Back Off, Let Me Come

"Really not?"

Touching his conscience, Shen Tang didn't believe it.

Faced with Shen Xiaolangjun's doubts, Qi Shan, who was originally expressionless, laughed directly. He pointed at the paintings held in Shen Tang's hands and said in a strange tone, "Shen Xiaolangjun thinks they can be painted in two or three strokes? Under the paper It’s another very tricky endgame…”

The implication is that Shen Tang thinks too highly of him.

Where does he have the time to stay up all night to catch up on painting, and he doesn't forget to spare a lot of time to solve the hidden mess on the drawing paper?

Shen Tang touched her nose and looked away with a guilty conscience - she couldn't be blamed for being suspicious, but it could only be blamed on Qi Shan having too many "criminal records", which caused her to have some "psychological shadow" - she abruptly changed the topic: "Yuanliang, should I take my paintings to the bookshop now?"

"Go ahead, go ahead." Qishan waved to her, keeping out of sight. When Shen Tang turned around, he stopped her again and warned, "Go and hand over the painting, and be careful on the way back. We still don't know the people behind the scenes and the people around us. If you have anything to do with the governor of Baojun, you need to be cautious."

It's best if you don't have a relationship, but you have to be careful if you have a relationship.

The water in Xiaocheng is deep, and one could accidentally step on the water and drown.

"I know, I know."

Shen Tang seemed to be amnesty, stepping on the wind, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Qishan couldn't lower his eyes and raised them again, and all he could see was the hem of her robe that had disappeared. He had no choice but to smile bitterly, shake his head, and turn around to go back to the house. Instead of catching up on sleep, he sat back in front of his desk.

There is a clean piece of paper spread out in front of the desk.

He suppressed the remaining relaxation, concentrated solemnly, raised his hands to gather his literary energy, and in the blink of an eye, his mind entered the mess.

In the mysterious realm where yin and yang intersect, the battlefield below is still fighting, the cities are hurting each other, and the black and white armies are in a stalemate. If you observe the battle situation carefully, it is currently the White Army that has a slight upper hand. As soon as Qi Shan appeared, the figure opposite raised his head and looked at him.

With a posture of praying for good deeds, he calmly raised his hem slightly and sat down.

He said quietly: "No one will disturb you, you and I will continue."

No one responded, only the man waved his fan, and the advantage that the White Army had finally regained was completely eliminated.

Qishan was not in a hurry, and calmly spoke a word. The white pieces condensed with the bottom of the sky, and the white army on the chessboard followed the instructions. When the black and white armies were killing each other, Shen Tang found the Zhengguang Bookshop yesterday on his motorcycle and shouted from all the way.

"Shopkeeper, I'm here to deliver."

She jumped off the motorcycle and threw the reins. Her motorcycle raised its neck and opened its mouth in tacit understanding, holding the rope accurately, and then leaned down to rest in the open space in front of the bookstore. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, resting his forehead on one hand and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Suddenly hearing Shen Tang shouting, his sleepiness flew away.

"Who, who?" The shopkeeper was startled, and when he saw the person clearly, he said in surprise, "Young lady, did you finish the work so quickly?"

Shen Tang felt a little guilty and responded vaguely: "Hmm..."

"Let me see how the painting goes."

The shopkeeper didn't believe it.

How detailed a painting can you create in just one night?

He had some understanding of the temper of the waiter at Yuehua Tower. He knew that this person was picky and would not be able to appreciate crudely made paintings.

When he slowly unfolded the painting, the figure in the painting grabbed all the attention at just one glance. For a while, he could no longer move his eyes away, and even his breathing slowed down unconsciously. On the drawing paper is a handsome but childlike young man, hiding alone among the flowers. The artist did not focus on depicting the boy's face, but used almost all the essence on the full and just right red lips, making people want to lean in and get closer.

The shopkeeper suddenly woke up and his old face turned slightly red.

He coughed in embarrassment and said, "Young lady is very good at painting!"

He has been in this business for so many years, and he has also received many high-priced orders for Goulanwashe. He has worked with painters ranging from 100 to 50, and many of them are classic works that are talked about - some are subtle and restrained, and some are passionate and unrestrained. . Either it's extremely fragrant and gorgeous, or it's extremely gaudy and gaudy. The painter can't wait to use all eighteen painting techniques to make the flowers colorful and charming.

Asking himself, there is nothing that can really make him lose his temper like this. He didn't expect that he would encounter it today.

He could hardly wait to open the second one. This painting also has the same style. It seems subtle and restrained, but if you look closely, you will find the lust beneath the calm surface. It is like there is a charming but not vulgar fairy hiding in the painting, who can enchant people with a smile.

The third picture is of two people.

One of them was still the young man, and the other was unrecognizable but tall and muscular. He was whispering ambiguously next to the young man's ear, almost holding the full earlobe of the young man in his mouth.

The fourth picture also shows two people, but they are a man and a woman. The woman's face is also unclear, her back is slender and well-proportioned. The young man is smiling and getting close to her. The ambiguous atmosphere almost breaks the paper and rushes towards her face.

The shopkeeper's Adam's apple rolled several times and he secretly wiped his sweat.

He didn't want to lose his composure in front of Shen Tang, so he had to pretend to be thirsty and drink tea, relying on the cold tea to suppress the irritation.

What a hell.

Thinking that he was engaged in this industry, he had never read the storybook or the secret play pictures of what caused the thunder to stir the earth. He thought that fire and water had long been invincible, but he did not expect to be made an exception by a few portraits that were hurriedly completed overnight. There was more and more sweat hanging on the shopkeeper's forehead, and his face turned red.

After he finished appreciating all the paintings, he let out a breath and was completely convinced - this is definitely a master of secret painting!

The shopkeeper blurted out.

"Have you ever considered publishing a collection of paintings, little lady?"

Business is absolutely booming, and the album is selling out in minutes!

He believed that once the paintings in his hands were published, the top names in Goulanwashe would probably go to great lengths to make an appointment, and there was no shortage of money!

Shen Tang shook his head: "Just do it once."

For such a young and energetic young man like Yuan Liang, it would be easy to be vain if he painted this kind of painting all day long. He doesn't look too healthy, so let's save it.

The shopkeeper was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and wanted to persuade him again.

Shen Tang interrupted him: "Actually, this is not a painting by me. I went back last night and painted half of it and my brother at home discovered it. He was furious and helped to write it. My brother is pedantic and would not agree to make a career out of this. These paintings, the shopkeeper satisfied?"

"Didn't you draw it?"

Shen Tang nodded calmly: "Well, does it matter?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while and said, "It's okay, it's fine if we can do business."

It's not about finding an artist by name to draw a picture, as long as the work is satisfactory, it doesn't matter who draws it.

It's just a pity that the collection of paintings can't be released.

The shopkeeper carefully collected the paintings and smiled in a good mood: "To be honest, I have read countless pictures in my life, and these are the most stunning ones. Even I am like this. I think the waiter will be satisfied with these. Painting will definitely help him raise his social status!"

"When will the shopkeeper deliver the painting?"

Shopkeeper: "What's wrong?"

Shen Tang smiled shyly: "That girl was born well, it's unforgettable, I think..."

He lowered his head shyly.

The shopkeeper understood what he heard and advised calmly: "Little lady, this...the people in this Goulanwashe, no matter how good they are, they should not be emotional...after all, they are all..."

He swallowed back the rest of his words.

That’s all for being a good family man.

But a coward who welcomes and delivers...

But this little lady won't listen, she's very ugly!