"But what if what he said is true?" Zhu Qi asked.

"How could he tell the truth? People like him will not pay for their lives unless they lie to others."

"No matter how bad Jiang Jingtong is, it still doesn't prove that he never tells the truth? Who is born to only tell lies and never tell the truth? Sometimes, it's just forced by circumstances..."

Yu Jingqi glared at him: "Whose side are you on?"

"Uh... over there is the truth!" Zhu Qi, who was stared at, touched his nose innocently.

——Why does this Yu Jingqi dislike hearing the "truth" from others so much?

Yu Jingqi: I really don’t like him!

Every time they met, they would always quarrel, and Yan and An couldn't help it.

Although he also felt that what Zhu Qi said was reasonable, he was afraid that Yu Jingqi would say that he was partial again, so he did not interrupt.

As "Thank you for your patronage", "Twelve Zodiac Signs" became more and more popular, and Yanhe An and Zhu Qi became more and more famous.

It's unclear whether these people really like the joint work of Yan Hean and Zhu Qi, or whether they just want to "flatten" Qin Zhizhou. Anyway, they are really popular in Luanzhou this time.

There was even a literati who wrote a "Miscellaneous Note" specifically about this matter, calling it a masterpiece of fine painting that "created a new school of painting", unique and eclectic.

All kinds of flattering words made Zhu Qi blush a little.

"He'an, tell me, why do they praise me so much?" Zhu Qi said sheepishly, "My paintings are not as good as my husband..."

Yan and An smiled softly and said, "Who said that? Don't you think the things you drew are particularly spiritual? Just like you, they are innocent, cute, simple and pure."

Zhu Qi asked with a question mark on his face: "But that painting method was taught by my mother, who doesn't know how to draw at all..."

Ye Yuran originally asked Zhu Qi to draw something like this. To put it bluntly, she felt that the pattern painted by the original owner could not be used, and she wanted Zhu Bamei, Lin Sanmei, and Lin Simei to continue to hone their "embroidery skills."

I had no choice but to find Zhu Qi and teach him this kind of "Q version" picture.

Although Zhu Qi can't draw that kind of complex realism, little things like this that are a bit cute and cute can outline their most "innocent" side with just a few random strokes.

Perhaps, this is also related to his character - innocent and pure!

With the same simple line drawing, what he draws has an indescribable charm than others.

This is just one of them, and the other is that it's just a "coincidence" - no matter how good your painting is, if no one praises it and no one builds momentum, it will just be "a good painting" in the end.

If you want to be famous, you not only need to be "good at painting", but you also need to be lucky - someone is willing to tout it.

Ye Yuran originally said "Thank you for your patronage" at the front, so that those rough guys would not get upset because they drew such lottery tickets. Unexpectedly, there were actually people who "know the goods", and it became somewhat popular.

If it was just like this, forget it. Later, Yu Jingqi made a bet with people from Zhou Xue and showed off everywhere, which added a lot of "salary". Later, the "Twelve Zodiac Signs" fell into the hands of Qin Zhizhou, and those who wanted to

Those who pat him on the back are particularly boastful...

Times create heroes, and sometimes they also create some "celebrities".

"Anyway, everyone thinks you're good at painting. Why do you think so much?" Yan and An didn't explain all these things to him, fearing that even if they did, Zhu Qi's simple mind wouldn't be able to understand them. He said with a smile, "

If you feel that you are not worthy of your name, just practice painting more in the future. You have to believe in your own strength."

Zhu Qi: "..."

——But I really don’t draw anything like Mr.

Zhu Qi thought too much. The important point was not what he painted, but what everyone thought he painted.

His husband, Mr. Xu, soon learned about this from others. He asked Zhu Qi to draw a picture for him on the spot.

Zhu Qi felt a little guilty, but he could only force his scalp.

After finishing the painting, he said carefully: "Sir, actually, my painting is not as good as everyone said..."

Mr. Xu looked down at his painting, which was a little mouse trembling with fear.

It is different from the shameless mice in the stinking ditch. The painting is cute, like a "child" who stole candy and was caught. It makes people feel soft.

Mr. Xu smiled: "Is this the rat in the twelve zodiac signs you drew?"

"It's different. The mouse is wearing red clothes, which is more festive." Zhu Qi glanced at it and was a little annoyed: Really, why did he draw the mouse like this?

——If you want to draw, you should also draw the ones from the “Twelve Zodiac Signs”, it’s so festive!

Mr. Xu seemed to understand the expression on his face and asked: "Am I that scary?"

"No." Zhu Qi quickly denied.

"If not, then why did you draw this little mouse like this?" Mr. Xu pointed at the mouse and said, "It should be a reflection of your innermost feelings now, right?"

Zhu Qi was shocked: "..."

——How do you know, sir?!

"I kind of understand why they praise the twelve zodiac signs you drew so much," Mr. Xu didn't need his answer at first, and continued, "It's really cute when you draw it like this. I didn't notice it before.

It turns out that your calligraphy and painting works are quite good..."

"No...wrong?!" Why did he feel that his husband was joking with him?

Zhu Qi couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Mr. Xu's paintings hanging on the wall.

——That is the real masterpiece, right?

"Since you are good at painting, I will give you an assignment."

Zhu Qi was shocked: No, sir...

It's a pity that he doesn't have the right to refuse.

When they returned home in the evening, Yan and An saw his depressed expression and looked puzzled.

"What's wrong with you? Did your husband scold you today?"

Zhu Qiying said weakly: "No."

"No, why do you look like this?"

"He didn't scold me, but it was more terrifying than not scolding me..." Balabala, Zhu Qi told him what Mr. Xu wanted him to do.

Yan and An were startled, but they immediately reacted: "This is a good thing, Shunde, have you misunderstood Mr.'s matter?"

"Ah, good thing?"

"Yes, a good thing," Yan Hean said, "Look, if Mr. really wanted to 'punish' you, he would definitely say so. But he didn't. Instead, he asked you to go back and make a picture album. No matter what

Whether it is poetry, poetry, or prose travel notes, it must be useful..."

At this point, he paused and said, "With Mr. Xu's wisdom, he must have a big plan."

As the last "closed disciple" of Mr. Xu, Yan and Anke didn't think that Mr. Xu would destroy his own brand like this and put himself at risk for the rest of the year.

It's just that for the moment, he couldn't think clearly about Mr. Xu's intention.

"Really?" Zhu Qi raised his head and asked him, "You didn't lie to me?"

Yan Hean shook his head: "Why did I lie to you? You have been your teacher for so long, Mr. Xu. When has he ever 'punished' you?"

Without thinking, Zhu Qiyi said sternly: "Yes, last time he punished me for copying books."

Yan Hean: "..."
Chapter completed!