After all, it is in Dongchen Country, so pure Asian faces are relatively rare.
When seeing an old Asian lady in a navy blue cotton skirt painting with a young girl acting as a model in front of her, it quickly attracted many foreigners to watch.
Those people gathered around Grandma Zhao Wanqin, looking down at the paintings and occasionally looking up and smiling at Ye Linlang.
When foreigners looked at Ye Linlang, their faces were filled with warm smiles.
Even without saying anything, Ye Linlang could feel the admiration and amazement in those people's eyes.
…
Ye Linlang rarely encounters such a situation.
Especially when those people's eyes are full of admiration.
Ye Linlang had never seen such an admiring look before.
She couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and almost wanted to put her hands in her pockets.
It was Grandma Zhao Wanqin who glared at her.
"Don't move! Keep your head tilted to the side and looking at the clouds."
Ye Linlang's face couldn't help but turn red.
Ahem, someone as stage-frightened as her really isn't suitable to be a good model.
I feel like it would be better to perform a drama in public than to pose here!
At least I can comfort myself that those are what the script requires!
…
Ye Linlang felt her legs were a little sore from standing.
Just when she was about to give up, Grandma Zhao Wanqin waved to Ye Linlang.
"Linlang, come here, the painting is done!"
Ye Linlang hurried over.
Those foreign friends were kind enough to make way for her.
Ye Linlang looked at the wet oil paint on the drawing board and couldn't help but marvel at it.
The girl in the painting is actually me? !
…
All I saw was a sky full of blue and white clouds painted on the brand new drawing paper covered with oil paint.
The girl slowly stood by the bridge, supporting herself on the railing with one hand, with only half of her face showing. She looked into the distance over the bridge, her expression majestic and deep.
Because of her graceful posture of holding the pipa and half covering her face, it feels like the afternoon scene is even more quiet and peaceful.
It makes people feel at peace unconsciously.
…
Ye Linlang opened her mouth wide, a look of disbelief on her face.
“Is this a painting of me?”
"if not?"
Old Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes at Ye Linlang.
She took out a seal with the three words "Zhao Wanqin" written in small seal script on it. After stamping it, she asked Ye Linlang.
"Linlang, is your handwriting beautiful? If it is, please write an inscription for this painting."
"ah?-"
Ye Linlang pursed her lips and immediately realized how important it was to have beautiful handwriting!
It actually can be used for this purpose!
Ye Linlang was speechless, her face turned red and her tone was a little embarrassed.
"Well... my handwriting isn't very good. Although I've practiced it for a while, it's only neat now."
It would be nice if Jiang Qiran was here.
Jiang Qiran's handwriting is generous and unrestrained, making people unforgettable at first sight.
When Ye Linlang was first amazed by Jiang Qiran, it was not actually Jiang Qiran’s perfect facial features, but the way the young man wrote the three words "Jiang Qiran" on the blackboard with ease.
That turn, with the beautiful handwriting behind it, really has a cinematic quality.
…
Zhao Wanqin stood up and frowned.
"Okay, then I'll write it myself. I'm getting old, and I feel my calligraphy has deteriorated."
Old Mrs. Zhao found the writing brush from the other side and carefully wrote a short poem by Bian Zhilin, "Broken Chapter", on it, selecting only one sentence.
—You stand on the bridge and enjoy the scenery, while the people who enjoy the scenery are looking at you from upstairs.
In fact, if the bright moon in the latter part of the poem is changed to clouds, Mrs. Zhao thinks it will also be applicable, but after thinking about it, she decided not to.
—The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people’s dreams.
Zhao Wanqin raised her eyes and glanced at Ye Linlang who was obsessed with the painting, and a sigh emerged in her heart.
I wonder whose dream the girl in the painting is decorating at this moment
…
After Zhao Wanqin finished writing that line of words, she prepared to close her stall and go home.
She came to the art gallery not to sell paintings but just to seek inspiration.
A wandering artist liked Zhao Wanqin's painting style and started chatting with her in English.
After receiving Zhao Wanqin's instructions, Ye Linlang immediately started helping her pack the painting boxes.
Just at this moment, a young man with facial features that were a mixture of Asian and European came forward.
The other person was obviously a mixed-race person, with short flaxen hair and extremely deep features, but his eyes were standard doe eyes, with large pupils that were clearly black and white, and he looked innocent and harmless.
"Hello, can you sell me this painting?"
The other party's Chinese is not particularly fluent.
The accent is weird, but the sound is very nice.
As the young man spoke, he reached out to stop Ye Linlang.
Although it was a somewhat rude action, his handsome and pleasing face, coupled with that big smile, made it impossible to get angry.
…
Ye Linlang raised her eyes and glanced at the beautiful mixed-race girl.
The other person was wearing a light grey shirt and black wide-leg pants, looking smart and likable.
Ye Linlang frowned slightly.
“Sorry, you’ll have to ask the author.”
As Ye Linlang spoke, she pointed at Zhao Wanqin who was chatting with the foreign wandering artist next to her.
The mixed-race young man stared at Ye Linlang with a smile on his handsome face.
"It seems the author is busy right now."
He shrugged and pointed at the painting with interest.
"You are from Kyushu, right?"
"It doesn't seem to be the holiday time in China now. Are you a student studying in Dongchen Country? I just saw you modeling for that old lady. Are you interested in participating in one of our Asian student exchange meetings?"
Ye Linlang didn't expect the other party to be so familiar.
She looked at the other person's mixed-race appearance with a high nose and deep eyes and smiled politely.
"Not interested, thank you."
…
Ye Linlang used to think that the unrestrained style of Dongchen people was a good thing, but she didn't expect that the mixed-race boy would actually pester her.
The other person stretched out his hand, with a pair of doe eyes and a friendly smile.
"Then let's be friends. My name is Shangguan Luo, and my father is from Kyushu. I wonder what your name is?"
"… "
Ye Linlang looked at the hand that the other party extended, and after some hesitation, she finally reached out and shook hands with the mixed-race boy who called himself Shangguan Luo.
"Ye Linlang, the Ye of leaves, the Linlang of the dazzling array."
The other person's palm was dry and strong.
After Ye Linlang introduced herself, she quickly pulled her hand back.
On the other side, Zhao Wanqin also ended her communication with the foreign wandering artist.
Grandma Zhao Wanqin looked at the mixed-race boy next to Ye Linlang with some surprise.
"Hey, who is this?"
Without waiting for Shangguan Luo to introduce himself, Ye Linlang hurriedly began to explain the purpose of his visit.
"Grandma Zhao, this is Shangguan Luo. He wants to buy your painting, the one with the clouds just now."
(End of this chapter)