The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Leng Qiudu's hand holding the charcoal pencil froze, he was stunned for a while, he closed his eyelids half-closed, only saw the shadows cast by two tufts of eyelashes, and said coldly, "As you like."

Shen Qingchuan has known Leng Qiudu for a long time, and he could not help shaking his head and laughing when he heard a hint of sourness, "If you care about this painting, I will come to your house tomorrow and ask you to draw ten or eight, in any pose you want It will be all right."

Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Keyu leaned over. She stole the limelight and enjoyed the compliments from the surroundings. She smiled and said in a thin voice, "Mr. Shen, what are you talking about? What are ten or eight pictures? Listen, I'm having fun too."

Although Chen Keyu had been paying attention to Shen Qingchuan just now, he didn't listen very carefully, and only picked up half a sentence to listen.

"We were talking about painting just now." There was a faint smile on the corner of Shen Qingchuan's mouth.

Chen Keyu had no interest in painting at all, she came to the studio to paint only to build a relationship with Shen Qingchuan, so she skipped this topic and said: "Master Shen, I have my birthday next month, I wonder if you are free What about your birthday party?"

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's embarrassed face, she looked at Leng Qiudu who was next to him. She knew that Leng Qiudu was Shen Qingchuan's friend. Qing Chuan was thinking about his friend's face, and said with a smile, "Is Mr. Leng also free? You don't need to prepare gifts, and you don't need to dress too well, just come and have a glass of wine."

Although Chen Keyu had good intentions and wanted to rescue Shen Qingchuan and Leng Qiudu, she didn't understand that even if Leng Qiudu accepted the invitation and wore the best robes, how could he be like them in suits and collars and foreign skirts? The rich and rich young lady in the clothes is different. If she goes there, she will only provoke jokes, but the few words she said are embarrassing.

Leng Qiudu continued to draw without raising his head, the brush rubbed against the paper, rustling, he uttered two words coldly, as if pouring out two ice cubes with coldness, he said, "No need."

Chen Keyu's face turned red and white, and her expression was uncertain. It was obvious that she was suppressing her temper. No one had ever rejected her so bluntly, let alone being humiliated in such a way in front of the person she admired.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Qingchuan was afraid that Miss Jiao would disregard the situation and start a scene, so he quickly opened his mouth to explain to Leng Qiudu, and said, "Miss Chen, don't get me wrong, my friend always talks like this, and he treats me the same way. In this way, other people are very nice, but they are not used to socializing, next month you will send a post to the Shen residence on your birthday, and I will definitely prepare a gift when the time comes."

He agreed to give the gift, but he had to give it in person. What he was thinking about just now was next month. After these days, Mr. Shen's attitude has softened a bit.

Shen's mother, Shen Yifan and the others took turns to persuade her during this time, and Shen Zhenfei also helped out with a few words.Shen Yifan said that Shen Qingchuan was young, and that Guan Boya was an innocent woman who just liked to dance, but never messed with other people and had no flirting relationship, so she could marry in and raise her slowly.

He also said that Shen Qingchuan is just being greedy now, if Guan Boya is not good, he can still file for divorce at some point, why bother father and son get angry and never see each other, it's not worth it.

Mr. Shen also made some sense in thinking about it. If Guan Boya left a man and a half woman for Shen Qingchuan, it would be like adding an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks to the family. There is no need to make their father and son quarrel. Send out the money and let Shen Qingchuan marry another one.

What Shen Qingchuan was thinking about just now was a good day next month. He wanted to take advantage of Mr. Shen's loose tone and get engaged to Miss Boya. He might not have time to attend Miss Chen's birthday party. If he got engaged, he would definitely bring Boya with him. The lady came to the door to bless.

Chen Keyu didn't know what Shen Qingchuan was thinking, she didn't want to leave an impression of being unreasonable in front of Shen Qingchuan, and the girls over there shouted again that they were going to have afternoon tea, and when Shen Qingchuan agreed, they went back to talking embarrassingly Said, "Then you must come."

Seeing Chen Keyu leaving with a group of people, without the chattering Miss Jiao, only three or four male students were left painting in the studio, and the whole space became quiet in an instant, with the breeze blowing in from outside the railing, blowing away the The rouge powder is mixed with the sweet and greasy smell of the perfume, and the air is also quite fresh.

The birds chirping on the willow branches, the rustling sound of brushes rubbing white paper in the room, and the breeze blowing in and blowing the paper crackled, like a lullaby playing on Shen Qingchuan's eyelids, he couldn't help it I yawned.

The owner of the studio, the boss, put a plaster statue he ordered from abroad on the table. Others had already started painting still lifes, and Leng Qiudu was still painting the painting of Shen Qingchuan posing before him.

Their position is relatively back, and they are not afraid of disturbing others when they speak.

Shen Qingchuan saw that Leng Qiudu restored almost every detail of every wrinkle, ninety percent, and couldn't help being amazed, and said, "Qiudu, do you have a camera in your head? I knew your I have a good memory, but I didn’t expect it to reach the level of photographic memory.”

