Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 41 041: This is a master (Part 1)

   "Really not?"

   Touching his conscience, Shen Tang didn't believe it.

Facing Mr. Shen Xiaolang's doubts, Qi Shan, who was originally expressionless, smiled directly. He pointed to the painting that Shen Tang was holding in his hand, with a strange expression: "Mr. It's quite a tricky endgame..."

  The implication is that Shen Tang thinks too highly of him.

  Where does he have the time to stay up all night to catch up on painting, and he didn't forget to spare a lot of time to solve the hidden mess on the drawing paper?

Shen Tang rubbed her nose embarrassingly, and looked away with guilt—she couldn’t be blamed for being suspicious, but Qishan had too many “convict records”, which made her somewhat “psychologically shadowed”—she abruptly changed the subject: “Yuan Liang, I'm going to take the painting to the bookstore for business now?"

"Go, go." Qishan waved at her, out of sight, and when Shen Tang turned around, he stopped the person again, and told him, "You go to hand in the painting, and be careful on the way back. I don't know the people behind the scenes and the four It has nothing to do with the prefect of Baojun, you need to be cautious."

   It’s best if you don’t have a relationship, but if you have a relationship, you have to be careful.

  The water in Xiaocheng is deep, and if you are not careful, you may step on the air and drown.

   "I know, I know."

  Shen Tang seemed to have received an amnesty, as if stepping on the wind, she ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye, praying for good but only lowered her eyes and then raised her eyes, leaving only the corner of her disappearing robe in sight. He could only smile wryly and shook his head, then turned and went back to the house. Instead of catching up on sleep, he sat back in front of the desk.

  A clean piece of paper was spread out in front of the desk.

  He restrained the remaining relaxation, concentrated his attention and solemnity, raised his hand to gather his literary energy, and in the blink of an eye, his mind entered the endgame.

  In a mysterious realm where yin and yang intertwine, the fighting on the battlefield is still underfoot, the city is hurting each other, and the black and white armies are at a stalemate. If you observe the battle situation carefully, it is currently the White Army that has the slight upper hand. As soon as Qishan appeared, the figure on the opposite side raised his head and looked at him.

  Pray for goodness and calmly slightly lift the hem, and sit down.

   said quietly: "No one disturbs, you and I continue."

  No one answered, only the man waved his fan and dropped his hand, eliminating the advantage that the White Army had finally regained.

  Qi Shan was not in a hurry, and said a word calmly, the white pieces gathered under the sky, and the white army on the chessboard obeyed the instructions. When the black and white armies were killing each other, Shen Tang rode a motorcycle to find the Zhengguang Bookstore from yesterday, and shouted from a long distance.

   "Shopkeeper, I'm here to deal with business."

  She jumped off the back of the motorcycle and threw out the reins. Her motorcycle raised its neck and opened its mouth tacitly, grasped the rope precisely, and bent down to rest in the open space in front of the bookstore. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, resting his forehead with one hand, squinting his eyes.

  Suddenly hearing Shen Tang yelling, he was completely drowsy.

   "Who, who?" The shopkeeper was taken aback, saw the appearance of the person, and asked in surprise, "Little lady finished the work so quickly?"

  Shen Tang was a little guilty, and replied vaguely: "Mmm..."

   "Let me see how the drawing is done."

  The shopkeeper didn't believe it.

  How detailed can you draw in just one night?

  He somewhat understands the temperament of the young man in Yuehua Building, he knows that this person is picky, and the crudely made paintings can't catch the eye.

  When he unfolded the painting slowly, the person in the painting grabbed all his eyes with just one glance. He couldn't move his eyes away for a while, and even his breathing slowed unconsciously. On the drawing paper is a handsome and childish boy, he is hiding in the flowers alone. The painter didn't focus on portraying the boy's face, but used almost all the essence on the plump and just right red lips, which made people want to lean over and get close.

  The shopkeeper suddenly woke up, his old face flushed slightly.

  Coughed lightly in embarrassment: "The little lady is very good at painting!"

  He has been in this industry for so many years, and he has also received many high-priced orders from Goulan Washe. There are as many as 50 painters who have received jobs, and there are many classic works that are talked about—some are reserved, some are passionate and unrestrained. Either it is extremely fragrant [yan], or it is extremely gorgeous [vulgar], the painter can't wait to use all eighteen painting skills, the flowers are full of flowers, and the charm is attractive.

  Ask yourself, what can really make him lose his composure like this is none of them. I didn't expect him to come across it today.

  He could hardly wait to open the second one. This painting is also in the same style, it seems reserved and introverted, but if you think carefully, you will find the desire under the calm surface, as if there is a seductive but not vulgar fairy hiding in the painting, who can seduce people with a frown and a smile.

   The third picture is two people.

  One of them was still the young man, and the other was unrecognizable, but tall and strong, whispering ambiguously next to the young man's ear, almost holding the full earlobe of the young man in his mouth.

  The fourth picture is also two people, but it is a man and a woman. The woman is also unclear, with a slender and well-proportioned back.

  The shopkeeper rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and secretly wiped his sweat.

   It's not easy to lose your composure in front of Shen Tang, so you can only pretend to be thirsty and drink tea, and rely on the cold tea to suppress the anger.

   I really saw the devil.

  Thought he was engaged in this industry, he hadn’t read the storybook or the secret play pictures, and thought that the water and fire had long been invincible, but he didn’t expect to be made an exception by a few portraits that were hurriedly completed overnight. The shopkeeper's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his face was flushed.

  After he finished appreciating all the paintings, he exhaled a foul breath and was completely convinced—this is definitely a master of secret drama pictures!

  The shopkeeper blurted out.

   "Have you thought about making a painting collection, little lady?"

  The business is absolutely booming, and the art collection sells out in minutes!

  He believed that once the paintings in his hand were published, those top cards in Goulan Washe would probably break the scalp to make an appointment, not bad for money!

  Shen Tang shook his head: "Just do this once."

  Yuanliang is such a young and energetic young man, it is easy to be empty when he paints this kind of painting all day long. He doesn't look too healthy, so let's save it.

  The shopkeeper was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and wanted to persuade him again.

Shen Tang interrupted him: "Actually, I didn't draw this. Last night when I went back to draw half a picture, my brother at home found him. He got angry and helped to write it. My brother has a pedantic personality and would not agree to make it a career. These paintings, shopkeeper satisfied?"

   "Didn't you draw it?"

  Shen Tang nodded calmly: "Well, does it matter?"

  The shopkeeper thought for a while: "It's okay, as long as I can do business."

   It’s not about finding an artist by name to draw a picture, as long as the work is satisfactory, it doesn’t matter who draws it.

   It's just a pity that the art book can't be released.

The shopkeeper put away the paintings with great care, and smiled with a good mood: "To be honest, I have read countless pictures in my life, and these are the most amazing ones. Even I am like this, and I think the girl will be satisfied with these. Painting will definitely help him raise his social status!"

   "When will the shopkeeper deliver the painting?"

   Shopkeeper: "What's wrong?"

  Shen Tang smiled shyly: "That girl was born well, it's unforgettable, I think..."

   Said shyly lowered his head.

  The shopkeeper understood, and persuaded: "Little lady, this... the people in this Goulan house, no matter how good they are, they can't be emotional... After all, they are all..."

  He swallowed the rest of the words.

  Liangjiazi is fine.

   But a welcome and send off...

  However, this little lady will not listen, she is very handsome!

  (end of this chapter)