The second time, Tang Qingge and a plate of mud.

The third time, she made a bowl bottom, and then she became paralyzed into a lump.

It's rare for a young man to have so little talent. He couldn't help murmuring, "what a surprise."

Some people look so awesome that they can't even make a lump of shit.

Tang Qingge is crying blind in the big boss' arms.

"I won't play anymore. It's too hard!"

Bo Qichen helplessly hugged her, "shall we go?"

She looked up, pitifully, and said, "but I still want a bowl."

She looked at the mud eagerly, but she was still a little unwilling.

Bo Qichen pursed his lips, sighed, untied his suit, rolled up his cuffs, and decided to make a bowl for her.

Tang Qingge was still crying. Later, he blinked and his eyes lit up.

Big boss is going to do it himself?!

Oh, oh, this is a rare scene!

The boy was shocked!

This

Other people hurriedly gathered together and saw that the soft mud made by Tang Qingge had formed the shape she wanted in Bo Qichen's hands. The boy didn't explain how to do it, but some people could understand it by themselves. According to his words, they could develop it by themselves.

Tang Qingge's mouth is rounded into an 'o' shape. She saw with her own eyes that the disobedient mud had become extremely obedient in the hands of the big boss. She suspected that the mud had been tampered with, so she touched it secretly.

Then the whole shape collapsed again.

People around were curious, "Hey, why are you paralyzed again?"

She drew back her hand with a guilty conscience.

Bo Qichen glanced at her guilty look, sighed almost inaudibly, and made a new bowl. This time, it took less than five minutes to make a bowl. Tang Qingge hurried to drive the people away. "Boss, you go to play with the others first, and I'll do the rest."

She took the bowl from his hand and secretly did not know what to do.

The young man coughed softly and said to Bo Qichen, "there are also oil paintings. I can explain to you how to draw a beautiful oil color painting. People's hands are the presentation of their hearts. What you think can be drawn in the way of painting."

"No need."

The young man was stunned and scratched his hair. "But you can draw a portrait for this young lady when you learn how to do it."

He was silent.

After a while, he looked at the young man. His scalp was numb. He thought he would not agree. He just wanted to talk.

Bo Qichen suddenly opened his lips.

"You lead the way."

"Ah? Oh."

The young man took him to the oil painting area to learn how to draw an oil painting. He first started to draw a pair of sunflowers by himself. "I have been painting since I was five years old. Painting is actually a work that needs patience and love. A painting master in Virginia once said that what you paint is also what you think. I like his words very much."

His painting skills were very good. In less than ten minutes, a pair of beautiful Van Gogh sunflowers jumped on the paper, and people around him could not help but make amazing sounds.

"This pair of sunflowers is really beautiful. Each one has such brilliant sunshine."

The young man smiled shyly at the crowd, "because I am full of hope for the future, I also like to use bright colors when painting, so these sunflowers will bloom so brightly."

But Van Gogh is different. His sunflowers are dark yellow, representing a decadent state.

The young man handed the pen to Bo Qichen. "You can have a try. Do I need to call that young lady to be a model?"

"No."