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Chapter 589 Fishing is worse than falling in love (3)

It is better to start with the dream of the original owner first.

It's the first half of the junior year, and the students who prepared early have already started thinking about the postgraduate entrance examination, especially in T University, which has always had a good academic style.

When Qing Zhou returned to the dormitory, the other three roommates in the dormitory were not there, probably studying in the library.

She randomly placed the bag on the original owner's place, and then turned on the original owner's computer—this is the most valuable item among all the original owner's items. It cost 5000 yuan, and she bought it after saving for three full months. .

She usually uses this to draw, and there are some of her previous drawings in it.

Qing Zhou casually opened a few sketches to understand the current painting level of the original owner.

After all, I haven't learned painting systematically and professionally, and some of the original owner's works are still somewhat lacking in human body proportions, but they generally don't make people feel uncomfortable.

Her style of painting is very unique, her use of color is bold but inexplicably somewhat gentle.

Qing Zhou tried to draw a few strokes on the board according to the feeling in his memory——

Sure enough, painting is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Qing Zhou looked at the messy lines on the screen expressionlessly.

A person who is very good at painting will be able to do it by hand if he doesn't paint for a long time, let alone someone like Qing Zhou who has never touched painting. Now she is drawing entirely by the muscle memory and instinct of the original owner. The effect... can only be drawn. Said it was average.

But it's not that unsightly.

At least Qingzhou is quite hopeful about this matter. While she was painting, she asked Wu Qi to check the current situation in the original owner's house, so that it would be easier to make future plans.

The original owner used to receive some private manuscripts to earn money. She painted well and had a high degree of completion. However, due to study and part-time work, there is not much time left for painting, so usually she can only paint about one painting a week.

Earn three or four hundred.

The question is, with Qing Zhou's current level, if he accepts the manuscript like the original owner, will the other party feel that he has been deceived?

Eighty percent yes.

Qing Zhou has always been very self-aware.

She turned to consider another method——soliciting manuscripts can be said to be available for appointments, which opened a door to a new world for Qing Zhou, not only manuscripts for paintings, but also special articles, Music, and even clay figures.

Among other things, she can try music.

Qing Zhou posted a post on the social platform according to the original owner's memory, but after a long time, someone left a message.

[Salted Fish and Lemon]: Isn't Boss Xia Xia a painter?Why did you start picking up music www? Is this the all-round boss?
[Injection hurts]: Ask about the price and is there any sample song?

Qing Zhou glanced at her and didn't reply, so someone chatted with her privately.

[Cang Lan]: Boss, I'm here to make an appointment with you!
This Cang Lan is one of the loyal fans of the original owner. She has asked the original owner many times for manuscripts, and she is also very rich, so she casually quoted more than 200—you know, the original owner’s drawings are usually only more than 300.

Although the price was low for Qing Zhou, she was not picky, and sent a request form to the opposite party with a blank expression.

[Xia er]: Okay, fill out the form, the more detailed the better.

Cang Lan on the other side of the phone feels that something is wrong. The boss Xia Xia she meets on weekdays is a very cute little girl who rarely communicates without a small expression, but now she——Cang Lan's eyes are There was a pause above the regular full stop.

It always feels weird.

Have an illusion of communicating with the taciturn and serious dean of the teaching department in high school?
(End of this chapter)