She really wins my heart, she really wins my heart, Lin Wanrong can't wait to hug Dong Qiaoqiao and give her a kiss, this girl is really a treasure, choosing this father and daughter, I have really good eyesight.
Although they didn't understand what Lin Wanrong was thinking, seeing his excited eyes, the father and daughter of the Dong family knew that he must be extremely satisfied.
Seeing Dong Qiaoqiao's face full of joy, Lin Wanrong suddenly smiled and said, "Miss Qiaoqiao, don't you know Miss Xiao very well? Seeing how we arrange her, why are you still helping the evildoers?"
Dong Qiaoqiao also knew that the contents of these sections were all her father's hearsay and random fabrications, which could not be called authentic at all.
She smiled and said: "Young master, you also said that we are in business, and what we pay attention to is profit. The things recorded in this booklet are also some small things that have been heard in the streets, but we sorted it out and added a It's just a slightly exaggerated topic, it's not harmful to others, but also self-interested. Besides, Miss Xiao and I don't know each other very well, and we haven't even met each other before."
It's really wonderful, Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart, what I want to run is a three-page tabloid, so I don't need authenticity. However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Could this Miss Xiao be making clothes and not let the tailor 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 an old dress of Miss Xiao to make a sample."
Take an old dress as a sample, and the clothes you make can satisfy Miss Xiao. This Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a handy girl.
Having said so much, the publication of these three tabloids is still missing one crucial thing.
Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space designated by Lin Wanrong, and said puzzledly: "My lord, what are the remaining places for?"
Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously, and instead of answering her, he asked her, "Qiaoqiao, is there any charcoal black?"
Dong Qiaoqiao responded obediently, and went to the kitchen to find a burnt wooden stick for Lin Wanrong. In this day and age, no one knows what a pencil is, not even graphite, and Lin Wanrong doesn't know how to use a brush, so he has to use carbon black instead.
Lin Wanrong hadn't painted for four or five years, and her hands were very raw, so she began to practice sparsely on the ground.
Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong slapping twice, and the face of a pretty woman appeared on the ground. The woman seemed to be alive, dignified and beautiful, her appearance and expression were extremely lifelike.
Both father and daughter have seen other people paint with splashed ink, but this is the first time they have seen such a quick sketch like Lin Wanrong.
Lin Wanrong looked at the portrait, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, he hadn't painted for a few years, and his hands were very raw, and he was more than this level before.
Lin Wanrong learned sketching in middle school, and later went to university. In order to pursue his first girlfriend, he practiced for four full years, and the sketches he drew for her filled two cardboard boxes. It's a pity that 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 obsessed with the past, until Dong Qiaoqiao called him a few times, Lin Wanrong came to his senses, and said with a smile: "Miss Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?"
Dong Qiaoqiao asked softly: "Master, what kind of painting is this, so simple? Your painting is so beautiful."
Lin Wanrong was quite patient with the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao, so she smiled and said, "This is called sketching, and it's a simple drawing method in my hometown. I haven't drawn it for many years, and now my hands are very familiar."
Dong Qiaoqiao shook his head and said: "No, I think that although the young master's strokes are simple, he uses the brush like a god, penetrating three points into the wood. The most wonderful thing is that only a piece of discarded burnt wood can make such a painting. In the future, the young master will definitely become a generation. Grandmaster."
Although Lin Wanrong was thick-skinned, she blushed a little after being praised by her like this, and hurriedly shook her head and said with a smile: "Miss Qiaoqiao, if you say that again, I will be proud."
Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips and smiled, her beautiful eyes turned into a crescent moon, and said softly, "But where is your hometown?"
Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment, his expression darkened, and he said softly: "My hometown? Very far, very far."
Dong Qiaoqiao thought that Lin Wanrong didn't want to tell her, and a look of loneliness flashed across his face, so he bit his red lips and watched Lin Wanrong paint, and stopped talking to him.
Dong Rende, who had been staring blankly at the portrait, suddenly called out softly: "This woman is very similar to Mrs. Xiao, but—"
Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "Look again, is this really Mrs. Xiao?"
Dong Rende looked at it carefully for a while and said: "It seems to be younger and more beautiful than Madam Xiao, could it be, could it be—" The father and daughter looked at each other, with surprise on their faces, they looked at Lin Wanrong together and said: " It's Miss Xiao—”
Lin Wanrong smiled and said nothing, Dong Rende hurriedly said: "Mr. Lin, have you met Miss Xiao?"
Lin Wanrong shook his head and said with a smile: "Even you have never seen it, how could I see it? I just happened to see Mrs. Xiao just now. This painting is based on Mrs. Xiao's appearance, plus my imagination, and I made a temporary copy. I think there should always be a three-point imagination."
The father and daughter of the Dong family had no other thoughts except surprise and admiration on their faces. After all, just based on the appearance of a woman in her thirties, drawing the appearance of her daughter who is less than 20 years old, ordinary painters do not have such skills. Now, in their eyes, it seems that Mr. Lin really has nothing to do. I can't.
Seeing their expressions, Lin Wanrong was also secretly amused. He purposely imagined Miss Xiao's painting to be somewhat similar to Mrs. Xiao's, and at the same time younger and more beautiful, just to make those talented scholars believe that the people in this painting are them. The imaginary Miss Xiao.
I practiced with a wooden stick for a while, and felt that my proficiency was about the same, so I asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a small knife. Lin Wanrong carefully whittled the carbon black into the shape of a pencil. .
Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity came up again: "Master, is this a pen? Why is it so strange? What's the name of this?"
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "I need something called a pencil for painting, but I don't have it here, so I have to use carbon black to cut it into that shape instead. When I finish painting later, you have to put it away for me and say Maybe someday I will use it again." Dong Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.
With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seems to have returned to the scene of painting for his girlfriend by the Weiming Lake. If he writes with spirit, within a short while, a more delicate and natural image of a beauty will appear on the paper. Due to the sharpness of the tools and the fact that he has entered the state again, this painting has invisibly improved by more than two grades compared to the previous one.
I saw the woman's skirt fluttering in the painting, like a fairy coming on the waves, with a beautiful face, a slight smile on her face, and a luxurious air rushing towards her face, as if standing in front of her lifelike. It's just that there is a slight frown between the brows, which seems to be a little sad. This was deliberately added by Lin Wanrong based on what Dong Rende said about the current situation of the Xiao family, in order to be more realistic.
"Could this be the real Miss Xiao? She looks so good-looking." Dong Qiaoqiao couldn't help sighing softly beside Lin Wanrong: "It would be great if I also had such a painting."
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Okay, no problem, I will make a sketch for you someday."