Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

Today, Little Paint Bucket Jing didn't stay in the studio obediently, and went out after talking to Xin Yuan.He was mysterious and didn't say what he was doing.

Xin Yuan didn't ask either, and in his mind he confirmed the identity of the young master who ran away from home. He must have had a reunion with his former friends when he went out today.

However, Xin Yuan looked at the pattern of a big Northeast padded jacket that he had drawn by himself.Crumple up the paper and throw it in the trash.Such a lovely person as You Qitong should be considered rare in the circle of aristocratic families. Do you have many rivals in love?

Xin Yuanqi absently watered the small potted plants at the entrance.

No, no, it shouldn't.

You Qitong's character may have been developed in such an environment, a little white flower, in order to cater to the flashy environment around her and prevent herself from being bullied, she disguised herself as a swinger.

Only in front of a stranger like myself can I dare to show my true nature.

Fantasizing that You Qitong is obviously scared, but still chatting and laughing with others in a feasting place, Xin Xixijing Yuan feels very distressed.

I will take him to eat skewers tonight, let him experience the ordinary and happy life of a small citizen.

Ah, too much water.

This pot of cactus will not be drowned.

At this time, in Xin Yuan's eyes, the little paint bucket, who pretended to be strong, tightly grasped the paper and pen from the studio, and stood nervously at the entrance of a nearby scenic spot.

Surrounded by painters with drawing boards, they are sketching for others. Some painters have a sign at their feet, which says 100 yuan per painting.

The little paint bucket spirit looked at their drawing boards, found a table, and put the paper and pens on it.

Sitting on the table was an old man wearing a long-sleeved Tang suit, smoking a pipe, and he didn't mind the heat.Leisurely watching a group of young people painting around.

"Well, do you need a self-portrait? I can paint it for you, and it only costs 10 yuan." The little paint bucket looked nervously at his first customer.

The thermos is 128, including postage 136.The small paint bucket has the final calculation, as long as I draw 14 people, I can buy it!

The old man froze for a moment, as if he was a little shocked that someone would solicit customers like that.But looking at the cute and well-behaved little paint bucket, the old man also became interested.

Now there are not many such obedient children.Thinking of my grandson, who actually gave me all kinds of frivolous sports cars during the holidays, it was really inappropriate.

It's only ten yuan, just treat it as money for a chat.

Seeing the old man nodding his head, the little paint bucket spirit immediately began to draw quickly.

Seeing his own appearance gradually appearing on the fine drawing paper in the small paint bucket, the grandfather thought to himself that this child is really a good painter.

The little paint bucket spirit is a goblin who pursues realism, so he relentlessly added wrinkles to the old man's painting.

The old man puffed the pipe in his mouth, and said, "Well, can you draw two less strokes."

Grandpa doesn't like to look in the mirror anymore. He combs his hair in the morning and looks at the beauty selfie screen.In the camera, there are no wrinkles on my face, and my complexion is good.

Looking at himself in the small paint bucket, the old man couldn't accept it, how could he be so old.

"Oh, okay." The customer is God, and the small paint bucket will not draw wrinkles on it honestly.

From this point of view, the wrinkle-free grandfather's face still looks a bit like Xin Yuan, the little paint bucket thought carefully.

The old man looked at Xin Yuan's painting with satisfaction, he was so beautiful.

The old man took out a red note from his pocket and put it on the table: "You did a good job, you deserve it."

The little paint bucket waved his hand nervously: "No, I can't paint well, so I can't charge more."

No matter what the old man said about the little paint bucket, he refused to charge more money. In the end, the old man could only sigh helplessly: "Then just wait for me."

Put down the harsh words and leave.

The little paint bucket waited obediently on the seat. After all, after the grandfather took away the red note, he still hadn't given him ten yuan yet.

After a while, the old man came back, followed by a group of fashionable old ladies, who were laughing and joking without attracting the attention of others.

"Little baby, don't you want to make money? We have 15 people here, a total of 150. It's done." The old man didn't have any pocket money, and he was worried about making money for the little paint bucket.

"Okay, thank you!" The little paint bucket man smiled sweetly, attracting a group of old ladies to surround him.

"Hey, why is this doll so cute, let grandma pinch her face." A grandma in a cheongsam stepped forward and grabbed the little paint bucket essence's face.

"It's so pitiful for the little baby at such a young age." An old woman didn't know what she was imagining, and looked at the little paint bucket with distress.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I don't have any family members when I come out to earn money by myself, otherwise why would no one bring some to him." The old lady on the side talked to her.

An old woman in a mink coat squeezed past a group of older sisters in summer: "Come on, let's draw for my grandmother first, good boy."

"Okay!" Little Paint Bucket nodded, he still remembered the old man's request just now, to make people look younger.

A group of old ladies looked at themselves in the painting with almost no wrinkles, and they were all very happy, and they called the little paint bucket spirit one by one.

Paint Bucket Jing also patiently chatted with a group of elderly people, and did not leave with the money until the sun was about to set.

A group of old men and old ladies looked at his back and praised the boy for being so good-looking, and they were willing to chat with a group of old ladies.The old man was forced to listen to a group of women talking all afternoon, and he only felt a pain in his head, and he stood aside with his hands behind his back, smoking a cigarette.

"Wait, old man Xin, look..."

The old lady in a cheongsam patted the old man on the back nervously, motioning him to look at the little paint bucket spirit who had just left.

"He has a shadow!"

Although the shape of the shadow is a bit strange, like a barrel.