Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 37 037: Wife has a problem (Part 1)

  Shen Tang was upset when he heard this.

   If she can’t sing, she can bear it, but if she can’t draw, she can’t bear it. That’s the skill she used to eat!

   Her expertise cannot be questioned!

   Choked back directly: "Why is my 'painting' not working?"

  Qi Shan wants to ask a question,—

  How can she draw well?

  It's almost like a three-year-old child scribbling.

  He said frankly: "Nowhere, nowhere."

  The painter who taught Mr. Shen Xiaolang how to draw is simply misleading his disciples.

  Shen Tang slapped the picture case loudly, with anger written all over his face, he bluntly provocatively said: "Qi Yuanliang, you can do it!"

  Seeing that Shen Tang is still dead, the duck's mouth is hardened, and Qi Shan is also aroused from the competitive spirit that has been suppressed for many years. Dang even stretched out one hand to hold the pen, and spread out new drawing paper with the other hand. The tip of the pen was soaked with ink, and he drew without hesitation: "Shen Xiaolang is so warmly invited, so kindness has no choice but to show his ugliness."

  With just a few strokes, the landscape, flowers and birds are outlined.

Don't look at his simple drawing, a stroke here, a stroke there, people have the illusion of "I can draw with a pen", but compared with Shen Tang's villain picture, it is really different . Qishan put down his pen with satisfaction, but fortunately, his painting skills did not go backwards too much.

  Shen Tang snorted, provocatively: "That's it?"

  Pray for goodness: "..."

  Such a big gap is still stubborn?

"Although I have no talent, I have been traveling around all these years, and my painting skills are quite useless, but compared with you, Mr. Shen Xiaolang..." Qishan hesitated to speak, and let the listener figure out what he didn't mean, as long as the eyes are not blind. Can see which picture is better.

   Few people know that he drew better when he was a teenager.

  Some calligraphers and painters once said that his paintings have the essence of the words of Layman Moji: "Looking at the mountains from a distance, you can hear the sound of the water, the spring is gone, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come." It's a pity that there is no "painting spirit" or "painting heart" in the world. If there is, the grade must be excellent.

  Who knows that Shen Tang is still a dead duck and refuses to admit it, and he still doesn't forget to say: "Hmph, it's time to show you the real painting skills."

  Qi Shan became interested: "We'll wait and see."

  Shen Tang picked up the picture of the villain again, and painted on the basis of the draft, with a confident attitude that would impress Qishan. Qishan stepped aside to give Shen Tang room to play. He sat on one side and watched, his expression getting weirder.

  He also thought that Mr. Shen Xiaolang was planning to suppress before he wanted to promote, and through the gap between the front and the back to reflect the painting skills of turning decay into magic.

result-

  It’s still the same picture of the little man, but the little man on the picture has many more details, but the character still has the **** round head, and the body and limbs are still simple. If there is any difference, it is probably because the "anxious" atmosphere that hits the face is getting stronger.

   Still very coquettish.

Qi Shan spent half a quarter of an hour watching Shen Tang finish drawing a series of movements of the villain - entering the door, **** and undressing, climbing onto the bed with concave shape, a second villain came in the house, **** and **** the same, climbing onto the bed with the same concave shape, Same…

  Qi Shan quickly grabbed Shen Tang's wrist, stopping her from continuing to draw.

   stared blankly and asked: "What did you draw?"

  Shen Tang took it for granted, "The picture of the secret play."

  Qi Shan was almost speechless: "..."

  He widened his eyes in disbelief, looked at Shen Tang's face, and then at the little figures connected in series on the picture that seemed to be moving, and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time. Qishan never dreamed that what Mr. Shen Xiaolang drew was actually a picture of a secret play with action.

  (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

  Qi Shan endured the urge to twitch the veins on his forehead.

  For a while, I didn't know whether to say that Mr. Shen Xiaolang didn't think about painting secret dramas, or that his painting skills were poor and he had the courage to show them.

  He took a deep breath, and smiled on the surface: "If the secret drama pictures are all standard, men and women in this world will not care about it."

   To have artistic conception or not, to be hazy or not hazy.

  If the newlyweds see this picture of a secret drama as enlightenment, they probably don’t know what the harmony of yin and yang is even if they are gray-haired.

  Shen Tang: "..."

   This guy didn't get beaten to death for speaking so meanly!

  She said seriously: "Yuanliang, it's because you can't appreciate it."

  Look at her swaying ink and brush strokes.

  Look at this line, this layout, this artistic conception!

  If you can't draw well, how can you make a living by painting?

   Now it's Qishan's turn to be speechless.

He suddenly found that Mr. Shen didn't look like a dead duck with a stubborn mouth. This expression was frank and righteous, and he looked at him with a bit of "your aesthetic deformity". It didn't seem like he knew the gap and refused to admit defeat. —

  An absurd guess emerged in Qishan's mind——Shen Xiaolang is poor and doesn't know it, and he thinks that he draws well in the bottom of his heart?

   He made insinuations, and he did.

   It was a long speechless speech, and I didn't know where to start.

  He looked at Shen Xiaolangjun's head, showed sympathy, and promised her: "When I have more money in the future, I will find a good doctor to see you more. Early treatment and early recovery, delaying the disease for a long time will delay the disease!"

  Shen Tang: "..."

  Intuition told her that praying for good was not someone's words.

   Turning a corner and scolding her for being mentally ill?

  Qi Shan is also very interesting, taking advantage of Shen Tang's outburst to change the subject: "Why is Mr. Shen Xiaolang suddenly interested in secret drama pictures?"

  Say Mr. Shen Xiaolang is lustful, he still thinks it looks good when he draws such a picture, which dude can have such an aesthetic?

   But let’s be serious…Which serious gentleman would not change his face and not be ashamed when he was surrounded by spectators painting secret drama pictures?

  Shen Tang replied: "The job I took from the bookstore was to help a young lady in Yuehua Building do a portrait, and the reward was not low."

  Life is not easy, Tangtang sighed.

  Qi Shan's expression became more and more strange, and he asked a very crucial question: "The shopkeeper of the bookstore, he didn't test your painting skills?"

  When did the shopkeepers become so talkative?

When he was in a difficult life, he also went to the bookstore to receive orders, usually for small jobs such as copying the book of words and writing family letters for others, and the remuneration for portraits would be more generous. Jobs to scramble for.

   But the money is not easy to earn.

  People pay a lot of money, so naturally there are too many demands. How did Mr. Shen Xiaolang get the job with his poor painting skills?

  Shen Tang replied: "No."

  Qi Shan was surprised. He was worried that Shen Tang might have met a liar, so he said: "...you can restore the scene at that time."

  Shen Tang followed suit.

  He understood what was going on after listening.

   It all depends on luck and the shopkeeper is blind.

  The shopkeeper was lucky enough to pass this level, and that young man will never be fooled. You must know that this kind of painting is related to their future business, reputation, and face. Naturally, they must strive for perfection, and the requirements for the painter's painting skills are quite strict. Mr. Shen Xiaolang is so poor that his purse clinks, where did the paper, pen and ink on the table come from?

  Shen Tang was unhappy: "This is obviously a job I won by my ability, it is too unjust for Yuan Liang to hit people like this..."

   "I'm also thinking about Shen Xiaolang-jun's life. If you really use these pictures of yours to deal with business, believe it or not, that young man became so angry that he recruited a group of thugs from Yuehua Building to tear you down?"

   When you see this, the revision is complete.

  (end of this chapter)