Lu Chuan received two paintings early the next morning.
Qiao Qiao waited for Chen Chi to finish breakfast on his tricycle before sending the paintings they had drawn together.
What Qiaoqiao drew was the **** of a big bear.
The round ass, with black and yellow stripes, furry, plus two small wings... It is easy to say, but difficult to say.
However, although the watercolor painting he learned before was different from this one, some knowledge points were similar, so it was really interesting to paint them.
Lu Chuan looked at it for a long time before nodding and saying:
“The **** is very round and furry and very cute.”
“Of course!”
Qiaoqiao felt proud: "I have known Big Bear for the longest time! My sister even secretly peeped it behind my back at the beginning."
But he was relatively stupid at that time, so he was fooled easily. But now Qiao Qiao is no longer a Qiao under Wu, and will never be deceived by such simple lies again!
Make a fist!
Compared to Qiao Qiao, Chen Chi has no painting skills at all.
There are no tutorials like those on the brand new tablet in Qiaoqiao's hand, so the painting he gave can be said to be without any structure.
Half a page of blue sky, white clouds, followed by grass of different shades of green, with colorful flowers on top...
Just like the results of every child's painting.
But because of the unique texture of oil pastels, they actually have a lively three-dimensional feel when viewed from a distance.
Lu Chuan looked at him seriously for a while, then nodded:
"The colors are very beautiful! I will buy two picture frames later and mount them both."
“Qiao Qiao’s painting can be hung on the wall, and Chen Chi’s can be placed on the table. They are both very beautiful.”
Chen Chi and Qiao Qiao stood in front of him with wide grins and slightly bowed their heads, with pure happiness on their faces.
After the two of them left, Lu Chuan compared the size of two pieces of drawing paper and went online to select the frame. On the other side, Song Tan asked curiously:
“You said last night that you would stay up late to sort out your new book. Do you have any ideas?”
To be precise, it was mainly to adjust my sleep schedule that I only slept for two hours in the morning.
Lu Chuan nodded: "Yes, it's still a fairy tale theme - I dreamed of a plot last night and thought it was very interesting."
Seeing that Song Tan was already sitting next to him, ready to listen to his description, Lu Chuan roughly stated the ideas that he had not yet written on paper:
“The background world is an era of spiritual cultivation at its peak, with three mountains and five mountains, and numerous sects. The human emperor longs for the favor of heaven, while the immortal cultivators believe in the strong.”
“But under the cloud tops, people have no life.”
Song Tan lowered his eyes slightly and listened quietly.
Lu Chuan also went through the thoughts in his mind again while narrating—
“The protagonist is a young man from a poor mountain village. His village has to pay taxes to the government every year, and at the same time, he has to make offerings to the fairy gate in the mountain forest to pray for blessings.”
“The Immortal Way is prosperous and the King’s Way is domineering, but the Human Way…cholera is common all year round, and people change their sons to eat.”
“The government needs to impose heavy taxes and go into the mountains to cut firewood or go hunting. Only those who are qualified by the immortal sect can do it.”
“So no matter how hard they work, the people in the village remain poor for generations.”
“Until one day, young geniuses from two sects were fighting in martial arts. One of them learned a new sword move and easily cut off the mountain top and buried the entire village..."
Until Lu Chuan asked her:
“Would you be interested in the background of this story?” Song Tan then smiled and spoke slowly:
“What a familiar world…”
She murmured a sigh and then said with great interest:
“Yes! I am very interested and can’t wait to see the ending!”
She looked at Lu Chuan with burning eyes: "Will the young dragon-slaying boy overturn the world, or will he also become a dragon?"
Lu Chuan laughed: "According to the rules of Internet articles, it will definitely overturn the world...but the length will probably be longer. Let me sort out the background first-"
He looked up and looked outside. The rain was still pouring down, so he could only apologize to Song Tan:
“I have more inspiration now, and I may still have to work today…”
"It's okay!" Song Tan was looking forward to it: "Hurry up and write this story. I like it very much and want to read it."
This surprised him a little—because Song Tan actually didn’t have that much love for online novels, not even as many as Song Sancheng and Wu Lan listened to every day.
However, everyone has their own preferred subject matter, so Lu Chuan also became active: "I will work hard to write it well."
Zhang Yanping looked at his back silently, then sat next to Song Tan: "Is he really not going to check out the B&B?"
Song Tan was helpless: "It's raining, the door hasn't been hardened yet, and my legs are covered in mud. What can I see?"
“Besides, Brother Yanping, don’t you go there every day? With you here, I can rest assured.”
Zhang Yanping frowned: "Are you trusting me? You are clearly using me as a gangster brother!"
“Who is the gangster brother?” Qiao Qiao poked her head out.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother Yan Ping is like this, fierce, dark and scary."
Qiao Qiao was surprised: "Is Brother Yan Ping scary? He is not as strong as me! Then can I be Brother Yan Ping's gangster brother?"
Zhang Yanping:…
He raised his voice: "Xin Jun! Xin Jun!"
“Come and see your student, have you assigned homework? What does he think about every day?”
Xin Jun slowly poked his head out from upstairs: "Qiao Qiao is right, you just don't work enough and you haven't exercised your strength. It's raining. Why don't you go push the stone mill?" ”
It was rare for him to order a dish: "I want to eat steamed soybean noodles."
Grind dry soybeans into powder, add some seasonings and stir-fry them in a pan. The resulting soybean powder will become extra fragrant when steamed with a little water. It is simply another rice cooker!
It’s okay not to mention it, but the seventh cousin also became energetic when he mentioned it:
“That’s right! Our family hasn’t had soybean noodles for a long time, right? Yan Ping, aren’t you the only one who has nothing to do right now? Come over and give me a hand!”
And Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up, she ran upstairs, and soon came downstairs carrying a lot of things.
I pulled off the tape that fixed the drawing paper with a "swipe pull", and spread out a large box of 4-layer oil pastels. I was full of confidence at this moment:
“Brother Yan Ping, if you work hard, I will definitely paint very well!”
His eyes were blazing, as if Zhang Yanping would be able to paint with peerless style as long as he sharpened his skills!
Zhang Yanping: “…”
In this rainy morning, the gangster brother pushed the small millstone, his eyes blank, and the whole person fell into reflection——
Why is it that the work still falls on my shoulders even though I have done nothing wrong?
(End of this chapter)