Chapter 1401

After all, it is in Dongchen, so pure Asian faces are rare.

When I saw an old Asian lady in a Navy cotton dress painting and a young girl with a young face acting as a model in front of her, she soon attracted many foreigners to watch and stop.

Those people gathered around Zhao wanqin's grandmother, looking down at the painting and smiling at ye Linlang from time to time.

When foreigners look at ye Linlang, their faces are filled with warm smile.

Even if he doesn't speak, ye Linlang can feel the admiration and exclamation in the eyes of those people.

……

Ye Linlang seldom encountered such a battle.

Especially when the eyes of those people are full of admiration.

Ye Linlang has never seen such appreciative eyes before.

She couldn't help being a little cramped and almost wanted to hold her hand.

It was grandma Zhao wanqin who flew over.

"Don't move! Keep looking at the cloud on your side. "

Ye Linlang's face was red.

Keke, she's a stage fright. She's not suitable to be a good model.

It's better to play drama in public than to pose here!

At least can comfort oneself, those are the script needs!

……

Ye Linlang felt that her legs were a little sour.

Just before she could hold on, grandma Zhao wanqin waved to ye Linlang.

"Linlang, come here and draw it!"

Ye Lin Lang came over in a hurry.

Those foreign friends were kind enough to make way for her.

Ye Linlang looked at the wet paint on the drawing board, and could not help but be surprised.

The girl in this painting is actually herself?!

……

I saw the blue and white clouds all over the sky on the brand-new painting paper covered with oil.

The girl stood on the edge of the bridge, with one hand supporting the bridge railing, showing only a small part of her side face. Looking at the distance from the bridge, the girl looked magnificent and deep.

Because it is still holding the pipa half covered demeanor, feeling more set off a quiet and peaceful afternoon scene.

Let a person feel the heart also unconsciously in peace down.

……

Ye Linlang opened his mouth and looked a little incredulous.

"This is me?"

"Otherwise?"

Mrs. Zhao gave ye Linlang a look.

She took out a stamp with the three characters of Zhao wanqin in Xiaozhuan. After stamping, she asked ye Linlang.

"Lin Lang, do you have a good handwriting? If it's good, you can write on this painting. "

"Ah? ——”

Ye Linlang shrunk his mouth and suddenly realized how important it is to have a good handwriting!

How can you send this function!

Ye Lin Lang speechless, she Na Na to the red face, tone some bashful.

"That My handwriting is not very good-looking. Although I have practiced it for some time, it is only neat and neat at present

If only Jiang Qilan were here.

Jiang Qilan's writing style is generous and natural and unrestrained, which is unforgettable at first sight.

When ye Linlang was first surprised by Jiang Qilan, it was not Jiang Qilan's perfect facial features, but the young man inscribed "Jiang Qilan" on the blackboard.

That one turns around, against the beautiful handwriting behind, it really has a kind of movie like texture.

……

Zhao wanqin stood up and frowned.

"Well, I wrote it by myself. As I get older, I feel that calligraphy has gone backwards."

Mrs. Zhao found the writing brush from the other side and carefully wrote Bian Zhilin's poem "duanzhang" carefully, and only selected one sentence.

You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery watch you upstairs.

In fact, if you change the bright moon in the following poem into clouds, Mrs. Zhao thinks it is also applicable, but think about it or forget it.

The moon decorates your window, you decorate other people's dreams.

Zhao wanqin raised her eyes and glanced at ye Linlang, who was infatuated with her paintings, and sighed in her heart.

I don't know whose dream was decorated by the girl in the painting at this time?

……

After Zhao wanqin finished writing the line, she was ready to close the stall and go home.

She came to the art gallery not to sell paintings, but to seek inspiration.

A wandering artist liked Zhao wanqin's painting style, so he talked to her in English.

And ye Linlang got Zhao wanqin's order and immediately buried her head to help her pack up the painting box.

At this time, a little brother with Asian and European features came forward.

The other is obviously a half breed, with short flax hair and a very deep outline. However, his eyes are the standard deer's eyes, and the big pupils are black and white, which looks simple and harmless."Hello, can you sell me this painting?"

Their Chinese is not very fluent.

It's weird, but the tone is very good.

The youth said, then reached out to stop ye Linlang.

Obviously, it's a little rude, because his handsome face and big smile make people can't be angry.

……

Ye Linlang raised his eyes and looked at this beautiful hybrid.

The other side is wearing a light gray shirt and a pair of black wide leg pants. It has a smart and likable temperament.

And ye Linlang's eyebrows frown slightly.

"Sorry, you have to ask the author."

Ye Linlang said, reaching for Zhao wanqin, who was talking to the foreign wandering artist.

And the half blood youth stares at ye Linlang with a smile on his face.

"It seems that the author is busy now."

He shrugged and pointed with interest to the painting that had just been wet with ink.

"Are you from Kyushu?"

"It seems that it's not a holiday time in China now. Are you a student coming to Dongchen country to study? Just now I saw you modeling for that Granny. Would you like to come to one of our Asian student exchanges? "

Ye Linlang didn't expect the other party to be so familiar.

She looked at each other's high nosed half breed's appearance and gave a polite smile.

"No interest, thank you."

……

Ye Linlang thought that it was a good thing for Dongchen people to be bold and unrestrained before, but he didn't expect that the little brother of mixed blood still entangled himself.

The other hand reached out, a pair of deer eyes, smile friendly.

"Then make a friend. My name is shangguanluo. My father is from Kyushu. I don't know what your name is?"

“……”

Ye Linlang looked at the other party's outstretched hand. After several tangles, he finally reached out and shook hands with the half blood son who claimed to be Shangguan Luo.

"Ye Linlang, the leaves of the leaves, a dazzling array."

The palm of the other person is dry and powerful.

Ye Linlang introduced herself and quickly pulled her hand back.

Over there, Zhao wanqin also ended the exchange with the foreign wandering artist.

Granny Zhao wanqin looks at her half brother beside ye Linlang in surprise.

"Well, this is?"

Without waiting for Shangguan Luo to introduce himself, ye Linlang began to express his intention for him.

"Granny Zhao, this is Shangguan Luo. He wants to buy your painting, the one just painted cloud."