Qiaoqiao thought Lin Wanrong was unwilling to tell her, and a trace of loneliness flashed across her face, so she bit her red lips and watched Lin Wanrong paint, and stopped talking to him anymore.
Dong Rende, who had been staring at the figure, suddenly screamed softly: This woman looks very much like Mrs. Xiao, but
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: Look again, is this really Mrs. Xiao?
Dong Rende looked carefully for a while and said: It seems that he is younger and more beautiful than Mrs. Xiao. Could it be that the father and daughter looked at each other, and there was a surprise on their faces. They looked at Lin Wanrong together and said: It's Miss Xiao
Lin Wanrong smiled and said without saying a word. Dong Rende hurriedly: Mr. Lin, have you ever met Miss Xiao?
Lin Wanrong shook his head and smiled: I haven’t even seen you before, how could I see it?I just happened to see Mrs. Xiao. This painting was copied temporarily according to Mrs. Xiao. I think it should be a three-point similarity.
The Dong family's father and daughter had no idea except surprise and admiration on their faces.
After all, it is just based on the appearance of a woman in her thirties that she draws her daughter under 20 years old. Ordinary painters do not have such skills. Now, in their opinion, Mr. Lin seems to be really omnipotent.
Lin Wanrong looked at their expressions and felt secretly amused. He deliberately painted the painting of Miss Xiao somewhat similar to that of Mrs. Xiao, and at the same time he was younger and more beautiful, just to make the talented men believe that the person in this painting was the Miss Xiao they fantasized about.
After practicing with a wooden stick for a while, he felt that his proficiency was almost the same, so he asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a knife. Lin Wanrong carefully cut the carbon black into a pencil. Although it was covered with dust in his hands, it was even more convenient.
Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity came up again: Young Master, is this a pen?Why is it so strange?What's this name?
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: I need something called a pencil to paint, but there is no here, so I have to use carbon black to cut it into that shape instead.I'll finish drawing later, you have to help me put it away. Maybe I'll use it again one day.Dong Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.
With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seemed to be back in the scene of painting his girlfriend on the shore of Weiming Lake. He wrote as if he was a god. In a short while, an image of a more delicate and natural beauty appeared on the paper.
Due to the skillful tool and the state of being in progress, this painting is more than two levels higher than the one just now.
The woman's skirt in the painting was floating, like a fairy walking on the waves, with a beautiful face and a slight smile on her face. The luxurious aura came to her face, as if she was standing in front of her lifelike.
But the eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if there was a hint of sorrow.
This was deliberately added by Lin Wanrong based on Dong Rende’s recent situation of the Xiao family, with the purpose of being more realistic.
Is this the real Miss Xiao?She looks so pretty.Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't help but sigh softly beside Lin Wanrong: How great it would be if I had such a painting.
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: Good Ah, no problem, I will sketch you in person another day.
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