MTL - Finest Servant-Chapter 17 The birth of tabloids in 3 editions (2)

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I really win my heart, I really win my heart, Lin Wanrong can't wait to hug Dong Qiaoqiao and kiss him. This girl is really a treasure. Choosing this father and her daughter, Lao Tzu's vision is really jealous.

Although he did not understand what Lin Wanrong was thinking, looking at his excited eyes, the father and daughter of the Dong family also knew that he must be extremely satisfied.

Seeing Dong Qiaoqiao's face full of joy, Lin Wanrong smiled suddenly: "Ms. Qiaoqiao, aren't you familiar with Miss Xiao Da? See how we arrange her like this, how can you help me?"

Dong Qiaoqiao also knows that the contents of these sections are all made by his own father, and combined with random fabrications, it is not true at all.

She smiled and said, "You have said, my son, we are in business, and we pay attention to our interests. The things recorded in this booklet are also small things that we have heard all over the street, but we just organized and added a The topic is only a little exaggerated, it is not harmful, but also self-interested. In addition, Miss Xiao and I are not familiar with each other, and I have never even met one side. "

I was so wonderful, Lin Wanrong sighed in my heart, what I ran originally was a three-page tabloid, and what authenticity was needed. However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Does this Miss Xiao make clothes and does not allow the tailor to measure the size?

Dong Qiaoqiao saw through Lin Wanrong's question and smiled. "Miss Xiao is extremely busy. I always take Miss Xiao's old clothes and make a sample."

Take a piece of old clothes as a sample, and the clothes made can satisfy Miss Xiao. This Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a handy girl.

I have said so much. The advent of these three editions of the tabloids is just as crucial.

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space designated by Lin Wanrong, puzzled: "My son, what is the purpose of these remaining places?"

Qi Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously and did not answer her words, but instead ordered her to say: "Coincidentally, is there carbon black?"

Dong Qiaoqiao gave a good response and went to the kitchen to find a burnt stick for Lin Wanrong. In this era, naturally nobody will know what a pencil is, not even graphite. Lin Wanrong will not use a writing brush, but only carbon black.

Zhelin Wanrong hasn't painted in four or five years, and she has very few hands, so she practiced on the ground.

Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong three times, and the face of a pretty woman appeared on the ground. The woman was alive, dignified and beautiful, and her appearance and expression were extremely realistic.

Both my father and daughter have seen others paint with ink, but it was the first time I saw such a quick sketch like Lin Wanrong.

Zhe Lin Wanrong looked at the portrait, and couldn't help sighing in her heart. She hadn't painted for a few years, and her hands were very good. It used to be more than this level.

Sketch was learned by Lin Wanrong in middle school, and later went to college. In pursuit of her first girlfriend, she practiced for four years and filled her with two cardboard boxes. Unfortunately, after graduating from college, she went to the United States of America, and Lin Wanrong also had more opportunities to pursue girls.

Lin Linrong was obsessed with the past, and it wasn't until Dong Qiaoqiao called him a few times that Lin Wanrong came to his senses and smiled, "Miss Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?"

Dong Qiaoqiao asked softly: "Son, what kind of painting is this, so simple? Your painting is so beautiful."

To Wan Qiaoqiao, a beautiful and gentle man, Lin Wanrong was still very patient, and he smiled and said, "This is a sketch in my hometown. I haven't done it for many years, and now I have a very good hand."

Dong Qiaoqiao shook his head and said, "No, I think that although the son's strokes are simple, he uses the pen as a **** to get three points in the wood. The most wonderful thing is that only a section of abandoned char wood can be used to make such a artistic conception. The son will be a generation. Grandmaster. "

Although Lin Linrong was thick-skinned, she was so blushed that she was so complimented. She quickly shook her head and smiled, "Miss Qiaoqiao, I will be proud of you again."

Dong Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips with a smile, her beautiful eyes smiled into a seductive meniscus, and softly said, "But I don't know where the father's hometown is?"

Gao Lin was glorified at night, his expression darkened, and said gently, "My hometown? Far, far."

Dong Qiaoqiao thought that Lin Wanrong was unwilling to tell her that there was a hint of loneliness flashing on his face, and he bit his red lips to watch Lin Wanrong's paintings, and stopped talking to him.

Dong Rende, who was staring blankly at the portrait, suddenly whispered, "This woman is very similar to Mrs. Xiao, but-"

Qi Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Look again, is this really Mrs. Xiao?"

Dong Rende carefully looked for a while and said, "It seems to be a little younger and more beautiful than Mrs. Xiao, is it, is it-" The father and daughter glanced at each other with a shock in their faces, and looked at Lin Wanrong together: "It's Miss Xiao—"

Lin Linrong smiled silently, Dong Rende hurriedly said, "Lin Gongzi, have you seen Miss Xiao?"

Lin Wanrong shook his head and smiled, "How can I not even see you? I just happened to see Mrs. Xiao. This painting is like Mrs. Xiao, plus my imagination. I temporarily copied it out. I I think there must be three points of imagination. "

The Dong family's father and daughter had no idea except surprise and admiration on their faces. After all, it is just a woman in her thirties who paints her daughter who is less than twenty years old. Generally, the artist has no such skill. Now in their eyes, this son of Lin seems to have nothing to do. Can't.

Lin Wanrong looked at their expressions, and UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. He was also secretly funny. He deliberately imagined this Miss Xiao Da ’s painting with Mrs. Xiao, and at the same time, he was younger and more beautiful. The people in this painting are their dreamy Miss Xiao.

After practicing with a wooden stick for a while, I felt that the proficiency was almost the same. I asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a small knife. Lin Wanrong carefully cut the carbon black into a pencil. Although it was covered with dust, it was more smooth. .

Dong Qiaoqiao's curiosity came up again: "Master, is this a pen? Why is it so strange? What's its name?"

Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "I need a kind of pencil called a painting, but there is nothing here, so I have to use carbon black to cut it into that shape. After I finish painting, you have to help me put it away and say Someday I will use it again. "Dong Qiaoqiao nodded cleverly.

With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seemed to be back in the scene of painting for his girlfriend on the shore of Weiming Lake. After writing, if there is a god, less than a moment, an image of a more beautiful and natural-looking beauty jumped onto the paper. Thanks to the sharp tools and the state of being in again, this painting has more than two grades invisible compared to the previous painting.

I saw the woman's skirts fluttering in the painting, like a fairy from the waves, with a beautiful face, a smile on her face, and a luxurious atmosphere, as if standing in front of her. It was just a slight frown at the center of the eyebrow that seemed to be a little sorrowful. This is Lin Wanrong's deliberate addition based on the recent situation of the Xiao family according to Dong Rende, the purpose is to be more realistic.

"Is this really Miss Xiao? She looks so good." Dong Qiaoqiao sighed involuntarily beside Lin Wanrong, "I would have liked such a painting."

Qi Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Okay, no problem, I'll sketch it for you one day."