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 Qiao Qiao drew was the butt of a big bear.
A round butt, 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 is different from this, some knowledge points are similar, so it is really interesting to draw them.
Lu Chuan looked at it for a long time, then nodded and said:
"The butt is very round and furry, and very cute."
"Of course!"
Qiao Qiao He became proud: "I have known Big Bear for the longest time! My sister even sneaked into it behind my back at first."
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 does not have any painting skills.
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 completely disorganized.
Half a page of blue sky, white clouds, followed by grass of different shades of green, with colorful flowers on top...
Just like every child wants The result of the painting is the same.
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 carefully for a while and then nodded:
"The colors are very beautiful! I will buy two picture frames later and put them over They all framed it."
"Qiao Qiao's one 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 grinned. The tall and strong man stood in front of him and lowered his head slightly, with pure happiness on his face.
After the two of them left, Lu Chuan compared the size of the two pieces of drawing paper and went online to choose 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 books. Do you have any ideas?"
To be precise, it is mainly to adjust your work and rest, in the morning Only slept for two hours.
Lu Chuan nodded: "Yes, it's still about fairy tales - I dreamed of a plot last night and found it 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 mountains and sects everywhere. The human emperor longs for the favor of heaven, while the immortal cultivators believe that the strong are respected."
"But under the clouds, the people are living in dire straits. "
Song Tan lowered his eyes slightly and listened quietly.
While narrating, Lu Chuan also ran through the thoughts in his mind again -
"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, pray for blessings from the fairy gate in the forest to which you belong.”
"The Immortal Way is prosperous and the King's Way is domineering, but the Human Way... cholera is perennial, and people change their sons to eat."
"The government needs to pay excessive taxes, and going into the mountains to cut firewood and hunt in the mountains is all done only after being granted the qualifications by the Immortal Sect. "
"So no matter how hard they worked, the people in the village remained poor for generations."
"Until one day, the young geniuses of the two sects were fighting, and one of them learned a new sword move with ease. Just cut off the top of the mountain and bury the entire village..."
He outlined a cruel world of cultivating immortals in a few words. People who often read online articles would know that it was a grand chapter, but Song Tan was fascinated by it. ——
It wasn't until Lu Chuan asked her:
"Would you be interested in the background of this story?" Song Tan smiled and said slowly:
"It's such a familiar world..."< br>
She murmured a sigh and then said with great interest:
"Yes! I'm very interested and can't wait to see the ending!"
She looked at Lu Chuan with burning eyes: "Will the young dragon-slayer overthrow the world, or will he also become a dragon?"
Lu Chuan laughed: "According to the formula 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 Looking outside, the rain was still pouring down, so I could only apologize to Song Tan:
"I have more inspiration now, and I may have to work today..."
"It's okay!" Song Tan was particularly 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 is very interested in online novels. In fact, I don’t love it that much, not even as many books as Song Sancheng and Wu Lan listen to every day.
However, everyone has their own preferred subject matter, so Lu Chuan became active: "I will try my best to write it well."
But Zhang Yanping silently looked at his back and turned to He sat next to Song Tan again and said, "He really doesn't want 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?" Yeah? ”
"Besides, brother Yanping, don't you go 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. "Yeah!"
"Who is the underworld brother?" Qiao Qiao stuck his head out.
Song Tan couldn't help laughing: "Brother Yan Ping is like this, fierce, dark and scary."
Qiao Qiao was surprised: "Brother Yan Ping Is it scary? He’s not as strong as me! Can I be Brother Yan Ping’s gangster brother?”
Zhang Yanping:...
He let up his voice: "Xin Jun! Xin Jun!"
"Come and see your student, have you assigned homework? He thinks about it every day. "What?" Son, why don't you go push the stone mill?"
He rarely ordered: "I want to eat steamed soybean noodles."
Grind the dried 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 magical dish for rice!
It’s okay not to mention it. At this mention, the seventh cousin also became energetic:
“Yes! Our family hasn’t eaten soybean noodles for a long time, right? Yanping, now Aren’t you just free? Come here and give me a hand!”
Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up and she ran upstairs, and soon came downstairs with a lot of things.
"Brush and pull" tore off the tape that fixed the drawing paper, and spread out a large box of 4-layer oil pastels. I was full of confidence at this moment:
"Brother Yanping, if you grind 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 grinded hard!
Zhang Yanping: "..."
On this rainy morning, the gangster brother pushed the small millstone, eyes blank, and the whole person fell into reflection——
Why does the work still fall on my shoulders even though I have done nothing wrong?
(End of this chapter)