The paranoid actor sprinkles sugar every day

[I didn’t expect that I envied my aunt for a day. I feel that the three views of my aunt’s words are so upright. I don’t have the old ideas that most people in rural areas have. I like my aunt. (Only represents personal opinion, don't argue, you are right.)]

[40 Huahua looks really good, Brother Fang is always staring at 40, they didn't order anything, I ate the director. 】

[Every night in the same room, I have to turn off the camera, woo woo woo, if the content is paid to be visible, please don't pity my eyes, I can watch anything! 】

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Jiang Silin draws very fast.

A brightly colored and vivid portrait is produced.

"Auntie, are you satisfied after looking at it?"

Auntie was overjoyed, and she hurriedly set off: "My back hurts from sitting here, come on, Auntie has a look."

When she saw herself in the painting, she showed a surprised expression.

"Hey, the young man's painting is really good. Auntie likes this. It's worth the money."

Jiang Silin lowered his head shyly, "Thank you."

He rarely gives paintings to others, but it is indeed a happy thing that no one can resist to be praised by others.

Immediately, he heard his aunt's words change: "But... this painting is not as good as that one."

that painting?

Jiang Silin looked along where his aunt pointed.

Suddenly, his handsome face turned red, and he coughed twice.

That painting was He Xiaofang painted by him.

The aunt seemed to have seen through everything, and said: "You draw this young man so vividly, like a master, amazing!"

"Auntie still has something to do, so I'll go back first, bye!"

Jiang Silin nodded dully and waved, "Goodbye."

He Xiaofang did the same, with a pair of eyes secretly aiming at Jiang Silin, "Goodbye, auntie."

He is naturally the best-looking in Si Lin's painting.

After all, I have practiced for many years.

Si Lin said it himself.

He knows every inch of him.

It's a pity, and I don't know when it will be more than an inch in the end, and when he will be able to make it clear.

He Xiaofang mentioned the meat and vegetables he got in exchange: "Now that we have these, do we still need to continue painting?"

Jiang Silin looked at the sky, and replied: "Draw... It's still early, so I can eat more tomorrow."

He Xiaofang was a little disappointed: "I still thought it was so lively, you can take me for a stroll, since you are so busy...then there is nothing I can do."

Jiang Silin glanced at He Xiaofang in horror.

"Are you pretending to be addicted?"

How did he hear the feeling of grievance from these words?

Simply poisonous.

He Xiaofang frowned suspiciously: "Huh?"

Jiang Silin felt that this kind of brother Fang was actually pretty good.

He pretended to be helpless and said: "If you want to play, we have to have money to play."

He Xiaofang wanted to say that he actually secretly hid some private money so that the program crew did not take it away.

But when he saw Jiang Silin picking up the drawing board again, and his eyes showed enthusiasm, he couldn't bear to say it again.

This is Jiang Silin's drive to support him.

It's hard to see, maybe next time it won't be there.

Thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

He stretched out his right hand, hugged Jiang Silin's shoulder, and bumped him lightly from the side.

"Then Lin Linjin is mainly painting, I can wait for you here as long as I want."

Jiang Silin laughed angrily, and ignored this childish ghost.

He raised his head and yelled: "Is there anyone else who wants to draw? Just give me some food."