Love Apartment: Returning to Zhuge Dali at the beginning

Chapter 1931 Portrait Painting

He is a wingman and he is proud!

What happened to being a wingman?Wingmen have power too!

"Actually, my biggest wish is to make my writings as long as I can, that is, to make my three hundred first Tang poems famous!"

"In a few years, I, Zhao Haitang, will also be famous in history!"

"At that time, "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "Three Hundred Tang Poems" will become famous all over the world..."

"In this way, even under the Nine Springs, you can rest in peace!"

While talking, Zhao Haitang nodded with deep emotion. While speaking, the sharp rays of light in his eyes flickered, and he looked very excited.

Put your hands together in front of you, and your eyes gradually become extremely firm!

"Oh……"

"Then I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill your last wish!"

"Uncle, I suddenly feel that you are too pitiful!"

"You are much more pitiful than that uncle!"

"Let me paint a portrait of you!"

The little girl Qianqian suddenly felt deeply moved, and immediately took out a pen and paper to draw.

Looking at the little girl Qianqian's eyes full of pity, Zhao Haitang suddenly felt that her dignity had been greatly trampled upon...

How can it be like this!

I... what did I do wrong?Do this to me?I'm having a hard time, okay?At this moment, the melon seeds in my head are about to burst!
"I...I don't need you to pity me..."

"Bah...how can I be pitiful?"

"I'm more pitiful than Lawyer Zhang?"

"Sissy, don't talk nonsense..."

Zhao Haitang fell into this vicious circle and couldn't get out. While talking, his eyes dodged unnaturally.

He said it indifferently on his mouth, but he felt quite touched in his heart.

"Shh...don't talk..."

"This is the state, keep it! Perfect!"

"Hey……"

"This is what shows the vivid tragic color of the characters..."

"Oh, by the way, you still want to write a book. Generally speaking, people who say that must not have any works to produce..."

"A little more color, ok, that's it..."

The little girl Sissy nodded with satisfaction, and then put the completed painting on the table.

Zhao Haitang originally didn't intend to look at anything more. He thought that children's families could draw good paintings?

But I couldn't help but leaned over to take a look...

"Sissy... this... what the hell is this?"

"A forest?"

"eagle?"

"And then thunderstorm weather?"

"Didn't you say you were going to paint a portrait of me?"

Zhao Haitang asked in bewilderment.

"This eagle is uncle!"

"Actually, this is an abstract painting..."

"This eagle has lost its claws, just like the uncle who is performing the wingman mission at the moment!"

"Thunderstorms are my uncle's grand plan. The sound is extremely loud, but in the end it will only make people feel pain and panic!"

"The eagle that has lost its claws wants to fly through the forest in a thunderstorm but has nowhere to stop..."

"Even if he is tired and tired, he can't find a tree to stop and rest, because he doesn't have two claws..."

"When I was extremely tired, I could only be wrapped up in a thunderstorm with a hurricane, and fell asleep with the help of the wind..."

"An eagle that has lost its claws can only land once in its life..."

"When the eagle that has lost its claws is about to rush to death, it will feel suddenly relaxed, because it can finally land!"

The little girl Sissy was talking, and then she conducted a comprehensive analysis of this abstract painting.

Eloquently said, deeply emotional.

(End of this chapter)