Chapter 197: Need more money
I must have been painting in class today, so the shopkeeper did not take us to the lobby, but arranged an extra box.
The private room was quiet. When Lian Xin, the maid, opened the door blankly, four painters had gathered in the room again.
When they saw me coming in, they couldn't help but cup their hands and said, "Girl."
"I heard that a beautiful woman asked us to come and paint, I don't know..."
Nowadays, being good at painting costs a lot of money, and all painters are more or less obsessed with it. Even the landscape painter who is not good at beauty is looking at me expectantly at this moment.
Thinking about it, they long for beauty more urgently than anyone else.
But I smiled slightly: "Why, isn't the girl next to me beautiful enough?"
The four painters looked at her silently, and then fell silent.
I couldn't help but want to laugh. Looking at Lian Xin again, the anger in her eyes was clearly visible.
very nice.
Seeing her unhappy makes me happy.
Bai Xuan also chuckled: "Yu Xin, you have really become a lot more narrow-minded."
How can I be conceited here? Look at the lantern swinging, it's obviously his crooked idea.
Unexpectedly, it hit the 7-inch mark of Lian Xin.
She is so proud and arrogant, and now it is quite interesting to crush her pride before God.
I asked politely: "Painter, do you dare to ask what is so beautiful about this girl that you don't like?"
But the landscape painter let out a long sigh and spoke straightforwardly: "Girl, if you ask me to paint you, I will praise you first."
"But with a jewel like you in front of me, why would you want us to draw a fish-eye bead? Such a beauty..."
When he said the word "beauty", it was extremely difficult for him to enunciate the word. At this moment, he only turned his head in pain and said: "I'm sorry for my incompetence, but I can't draw the charm."
Looking at the second person, he is good at painting beauties, but at this moment, when he glanced at the lotus heart, he turned his head away in pain.
After thinking for a while, he came back and said, "Girl, you can paint, but... you have to pay more."
Xiaolian burst into laughter when no one could see her. The laughter was so wild that Lianxin heard it.
Although she couldn't move her body, her cheek muscles could not help but twitch at this moment.
I managed not to laugh out loud, looking at the lantern held by Lian Xin, the tassels of the lantern below were about to swing into the sky.
Fortunately, the painters were not paying attention, so they didn't notice anything unusual.
Look at the third painter again. He is the one who is good at painting all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, pearls, jade and precious stones.
At this moment, he looked at Lian Xin, took a serious look at her hair, neck and hands, and finally said in deep thought: "Girl, if I were to paint her, it would be fine. I can only say...even a salt-free girl is qualified to wear gold."
I shouldn't look down on silver jewelry."
Good guy!
No matter how much she was, Lian Xin was a beautiful maidservant. Otherwise, how could she have the courage to confess her true feelings to Mr. Zhou?
But now, leaving aside the humiliation of her by the previous two painters, this one actually even said the metaphor of a salt-free girl!
Isn't that the case?
Looking at the fourth painter, this painter is the most unique, and I listened to his speech more carefully.
I saw him glance at Lian Xin, and then quickly turned his head: "Girl, beauty is in the bones, not the skin. The beauty you mentioned is delicate on the surface, but I can't touch her in the slightest."
"That's all, shall we continue painting as originally planned?"
I'm overjoyed.
At this moment, I just looked at the painter: "Do you think there is something about her that is not beautiful enough?"
But the painter avoided his eyes, as if looking at Lian Xin too much would hurt his eyes, and only whispered: "I feel uncomfortable looking at her. This is my problem and has nothing to do with this girl."
He is quite perceptive.
It seems that even after reincarnation, this spirituality has not disappeared.
Look at the jewelry artist again: "Are you looking at what's not beautiful about her?"
Chapter completed!