Chapter 656

"Master Chen!"

The decadent young warrior came up to Qingyan and said hello to her.

Qingyan frowned and fanned in front of her nose. She smelled a bad smell.

It was a mixture of sweat odor and wine odor, which made the sensitive face extremely uncomfortable.

The young warrior seemed to react, and when he smelled it, his pale face turned red. He hurried to tighten his clothes, smiled, and then ran away!

"Alas!" Qingyan sighed heavily, supported his forehead with one hand and whispered to Chen Hao, "how does this guy recognize me?"

"I don't know!"

Chen Hao is not clear.

The face changing skill of Qingyan is very good. As long as the strength gap is not large, it is generally impossible to find her.

Just now, the young warrior just glanced at Qingyan.

Within 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 it was much cleaner than before.

"Hello, master, can I sit?" He pointed to the chair opposite Qingyan and asked.

But before Qingyan answered no, he sat directly on it.

"Master Chen, you can call me Lin Jie!"

"Oh!" Qingyan nodded and asked with a little curiosity, "just now, how did you recognize me?"

Lin Jie said with some nostalgia, "my intuition is very sharp. My teachers used to say that I am a born painter. As long as I work hard, I can make achievements in painting!"

"Have you achieved anything?" Qingyan asked casually.

Maybe she didn't talk to someone for a long time, or maybe she was bored. She wanted to spend the rest of her time, but Qingyan actually said a few more words to that person.

The waiter in the restaurant brought two dishes, a pile of peanuts, a pot of wine, and two wine glasses. He poured himself a glass of wine, sipped it gently, and said in a depressed way, "no, my mother thinks that practicing martial arts is more promising, so let me practice martial arts!"

"Yes!"

Qingyan couldn't help thinking of her father.

At first, her father wanted her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If... Unfortunately, there is no if!

As time went by, she almost forgot what her father looked like. In her heart, there was only one feeling left.

But if she can meet him, she believes that she can still recognize him.

"By the way, elder, do you drink?"

At this time, Lin Jie remembered Qingyan.

"No!"

"Oh, that's good. Drinking is not a good habit. Recently, my hand holding the sword is unstable!"

Qingyan glanced at Lin Jie's indifferent expression, and picked his eyebrows: "since even the sword is unstable, why do you want to be a martial artist?"

"I make a living selling paintings now!" Lin Jie whispered.

"Selling paintings?" Qingyan glanced at the young man in front of him in surprise, "don't you see that you really have a hand? Since you live by selling paintings, why do you still carry a sword?"

"Get used to it! After all, I've been practicing swordsmanship since I can remember. I almost keep the sword in my hand. Now I always feel something missing without a sword in my hand!" Lin Jie sighed, "it's actually very good to bring a long sword. Sometimes my paintings may not sell, so it's convenient to carry a sword to sell paintings..."

Lin Jie almost made Lin Jie laugh at his light face, which had been stretched all the time.

With a sword, it's convenient to sell paintings?

You can imagine how light face sells paintings!

"Didn't you say that you are so talented in painting that you can't even sell your paintings?"

"Maybe it is. My painting is a little strange, which is not in line with their aesthetics!" Lin Jie drank a mouthful of wine and sighed softly.

"Strange painting?" Qingyan looked at the other party in doubt, "what are you good at painting?"

"Landscape, and people!" Lin Jie looked up at Qingyan and said, "otherwise, I'll draw a picture for the elder here?"

"No!" Qingyan directly shook his head and refused.

There are too many people in the restaurant.

Besides, she didn't want to leave any portraits.

"Don't worry, it won't take up your time, let alone take off your disguise!"

"Oh?" Qingyan was a little surprised.

Then Lin Jie ignored it, took down the wine and vegetables on his table, wiped the oil stains on the table with his newly bought clothes sleeve, and took out a stack of drawing paper, brushes, inkstones and ink from the space ring.

He lifted the wine pot and poured wine into the inkstone. While sharpening the ink, he carefully observed Qingyan. After only ten breaths, he pressed the brush into the inkstone.

He exudes a sense of confidence and freedom.

The essence, Qi and spirit in his body seemed to be integrated and condensed into potential.

This trend is not aggressive, but gentle as a stream, calm as a lake, with a kind of sad autumn!

This momentum, let light Yan can't help but be serious about it.

She once had the honor to meet a painter in the state of Zhou. When he painted for Zhou Lihua, the momentum was just like this.

When the momentum condensed to the extreme, Lin Jie was trying to pull the brush out of the inkstone, but his action suddenly stagnated and suddenly stopped.

He took another look at Qingyan, poured all the ink in the inkstone into the bowl, and found his weapon from the chair behind his ass. he took out the rusty sword and cut open his palm, and blood dripped into the inkstone in clusters.

At this time, a table near Qingyan had noticed this side.

They also cast their eyes curiously to see how the painter dressed as a martial artist painted.

"Is this guy crazy? Why cut his hand? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Who knows, maybe it's crazy?"

"Should it be blood painting? But can people accept painting big girls with blood?"

"Is it a show of love?"

"No?"

“……”

Lin Jie was completely isolated from him at this moment because of the external disturbance and the comments of others.

He pressed the brush like thick blood, and when his spirit and spirit were integrated, he reached the peak... He was all gone!

Those who were curious to see his paintings held their breath.

While Qingyan was calm, and began to pour broth into her bowl and mix the rice well. She ate two mouthfuls and felt that the taste was good, moderately salty, and there was a strong smell of meat, which was very in line with her taste.

When Qingyan chewed slowly and just planed the fourth mouthful of oil bibimbap, Lin Jie also stopped his pen.

He painted so fast that it was done at one go!

After painting, Lin Jie breathed a long sigh of relief, sweat dripping on his forehead, and his face, which was not very good, became paler.

As if he had expended a lot of energy, he slumped directly on the chair.

Before Qingyan went to see it, the person next to Lin Jie who watched his painting process was stupid!

They looked at the painting spread on the table, then at Lin Jie, and finally at Qingyan... They were stunned!