Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 252 What's the use of a painting?

Since Qin Zong had agreed to Qiu Mei, he would not neglect it.

Within two days, I came with acrylic paints.

This is the most suitable paint selected by the old man for wall painting. He brought a lot of buckets here and there, and borrowed a car to transport it.

Qiu Mei and Song Qishan rushed to meet him, and introduced Qin Zong's identity to everyone.

Everyone didn't expect Qiu Meilian to invite such a person, and their attitude became more respectful.

Yu Nian watched silently from the side, but snorted coldly in his heart.

What's so great about painting on the wall? Can it solve the problem of declining business on the platform?It's just grandstanding.

Others may have thought this way in their hearts, but they didn't show it, they just waited to see Qiu Mei's jokes.

After spending almost a whole day, Qin Zong finally got down from the ladder.

When he waved his brush, the merchants nearby were dumbfounded, and even the passengers on the train that stopped and stopped came down to look at it.

Someone else almost lost time because of it.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

Qin Zongmiao drew a picture of the sea on the wall with Danqing, the shades of blue are refreshing, a ship is slowly approaching, the sail on the mast is blown by the wind.

As the sun sets in the west, the sunset glow hangs upside down in the sky, rendering the sea surface resplendent and magnificent.The sailing boat is high-spirited, and it is not known whether it is going home or sailing away, which makes people infinitely reverie.

This painting is so realistic that someone even reached out to touch it, but Song Qishan hastily stopped it.

"The paint hasn't dried out yet, why do you want to print a handprint on it?"

The man hastily put down his hand, rubbed his head and giggled.

"The painting is so good, I thought it was real."

Qin Zong's skills are so superb, he painted the sea surface in layers, even the white foam produced by the collision between the bottom of the sailboat and the sea water can be clearly seen, and the sailors on the bow can be vaguely seen.

No matter the distance, there is something interesting, especially this painting is so majestic, it is really unforgettable at a glance.

Qiu Mei hurriedly asked Song Qishan to rub the old man's waist, and handed over the hot towel that had been prepared earlier.

"Thank you, Uncle Qin. Aunt Cheng said that your back is not good. Let's go to the platform to rest."

Qin Zong took the hot towel and wiped the face of Little Yunbao squatting next to him.

"Are you tired of watching Grandpa Qin draw?"

Song Qishan was dumbfounded, and looked at Qiu Mei jokingly, "Yunyun can't be the long-lost granddaughter of Mr. Qin's family."

Was beaten on the shoulder by Qiu Mei, "Stop talking nonsense."

He has a granddaughter, what kind of words does this sound like, the old gentleman may not have an opinion after hearing it.

Qin Zong smiled cheerfully, while Little Yunbao pointed to his right cheek, "There is something here."

"Give grandpa a wipe, okay?"

Little Yunbao took the towel and wiped Grandpa Qin's face earnestly, not forgetting to flatter her, "The painting is beautiful, Grandpa Qin is awesome."

Qin Zong felt as if he had drunk honey in his heart, and most of the fatigue on his body dissipated.

Looking at this scene, Qiu Mei couldn't help but mutter in her heart, it really looks like a grandparent and grandson.

She remembered that her younger sister was indeed abandoned in the Anye Brigade.

But thinking of that woman digging a hole back then to bury her sister alive, Qiu Mei's eyes turned cold.

It is estimated that it is a patriarchal family, even if the younger sister grows up, she will not allow that family to come to her door.

This kind of family doesn't deserve children at all.

The paintings on the wall shocked everyone present, including Yu Nian, but she quickly looked away and muttered in a voice only she could hear.

"What's the use of a painting? It's not the magical brush Ma Liang. No matter how good the painting is, it won't be of much use."

However, from the second day on, Yu Nian was severely slapped in the face.

(End of this chapter)