Finest Servant

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It's my heart, it's my heart, Lin Wanrong can't wait to hug Dong Qiaoqiao and kiss her, this girl is really a treasure, choosing this father and daughter, Lao Tzu's vision is really quack.

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

Seeing Dong Qiaoqiao's face full of joy, Lin Wanrong suddenly smiled and said, Miss Qiaoqiao, aren't you very familiar with Miss Xiao? Seeing how we arranged her like this, why are you still helping Zhou?

Dong Qiaoqiao also knew that the contents of these sections were all based on hearsay and random fabrications by his father, so there was no truth to them at all.

She smiled and said, Young Master, you also said that we are in business, and we pay attention to interests. The things recorded in this booklet are also some small things from street rumors, but we have sorted them out and added one. It's just a slightly exaggerated topic, it's not harmful to others, but also self-interest. In addition, Miss Xiao and I are not familiar with each other, and we haven't even met each other.

It's really wonderful, Lin Wanrong sighed in his heart, what I did was originally a three-page tabloid, so what authenticity do I need. However, Dong Qiaoqiao's words made Lin Wanrong feel strange. Does this Miss Xiao want to make clothes without letting the tailor measure the size?

Dong Qiaoqiao saw through Lin Wanrong's question and said with a smile: Miss Xiao is extremely busy. I always use an old dress of Miss Xiao to make a sample.

Taking an old dress as a sample, the clothes made can satisfy Miss Xiao. This Dong Qiaoqiao is indeed a skillful girl.

Having said so much, the three editions of the tabloid are still missing one crucial thing.

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the blank space designated by Lin Wanrong, and said puzzledly: Sir, what are the uses of these remaining places?

Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously. Instead of answering her words, she instructed her, Qiaoqiao, is there any carbon black?

Dong Qiaoqiao responded obediently and went to the kitchen to find a burnt wooden stick for Lin Wanrong. In this era, naturally no one knows what a pencil is, not even graphite. Lin Wanrong doesn't know how to use a brush, so he can only use carbon black instead.

Lin Wanrong has not painted for four or five years. He is very skilled, so he sparsely practiced on the ground.

Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong make three or two strokes, and the face of a pretty woman appeared on the ground. The woman seemed to be alive, dignified and beautiful, and her appearance and demeanor were extremely realistic.

Both father and daughter have seen other people paint with splashing ink, but this is the first time they have seen such a quick sketch as Lin Wanrong.

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.

Lin Wanrong learned sketching when she was in middle school. Later, she went to college. In order to pursue her first girlfriend, she practiced for four years. The sketches she drew filled 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 Wanrong was obsessed with the past, until Dong Qiaoqiao called him a few times, and Lin Wanrong came to his senses and said with a smile: Miss Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?

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

For the beautiful and gentle Dong Qiaoqiao, Lin Wanrong was quite patient, so he smiled and said: This is called sketching, it is a simple stroke method in my hometown. I haven't drawn it for many years, and now my hands are very good.

Dong Qiaoqiao shook his head and said: No, I think that although the brush strokes are simple, the brush strokes are like a god, and the most wonderful thing is that only a piece of discarded burnt wood can make such a painting. Master.

Although Lin Wanrong is thick-skinned, she blushed a little when she praised her like this. She hurriedly shook her head and smiled: Miss Qiaoqiao, if you say this again, I will be proud.

Dong Qiaoqiao covered her lips and smiled, her beautiful eyes turning into a seductive crescent moon, and said softly, But I don't know where is the son's hometown?

Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment, his expression darkened, and he said softly: My hometown? It's far, far away.

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

Dong Rende, who had been staring at the figure, suddenly exclaimed softly, This woman looks a lot like Mrs. Xiao, but—

Lin Wanrong smiled and said, Look again, is this really Mrs. Xiao?

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

Lin Wanrong smiled without saying a word, and Dong Rende hurriedly said, Young Master Lin, have you met Miss Xiao?

Lin Wanrong shook his head and smiled: I haven't even seen you before, how could I see it? I just happened to see Mrs. Xiao just now. This painting is based on Mrs. Xiao's appearance, plus my imagination, and I made a temporary copy. There should always be a three-point imagination.

The Dong family's father and daughter had no more thoughts than surprise and admiration on their faces at this time. After all, just relying on the appearance of a woman in her thirties to draw the appearance of her daughter under twenty Can't.

Lin Wanrong looked at their demeanor, and secretly laughed in his heart. He deliberately painted this Miss Xiao to have a bit of imagination with Mrs. Xiao, and at the same time, he was younger and more beautiful, just to make those talented people believe it. , The person in this painting is the Miss Xiao they imagined.

I practiced with a wooden stick for a while, and I felt that my proficiency was almost there, so I asked Dong Qiaoqiao to find a knife. Lin Wanrong carefully sharpened the carbon black into a pencil shape. Although it was full of dust, it was more convenient. .

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

Lin Wanrong smiled and said: I need something called a pencil to paint, but I don't have it here, so I have to use carbon black to cut it into that shape instead. I'll finish the painting later, you have to help me put it away and say Someday I will use it again. Dong Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.

With this pencil in hand, Lin Wanrong seems to have returned to the scene where he was painting for his girlfriend by the Weiming Lake. He stroked the brush like a god, and within a while, an image of a more delicate and natural beauty appeared on the paper. Due to the sharpness of the tools, and the fact that it has entered the state again, this painting has invisibly improved by two grades compared to the previous one.

I saw the woman's skirt fluttering in the painting, like a fairy coming from a wave, with a beautiful face, a slight smile on her face, and a luxurious atmosphere, as if standing in front of her lifelikely. It's just that the eyebrows are slightly raised, and there seems to be a faint sadness. This is Lin Wanrong's recent situation of Xiao's family according to Dong Rende, and it was added deliberately for the purpose of being more realistic.

Is this the real Miss Xiao? She looks really good. Dong Qiaoqiao involuntarily sighed softly beside Lin Wanrong: It would be great if I also had such a painting.

Lin Wanrong smiled and said: Okay, no problem, I will give you a sketch one day.