Chapter 1415: Handsome mulatto

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After all, it is in Dongchen Kingdom, so pure Asian faces are relatively rare.
When I saw an old Asian lady wearing a navy blue cotton skirt painting, and a young girl with a young face as a model in front, she quickly attracted many foreigners to stop by.
Those people gathered around Grandma Zhao Wanqin, looking down at the painting while smiling at Ye Linlang from time to time.
When the foreigner looked at Ye Linlang, his face was filled with a warm smile.
Even if he didn't speak, Ye Linlang could feel the appreciation and marvel in the eyes of those people.
...
Ye Linlang rarely encounters such a battle.
Especially when those people are full of admiration.
Ye Linlang had never seen it before.
She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and almost wanted to start.
Grandma Zhao Wanqin flew over with an eye knife.
"Don't move! Keep the shape you just looked at the clouds."
Ye Linlang couldn't help but look a little red.
Cough, she's such a stage fright, really not suitable for being a good model.
Feel like posing here, it is better to go to the public to perform the drama!
At least to comfort myself, those are the script needs!
...
Ye Linlang felt his legs were sore.
Just when she was about to hold on, Grandma Zhao Wanqin waved to Ye Linlang.
"Lin Lang, come here and draw!"
Ye Linlang came over in a hurry.
Those foreign friends kindly gave her a way.
Ye Linlang looked at the wet paint on the drawing board and couldn't help but marvel.
The this painting is actually you? !
...
I saw the blue and white clouds on the brand-new painting paper painted with oil paint.
The girl stood up slowly, standing on the side of the bridge, supporting the bridge fence with one hand, only showing a small half of her face, looking at the distance from the bridge, and her expression was deep and beautiful.
Because it still embraces the pipa's half-covered style, it feels more of a quiet and peaceful afternoon scene.
It makes people feel calm and settle down unconsciously.
...
Ye Linlang opened his mouth wide, his expression was a little unbelievable.
"I painted this?"
"if not?"
Mrs. Zhao gave Ye Linlang a white glance.
She took out a seal stamp with the words Xiao Zhaoqin of Xiao Zhuan. After stamping the stamp, she asked Ye Linlang.
"Lin Lang, is your handwriting beautiful? If it's good, you can inscribe the picture."
"what?--"
Ye Linlang deflated his mouth and suddenly knew how important it was to have beautiful handwriting!
This function can actually be sent!
Ye Linlang was speechless, and she blushed sullenly, her tone a little calm.
"That... my words are not very good-looking. Although I have practiced for a while, it is only neat now."
It would be nice if Jiang Qiran were here.
Jiang Qiran's pen is generous and chic, making it unforgettable at first sight.
When Ye Linlang was first stunned by Jiang Qiran, it was not Jiang Qiran's perfect facial features, but the teenagers generously wrote the words "Jiang Qiran" on the blackboard.
That one turned around, lined with the handsome handwriting behind, it really had a movie-like texture.
...
Zhao Wanqin stood up and she frowned.
"Okay, then my old man wrote it himself, and when he is old, he feels that his calligraphy has also declined."
Mrs. Zhao found the inscription brush from the other side, and carefully wrote a small poem "Broken Chapter" by Bian Zhilin, but only selected one of the sentences.
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the person watching the scenery looks at you upstairs.
In fact, if the moon in the following poem is changed to a cloud, Mrs. Zhao thinks it is also very applicable, but think about it.
Mingyue decorates your window, you decorate the dreams of others.
Zhao Wanqin raised his eyes and looked at Ye Linlang, who was obsessed with the paintings, and a sigh appeared in his heart.
I don’t know whose dream is the girl in the painting at this time?
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After Zhao Wanqin finished the line, he was ready to close the booth and go home.
She came to the Art Gallery itself, not to sell paintings, but just to seek inspiration.
A wandering artist likes Zhao Wanqin's drawing style, so she talked to her in English.
Ye Linlang got Zhao Wanqin's instructions and immediately buried her head to help her clean up the painting box.
It was at this time that a younger brother with a mixture of Asian and European facial features came forward.
The other party is obviously a mixed-race, with short linen hair and a very deep outline, but the eyes are standard deer eyes, and the big pupils are black and white, which looks simple and harmless.
"Hello, can you sell me this picture?"
The other party's Chinese is not particularly fluent.
It's weird, but the tone is good.
The young man said, and reached out to stop Ye Linlang.
Obviously it was a little rude action, because his handsome face and the big smile made him unable to be angry.
...
Ye Linlang looked up at this beautiful mixed-race child.
The other party is dressed in a light gray shirt with a pair of black wide-leg pants. It has a smart and cute temperament.
Ye Linlangxiu frowned 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 mixed-race youth stared at Ye Linlang straight, his face smiling.
"It seems that the author is busy now."
He shrugged and said with interest, pointing at the painting that had just been dried.
"Are you a native of Kyushu?"
"It seems that it is not a domestic holiday time. Are you a student who came to study in Dongchenguo? I just saw that you are a model for that grandmother. Are you interested in attending an Asian student exchange meeting?"
Ye Linlang didn't expect the other party to be so familiar.
She smiled politely as she looked at each other's high-nosed, mixed-race look.
"No interest, thank you."
...
Ye Linlang thought that Dongchen's national style was a good thing, but she didn't expect that the half-breed brother was still entangled in himself.
The other side reached out and a pair of deer eyes smiled and were friendly.
"Then make a friend. My name is Shangguan Luo. My father is from Kyushu. I don't know what your name is."
"..."
Ye Linlang looked at each other's outstretched hand, and after several tangles, he finally reached out and shook his hand with the mixed-race who claimed to be Shangguan Luo.
"Ye Linlang, leaves of leaves, dazzling dazzling."
The opponent's palm is dry and strong.
After Ye Linlang introduced herself, she quickly withdrew her hand.
On the other side, Zhao Wanqin also ended the exchange with the foreign homeless artist.
Grandma Zhao Wanqin looked at the half-breed brother next to Ye Linlang with some surprise.
"Eh, this is?"
Without waiting for Shangguan Luo to introduce himself, Ye Linlang began to show his intentions for him.
"Grandma Zhao, this is Shangguan Luo. He wants to buy your painting, the one that just painted the cloud."