"I have to say that the quality of the girl in the brothel in Yongcheng can rank among the top three in the cities I have been to, especially the hidden girl in the blue and white garden. She is as pretty as peaches in the three springs and as pure as chrysanthemums in the nine autumns. If I hadn't had the talent for cultivation, I would have wanted to bring it back to the Sanyin Gate."

Tong Qingchuan talked about his experience of eating, drinking and having fun in local brothels these days, focusing on commenting on the appearance, talent and charm of the girls in each yard.

Jiang Yunhe felt that this guy was probably here to show off.

Oh, brothels, boring places.

Do you want to write a letter of complaint to the Zhuo family of Xingxiang Zong and let them accept the monster Mengmeng?

Jiang Yunhe fell into deep thought.

A little moved.

How to write a report letter...? You can't say that the dream girl uses a sheep mirror against an innocent passerby man, right?

If the Zhuo family knew the whole story... they might not have beaten themselves to death.

But it will definitely make trouble to the master.

If that's the case, it's going to be troublesome.

Seeing that Jiang Yunhe was obviously distracted, Tong Qingchuan smiled.

Finally got a game back.

Isn’t it just Zhiyue, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhuo Rumeng, I’m not so sad at all.

I can go to brothels, can you?

There are thousands of flowers in the world, and I can be a gardener every night.

In some aspects, Tong Qingchuan and Jiang Yunhe are indeed in a similar way.

Although some people hope to find someone they love to grow old together, some people like to linger in the flowers and not stop because of every flower and tree.

After all, love is just a moment of impulse, and after the tide rises, it is a tide flowing.

Only Nozi is eternal.

Jiang Yunhe was just lost his mind for a moment and came back to his senses. The report letter was not easy to operate. He did not expect that there was an excuse that the Zhuo family would not implicate him even if they brought Zhuo Rumeng back.

Ignoring Tong Qingchuan, who was showing off, Jiang Yunhe continued to focus on the painting in front of him. On it was a woman sitting sideways on the roof, with a graceful figure and sitting there as if she was dazed.

However, the woman's face was blank.

Jiang Yunhe took the pen and thought for a long time, and his faces appeared in front of him. After a moment, he put down the pen and walked aside to wash his hands.

He felt that his painting skills had improved very quickly. After all, monks' control over themselves is not comparable to ordinary people. He also has good artistic aesthetics and composition skills. When learning to draw, he can no longer describe it simply by using twice the result with half the effort.

Tong Qingchuan left with a smile before he stayed for a long time and continued his journey of flower recognition.

Jiang Yunhe flashed outside, walked on the street with his hands behind his back, listening to the voices of pedestrians and the aroma of food coming everywhere, and feeling relaxed.

I don’t know how long it took, Jiang Yunhe noticed a girl of sixteen or seventeen sitting by the river wiping her tears.

I didn't care at first, but I wanted to pass by after glance, but I stopped.

He's seen this girl.

It was the girl who saw her when she was walking with Zhuo Rumeng on the rainy day and didn't even notice her tail exposed while walking.

Judging from the piece of tail exposed under the skirt that day, it should be from the feline or canine family.

The color is a fiery red color, and it may be a fox.

Jiang Yunhe has always had great kindness to this girl with furry ears and tail. With a spirit of helping others, Jiang Yunhe walked to the girl and began to take out things from her bag.

A wooden board was used as a painting board, followed by a pen, ink, paper and ink. After all, I found an angle and then said to myself: "Perfect."

Grind ink and start drawing.

Although it was almost dark, it had no effect on him.

So a girl was wiping tears and another man was painting by the river.

The girl discovered Jiang Yunhe from the beginning and thought he was coming to comfort him. She felt bored. You know, what she hated the most at this time was someone coming up to disturb her.

As a result, the man stopped two meters away, then took out his pen, ink, paper and ink, and started painting?

There is such a bad person?

The girl couldn't cry anymore and threw her eyes at Jiang Yunhe dozens of rolling eyes.

"Miss, can you still cry for a while? I haven't finished painting yet." Jiang Yunhe asked immediately when he saw that the girl stopped crying.

“…”

The girl was stunned. I was crying here. If you don’t comfort me, don’t you tell me, and let me cry for a while?

What a shameless person can say such words?

"I have to say that you look so beautiful when you cry, your side face is perfect, and with a hint of sadness and tears in your eyes, I think I can draw the most beautiful painting in my life so far."

The girl didn't even care about crying, and she plucked her cheeks and gritted her teeth.

Finally, I couldn't help but turn my head and look at Jiang Yunhe.

It looks so beautiful.

For your good looks, I forgive you half.

Bah, it's not the problem.

"Can you sit there and don't move? Keep crying for a while? Think about sad things more, such as love breakup, money lost, etc. This is the most proud painting in my life. Please make sure I finish painting. I'll treat you to a meal later." Jiang Yunhe said seriously.

The girl suddenly stood up and rushed towards Jiang Yunhe. This beautiful bastard was too much.

Before he could speak, he swept his eyes on the drawing paper first, and saw a big-headed doll with half the size of his head sitting there, his eyes like a copper bell.

The girl suddenly became angry and pointed at the painting angrily: "What is this?"

I was so angry that I forgot what I wanted to say.

I am just a big-headed doll with half a head? Tell me this is your most proud painting in your life?

"Three-headed body, a slightly exaggerated way of painting. Replacing freehand painting but not realistic is mainly to express your characteristics. Don't you think it's cute?"

It's really cute.

The girl was about to nod, but soon widened her eyes: "What does it mean to re-written and re-written or not? Is it like freehand painting like this?"

Do you think I'm a fool?

"I think your characteristics are highlighted. After all, you are so cute, and if you draw like this, you will be even more cute." Jiang Yunhe debated with her seriously.

"Can you draw?" The girl was not very angry when she heard Jiang Yunhe was talking about misleading reasons. After all, the other party said that she was quite cute, was this a compliment? But her face was still quite fierce.

"I can't draw? You can do it? You can come? As long as you draw better than me, I will treat you to a meal." Jiang Yunhe stuffed his pen directly.

"You said." The girl grabbed the pen and pointed at Jiang Yunhe. "You, sit there."

Jiang Yunhe sat in the position where the girl had just sat, leaned back slightly, supported her arms, and looked into the distance.

The girl looked at Jiang Yunhe's side face for a long time.

It's really good looking.

There is also the short stubble on the chin, which looks very mature.

It doesn't feel old-fashioned like having long beards.

"Uh... how should I draw it?" The girl was in trouble. She was just angry and said something, but she really picked up the pen and caught it blindly.

She has just transformed and hasn't learned it at all.

After hesitating for a while, he simply gritted his teeth and drew a pig's head on it like a child's graffiti.

After finishing the drawing, he looked at the pig's head on the paper and then at Jiang Yunhe sitting there. The girl laughed first.

Then he drew a stickman body.

The girl clapped her hands proudly: "It's done."

Let you draw me as a big-headed doll.
Chapter completed!