"How is it? Master Leng, I gave you a painting."

There are traces of golden sunlight leaking through the bamboo curtain hanging on the railing, slipping into Shen Qingchuan's crooked eyes, as if there were pieces of gold swaying in it, white jade face, jackdaw hair, face With a playful smile, he tilted his head slightly, acting like a spoiled child, like a Persian cat wagging its fluffy tail in the sun, who can refuse such a beautiful young man.

In the studio, one or two male students noticed the movement on Shen Qingchuan's side, and couldn't help but look sideways frequently, envious of the good relationship between Leng Qiudu and Shen Qingchuan.

If Chen Keyu and those young misses were present, they might have surrounded Shen Qingchuan again.Who wouldn't like a young, beautiful, wealthy and talented nobleman? Instead of being arranged by the family to marry someone fat, skinny, ugly, being Shen Qingchuan's wife is the best choice.

Shen Qingchuan got close, and Leng Qiudu saw it clearly, and was momentarily dazzled by this appearance, and his soul was taken away.

It wasn't until his arm was shaken that he came back to his senses, Leng Qiudu said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "If you like it, I can draw hundreds or thousands of paintings every day, and you can give it to whoever you want."

After finishing the last touch, Leng Qiudu tore off the last piece of white tape that fixed the drawing paper, and handed the sketch to Shen Qingchuan. In the afternoon, Leng Qiudu came to be a model, and the owner of the studio invited him to go to the dressing room to change clothes. It was he and Shen Qingchuan who came to be models together, but it was a pity that Shen Qingchuan thought that the pose was too intimate, so he refused.

Shen Qingchuan rolled up the drawing paper carefully. He had nothing to do in the afternoon. Mr. Shen asked him to help take care of the family's property. Today was his last day in the studio, so he settled the bill with the studio boss.

Shen Qingchuan was not in a hurry to return to Shen's mansion. He first returned to Chunhua Street, gave the little girl who sold flowers two silver dollars, and told her that she could go to Shen's paper shop in two days. He found a job for her, and took Stamping paper with a large carved board in the palm of your hand. Although the salary is not high, it is better than selling flowers on the street.

Wandering in the street, Shen Qingchuan walked into a gold shop. The owner of the shop was full of joy, stepped forward to greet him, and said, "Mr. Shen, you are here. The master has already done it for you. Take a look."

Pushing aside a large red curtain tarpaulin and walking into the back workshop, a commoner teacher with gray hair and a braid falling down the back of his head was beating a piece of gold jewelry on an old wooden table with a small hammer with a flat head, Shen Qingchuan Taking a closer look, it looks like a flower hairpin with a few rubies on it as stamens. It should be a golden hairpin made by a lover in Bohai City for his sweetheart, or a new dowry for a bride-to-be in her boudoir. .

The room is only [-] square meters, and a few tables for storing objects and tools take up more than half of it. There are also a few large mahogany boxes that are locked. If a few more people come in, there is no place to turn around. It is incomparable.

However, don’t look at the small size of this gold shop, the master inside is the number one goldsmith in Bohai City. I heard that the previous generations still made gold ornaments for royal concubines, but it declined later, and now the craftsmanship is passed down. Yes, there is only one old master with a weird temper.

The old master never talked to people, but sometimes he would mutter a passage in his own room in the middle of the night, and others could not understand, but all the ornaments he made with his own hands were orphans, never If you don’t repeat the pattern, others will not be able to imitate his craftsmanship even if you dismantle the pattern. The shape can be imitated to seven or eight points, but there is always a lack of agility.

When the guests came in, the master chef didn't look up, and continued to do the work in silence.

The shop owner smiled and said to Shen Qingchuan with a smile on his face, "Young Master Shen, please forgive me, this old master has such a temper, the pair of rings you ordered have already been made."

After finishing speaking, the shop owner went to one of the mahogany boxes, opened it with a key, took out a small mahogany box, went to Shen Qingchuan to open it, and said with a smile, "Look, if you are not satisfied, the master is still here." It can be changed."

Shen Qingchuan picked up a ring, the lines were smooth, elegant and smooth, and the style was simple. Seeing his and Miss Boya's names engraved on the inside of the ring, his mouth was filled with joy. The name engraved on the inside is different.

Miss Boya often wears black lace half-cut gloves. Sometimes she feels that when Miss Boya smokes, her fingers holding the long tobacco rod are slender, but sometimes when he puts her hand on it to hold it, she feels thinner than his own. He was not sure about the size of Miss Boya's fingers.

He secretly prepared this ring, and opened it halfway without telling Miss Boya.

Shen Qingchuan was very satisfied, gave a bag of money, and walked out with the box of rings in his mouth. If he proposed to Miss Boya in advance, I don't know if he would agree.

作者有话要说：嘻嘻，是惊吓。感谢在2020-12-0423:50:31~2020-12-0519:59:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Boss Guan is the most fragrant! 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of soft stepmother;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!