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"Damn it! Use wine and tea? Ya's imagination is really rich! You! You up!"

Li Quan cursed secretly, and waved his hands calmly: "No, no, is there any charcoal here?"

"Charcoal?" Li Qianrong frowned, "What does Lord Li want charcoal for? Could it be that you use charcoal for painting?"

Li Quan smiled and nodded: "Naturally."

Haha

First, wine and tea were changed to painting, and now charcoal is used to paint.

This is something that has never been seen or heard before. This Master Li really does not follow the usual path!

Everyone was suspicious and looked at Han Feng.

Han Feng gritted his teeth: "Come here, get a piece of charcoal."

"I want to see what this guy can do!"

After receiving the order, the little maid who had brought Li Quan up jumped downstairs and brought a piece of charcoal from nowhere.

Charcoal is indeed charcoal, but the key is that this charcoal is too...too big to write, right?How did a little girl get here?

"Oh!"

The little maid dropped the charcoal and made a muffled sound, and felt the whole building tremble slightly.

Li Quan was in a cold sweat: "Be gentle, don't crush the floor!"

The little servant girl wiped her forehead with her dark hands, leaving black marks all over her face: "Phew! I'm exhausted."

Han Xue looked at the charcoal, frowned and asked, "Master Li, is there enough charcoal?"

"Eh..." Li Quan didn't know how to explain it. After thinking about it, he broke off a piece of charcoal and said to the little maid:

"That's enough, take the rest."

"Ah?" The poor little maid's eyes were red, she looked at her master with grievances, and in the end she had no choice but to remove the whole piece of charcoal.

Li Quan took charcoal and ground it on the floor for a long time, and after grinding out a relatively smooth pen tip, he tried to draw two strokes on the ground.

"It's not good if you don't hold a pen for a long time, this damn is a bit rusty!"

Li Quan shook his head secretly, thinking that he couldn't draw things that were too complicated. If he wanted to draw, he had to draw what he was familiar with before.

After thinking for a while, Li Quan had a plan in mind, and walked to the desk confidently.

The people around looked at Li Quan stupidly for a long time, not knowing what the other party was going to do.Now finally seeing Li Quan walking to the desk, he immediately became excited:

"Master Li, are you going to paint?"

"Ah."

"Prepare paper! Prepare paper!"

Several people stepped forward and immediately spread a large and brand-new rice paper on Li Quan, and then looked at Li Quan expectantly: "Master Li, please!"

Li Quan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead: "Don't be so enthusiastic, it makes me a little nervous."

Li Quan was indeed a little nervous. After all, he didn't draw like this, and he didn't know how everyone would react to the drawing.

However, Li Quan still drew it!

And the painting is very fast, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, without stopping, just looking at this posture, it is not worse than Han Feng at all.

"All right!"

Before everyone could come back to their senses, Li Quan lightly put the charcoal on one side.

"Just draw it? Isn't it too fast?"

Everyone was dubious, and they probed to see what the charcoal painting looked like.

Don't look at it, look at it!

"This... this is also..." Everyone was dumbfounded and speechless.

"How? How? Not bad?" Li Quan looked at everyone expectantly.

Han Feng was taken aback when he saw Li Quan's flowing movements just now, but now he couldn't help laughing when he saw the objects in the painting:

"Haha 9 thought painting was something, but it turned out to be something that no one can understand. It's so small, I finished it in one stroke."

"Yeah! If this can be called a painting, isn't it too childish?" The men nodded as they looked at the paper, not because they thought it was ugly, but because they thought it was too simple and they couldn't understand it. What, I feel that such a work is unrefined.

But the girls don't think so. Although the image on the drawing paper is small, the image is very interesting, especially the smooth and sure lines, the exaggerated expression, and the big and simple head. Can't resist.

"It's so cute!" The girls stared in a trance, looking at the image they had never seen before.

A group of men didn't understand, so: "What's so cute?"

The girls ignored them, and rushed to Li Quan's side, smiling coquettishly and asking: "Master Li, what is this drawing of yours? I haven't seen it before, so cute, is it an animal?"

Li Quan smiled mysteriously: "Guess."

"I think it's a mouse."

"It's not! It should be a dog."

Li Qianrong looked at it seriously. From the moment she saw the thing in the painting, the cute cells deep in the girl's heart rose up, and she smiled sweetly and covered her chest:

"I think it's a cat."

"It's still Princess Rong who is smart and can guess right." Li Quan praised.

Li Qianrong's pretty face flushed slightly, and she stopped talking.

Han Feng was dumbfounded, his hard-working masterpiece didn't attract the girl and Princess Rong's interest so much, how can this rotten thing that doesn't know what can attract so much attention?

"Is this a cat? It's ridiculous, how can there be such a cat in the world?"

Facing Han Feng's question, Li Quan replied calmly: "Indeed, there is no such cat in the world. In reality, it does not mean that you can't draw it. Painting comes from life but is higher than life. This thing is what I want in my heart. Think, give it the image of a cat, but it is far more cute and full of wisdom than a real cat. It can take you to travel in various worlds. Have you seen the orangutan bag on its stomach? There are all kinds of magical things in it. Props have various functions. You may say that it is impossible, but you cannot deny it, because this is people’s yearning for a better life. Painting is to record people’s infinite fantasies. Only such painters have souls .”

"Master Li..."

After listening to Li Quan's impassioned speech, the girls' eyes became more admirable, and they were more interested in the objects in the painting, and they rushed to ask:

"What kind of cat is this?"