"Senior Chen!"
The decadent young warrior approached Qingyan and greeted her.
Qingyan frowned, and slapped her nose. She smelled a bad smell.
It was a mixed smell of sweat and alcohol, which made the sensitive Qingyan extremely uncomfortable.
The young martial artist seemed to have also reacted. When he smelled it, his pale face turned red. He quickly tightened his clothes, smiled embarrassingly, and then ran away in a hurry!
"Hey!" Sighed lightly and heavily, and put one hand on his forehead and whispered to Chen Hao, "How did this guy recognize me?"
"have no idea!"
Chen Hao didn't know either.
Qingyan's disguise technique is very good, as long as the difference in strength is not too big, it is generally impossible to find her.
And the young warrior just now just glanced at Qingyan.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Qingyan saw the young warrior coming up again.
This time he changed into clean clothes, his hair was tied up, and his beard was not shaved, but he was much cleaner than before.
"Senior, can I sit?" He pointed to the chair opposite Qingyan and asked.
But before Qingyan replied that he couldn't, he sat on it directly.
"Senior Chen, you can call me Lin Jie!"
"Oh!" Qingyan nodded, and asked a little curiously, "How did you recognize me just now?"
Lin Jie said with some nostalgia: "My intuition is very keen. My teachers used to say that I am a natural painter. As long as I work hard, I will definitely achieve something in painting!"
"Have you achieved anything?" Qingyan asked casually.
Maybe it's because she hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, or maybe she's bored, and wants to pass the rest of the time, Qingyan actually said a few more words to that person.
The waiter in the restaurant brought two dishes, a stack of peanuts, a jug of wine, and two wine glasses. He poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said somewhat despondently: "No, my mother thinks Xi Wu is more promising, let me practice martial arts!"
"Um!"
Qingyan couldn't help but think of her father.
At first, her father wanted her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
If... Unfortunately, there is no if!
Too much time has passed, she has almost forgotten what her father looks like, and there is only one feeling left in her heart.
But if she can meet, she believes that she can still recognize each other.
"By the way, senior, do you drink?"
Only then did Lin Jie think of Qingyan.
"No!"
"Oh, that's fine, drinking is not a good habit, recently my sword hand is not stable!"
Qingyan glanced at Lin Jie's indifferent expression, raised her eyebrows, "Since you can't hold the sword steadily, why do you still want to be a warrior?"
"Now I make a living selling paintings!" Lin Jie whispered.
"Selling paintings?" Qingyan glanced at the young man in front of her in surprise, "I didn't realize that you really have skills? Since you are selling paintings for a living, why do you still carry a sword?"
"Get used to it! After all, I have been practicing swordsmanship since I can remember. I can hardly leave my sword. Now I don't have a sword in my hand. I always feel that something is missing!" Lin Jie sighed, "Bring a long sword , It’s actually quite good, sometimes my paintings may not be sold, so it’s convenient to sell paintings with a sword…”
The sullen Qingyan was almost amused by Lin Jie.
With a sword, it is convenient to sell paintings
One can imagine how Qingyan sells paintings!
"Didn't you say that you are very talented in Danqing, why can't you even sell your paintings?"
"Maybe it's because my paintings are a bit weird, and they don't fit their aesthetics!" Lin Jie sighed softly after taking a sip of his wine.
"The painting is strange?" Qingyan glanced at the other party in doubt, "What are you good at painting?"
"Landscapes, and characters!" Lin Jie looked up at Qingyan and said, "How about I just stay here and draw a picture for senior?"
"No!" Qingyan shook her head and refused.
There are too many people in the restaurant.
Moreover, she didn't want to leave any portraits.
"Don't worry, it won't take up senior's time, let alone take off the disguise!"
"Oh?" Qingyan was slightly surprised.
Then Lin Jie didn't care about it, removed the wine and dishes from his table, wiped off the oil stains on the wine table with the sleeves of his newly bought clothes, took out a stack of drawing paper, brushes, inkstones and ink from the interspatial ring.
He lifted the jug, poured wine into the inkstone, and while grinding the ink, he carefully observed Qingyan. After only ten breaths, he pressed the brush into the inkstone.
He exudes confidence and freedom.
The essence, qi, and spirit in his body seemed to be integrated into one body, condensing into a force.
This trend is not aggressive, but as warm as a stream, as calm as a lake, with a kind of desolation in Suqiu!
This aura made Qingyan feel solemn.
She was fortunate enough to meet a Danqing master in Zhou Guo, and when that Danqing master was painting for Zhou Lihua, his aura was nothing more than this.
When the aura was condensed to the extreme, Lin Jie was about to drag the brush out of the inkstone, but his movements suddenly froze and stopped suddenly.
He glanced at Qingyan again, poured all the ink in the inkstone into the bowl, and found his weapon from the chair behind his buttocks. He took out the rusty long sword and cut his palm, blood was streaming drops into the inkstone.
At this time, the people at the table near Qingyan had noticed this side.
They also cast their gazes curiously, wanting to see how this painter dressed as a warrior paints.
"Is this guy crazy? Why are you cutting your hands? Doesn't it hurt?"
"Who knows, maybe it's crazy?"
"It should be painted with blood, right? But is it acceptable to use blood to draw a picture for a big girl?"
"Could it be a show of love?"
"No way?"
"..."
Lin Jie had no other distractions, he was completely cut off from the turmoil of the outside world and the evaluations of others at this moment.
He pressed the brush into thick blood, and when his energy and spirit merged into one and reached its peak...he was gone!
Those who watched his paintings curiously held their breath.
Qingyan, on the other hand, was calm, and began to pour broth into her rice bowl, and mix the rice well. She took two bites, and felt that the taste was not bad, moderately salty, and had a strong meaty aroma, which suited her taste very well.
When Qingyan chewed slowly and had just shaved the fourth mouthful of bibimbap, Lin Jie also stopped the pen in his hand.
He paints very fast, almost in one go!
After finishing the painting, Lin Jie let out a long sigh of relief, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face, which was already not well, became even paler.
As if he had expended a lot of energy, he slumped on the chair directly.
Before Qing Yan could look at it, the people watching Lin Jie's painting process were dumbfounded!
They looked at the painting on the table, then at Lin Jie, and finally at Qingyan... They were all stunned!
(end of this chapter)