Wen Guo couldn't help but point to his hair.

Chen Qihuai looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Wen Guo whispered: "There are leaves."

Chen Qihuai stretched out his hand and really took out two leaves of the camphor tree. He smiled and put the leaves on the table: "Thank you for your reminder."

I am not very old, but I feel very experienced in exporting.

"Did you draw the cover of the Suiyuan Chronicle?"

Chen Qihuai took a sip of tea and asked Wen Guo.

Wen Guo nodded: "Well, I drew it."

"Are you studying under Teacher Mao Yiwen?"

"Yes."

Chen Qihuai was a little surprised: "Mr. Mao Yiwen and I are good friends. He stopped accepting disciples twenty years ago, you..."

After looking up and down, I can see that I am about twenty years old.

Wen Guo said seriously: "I am the closed disciple of Teacher Mao Yiwen."

Chen Qihuai's head: "So that's the case. Can you make a painting on the spot for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Chen, what kind of painting do you want?"

"Just draw me and my cat."

The sun was very warm, Shen Qihuai was wearing a blue and white navy short-sleeved shirt, with a pair of off-white pants from the old man and slippers on his feet, which was very lazy.

The white cat jumped onto his knees, his eyes were sky blue, and he was a very beautiful cat.

Wen Guo opened her painting tools, picked up the drawing board, and started painting.

It's very hot in summer, and the ceiling fan above your head is rotating evenly, round after round, and Wen Guo paints it carefully.

Director Xue leaned over and took a look, his face froze. What is this little girl drawing? Why didn’t she draw meticulous brushwork or ink painting?

Will this style be a bit difficult to get a good place? Will writer Shen look down on it?

He was very nervous, but Wen Guo had already painted it, so he could not interfere with Wen Guo's creation in front of Mr. Chen.

In half an hour, she finished painting.

Putting down the brush, she flipped the drawing board, and Director Xue's heart was raised to her throat.

He carefully observed Chen Qihuai's reaction. Chen Qihuai was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Wen Guo to draw a painting of this style.

Wen Guo painted comics, which have long been reflected in China. It was once called "caricature, harmonious painting, and funny painting". It is not a popular aesthetic painting style. At least to the extent of recognition, it is not as good as fine brushwork painting ink painting oil painting, etc.

That's why Director Xue was very worried that as a great writer, Chen Qihuai, could he like this comic style?

Chen Qihuai stood up and walked to Wen Guo. The strokes of the painting were simple, but they were also full of innocence. The comic style was under a camphor tree. A young man in a striped shirt was holding a cute white cat in his arms. There were bamboo poles on the side. Two leaves fell from the air, one between the boy's hair, and the sun shone.

spirit.

cute.

Not familiar with the world.

Time is quiet and peaceful.

Director Xue was relieved when he saw Chen Qihuai's smile appearing on his lips. Obviously, Wen Guo seemed to have found the right way to do this painting, and Mr. Chen seemed to like it very much.

Chen Qihuai finally laughed: "It's wonderful, it's wonderful. They have always been too high-quality and less common. The more they paint, the more advanced they are, the more they are, the less down-to-earth they are. This painting is good, very good, and it feels like returning to the essence."

Director Xue was completely relieved: "We Xiao Wen are good at ink and brushwork. She can also draw some comics. Mr. Chen, as long as you like them."

Chen Qihuai made a decision on the spot: "The next book will be printed by your printing factory for me."
Chapter completed!