Chapter 1415 Handsome Mixed-Race Guy

After all, we are in Dongchen Country, so pure Asian faces are relatively rare.

When I saw an old Asian lady wearing a navy blue cotton skirt painting, and a young girl with a youthful face acting as a model in front, it quickly attracted many foreigners to watch and stop.

Those people gathered around Grandma Zhao Wanqin, looking down at the painting while raising their eyes and smiling at Ye Linlang from time to time.

When the foreigner looked at Ye Linlang, his face was filled with a warm smile.

Even without speaking, Ye Linlang could feel the admiration and wonder in those people's eyes.

…

Ye Linlang rarely encounters such battles.

Especially when those people's eyes are full of admiration.

Such admiring eyes were something Ye Linlang had never seen before.

She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and almost wanted to put her hands in her hands.

It was Grandma Zhao Wanqin who flew over with a dagger.

"Don't move! Keep the posture you just had, looking sideways at the clouds."

Ye Linlang's face couldn't help but turn a little red.

Ahem, someone with stage fright like her is really not suitable to be a good model.

I feel like posing here is better than performing a play in front of a large audience!

At least I can comfort myself, those are all required by the script!

…

Ye Linlang felt her legs were a little sore as she stood.

Just when she was almost unable to hold on any longer, Grandma Zhao Wanqin waved to Ye Linlang.

"Linlang, come here, the painting is done!"

Ye Linlang hurriedly came over.

Those foreign friends were kind enough to make way for her.

Ye Linlang looked at the wet paint on the drawing board and couldn't help but marvel.

The girl in this painting is actually me? !

…

I saw the blue and white clouds in the sky painted on the brand new paper covered with oil paint.

The girl slowly stood up, standing on the edge of the bridge, holding the bridge railing with one hand, only showing a small side of her face, looking into the distance near the bridge, her expression was majestic and profound.

Because of her half-hidden figure with her pipa in her arms, it feels like it embodies a quiet and peaceful afternoon scene.

It makes people feel at peace unconsciously.

…

Ye Linlang opened her mouth wide, looking a little unbelievable.

"Is this painting of me?"

"if not?"

Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes at Ye Linlang.

She took out a seal and stamped it with the three characters Zhao Wanqin in Xiaozhuan. After stamping it, she asked Ye Linlang.

"Linlang, does your handwriting look good? If it's good, you can inscribe this painting."

"ah?--"

Ye Linlang pursed his lips, and suddenly realized how important it was to have good-looking handwriting!

It can actually have such a function!

Ye Linlang was speechless, her face turned red and her tone was a little awkward.

"Well... my handwriting is not very good. Although I have practiced it for a while, it is just neat at the moment."

It would be great if Jiang Qiran was here.

Jiang Qiran's writing style is generous and unrestrained, making people unforgettable at first sight.

When Ye Linlang was first amazed by Jiang Qiran, it was not Jiang Qiran's perfect facial features, but the young man's graceful inscription of "Jiang Qiran" on the blackboard.

That turn, coupled with the handsome handwriting behind it, really has a movie-like quality.

…

Zhao Wanqin stood up and frowned.

"Okay, then I will write it myself. As I get older, I feel that my calligraphy has also deteriorated."

Mrs. Zhao found the inscription pen from the other side and carefully wrote a short poem "Fragment" by Bian Zhilin on it, excerpting only one sentence.

——You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

In fact, if the bright moon in the following poem was changed to clouds, Mrs. Zhao thought it would be very applicable, but after thinking about it, she decided not to do it.

——The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people’s dreams.

Zhao Wanqin raised her eyes and glanced at Ye Linlang, who was obsessed with paintings, and felt a little sigh in her heart.

I wonder whose dream the girl in the painting is decorating at this time?

…

After Zhao Wanqin finished writing that line, she was ready to close the stall and go home.

She came to the art gallery not to sell paintings, but to seek inspiration.

A wandering artist liked Zhao Wanqin's painting style and started chatting with her in English.

After Ye Linlang received Zhao Wanqin's instructions, she immediately immersed herself in helping her pack the painting box.

At this moment, a young man with a mixture of Asian and European facial features came forward.

The other person is obviously a mixed race, with short flaxen hair and extremely deep outlines. However, his eyes are standard deer eyes, with large pupils with clear black and white, and he looks innocent and harmless.

"Hello, can you sell me this painting?"

The other party's Chinese is not particularly fluent.

It has a strange tune, but the sound is very nice.

As the young man spoke, he stretched out his hand to stop Ye Linlang.

It was obviously a rude move, because his handsome and flattering face, coupled with his big smile, made it impossible for people to be angry.

…

Ye Linlang raised her eyes and looked at this beautiful mixed-race child.

The other person was wearing a light gray shirt and a pair of black wide-leg pants. He had a smart and lovable temperament.

Ye Linlang frowned slightly.

"Sorry, you have to ask the author."

Ye Linlang said, pointing at Zhao Waqin who was chatting with the foreign wandering artist next to her.

The mixed-race young man stared directly at Ye Linlang, with a handsome face and a smile.

"It seems the author is busy now."

He shrugged as he spoke, pointing with interest to the painting where the ink was still wet.

"Are you from Kyushu?"

"It seems that it is not the holiday time in China. Are you a student coming to study in Dongchen Country? I just saw you modeling for that old lady. Are you interested in joining one of our Asian student exchange meetings?"

Ye Linlang didn't expect the other party to be so familiar with him.

She looked at the other person's mixed-race appearance with a high nose and deep eyes, and smiled politely.

"Not interested, thank you."

…

Ye Linlang previously thought that Dongchen's unrestrained national style was a good thing, but she didn't expect that the mixed-race guy would actually get involved with her.

The other person stretched out his hand and smiled kindly with a pair of deer eyes.

"Then make a friend. My name is Shangguan Luo. My father is from the Kyushu Kingdom. I wonder what your name is?"

"..."

Ye Linlang looked at the other person's outstretched hand. After a lot of tangles, he finally reached out and shook the hand of the mixed-race man who called himself Shangguan Luo.

"Ye Linlang, leaves of leaves, dazzling array of leaves."

The opponent's palm is dry and strong.

After Ye Linlang introduced herself, she quickly pulled her hand back.

Over there, Zhao Wanqin also ended her communication with the foreign wandering artist.

Grandma Zhao Wanqin looked at the mixed-race brother next to Ye Linlang with some surprise.

"Hey, who is this?"

Without waiting for Shangguan Luo to introduce himself, Ye Linlang hurriedly began to express his intention for him.

"Grandma Zhao, this is Shangguan Luo. He wants to buy your painting, the one with the clouds just now."