A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice
Chapter 39 Hu Huanhuan
Hong Xue stood in front of Duan Rong with her umbrella on her shoulder. Duan Rong looked at her eyebrows carefully under the light.
Hong Xue looked at Duan Rong's focused gaze on her, and two blushes flew up on her face unconsciously.
She was shy.
Duan Rong looked at Hong Xue, but he was in a good mood.
These were the customers he needed to serve. If they were all like Jiang Qingyu and Lan Ying, he would spend a lot of effort on this hand, and several batches of brain cells died. Isn't the technology that a hero has no place to use?
Duan Rong held the brush and painted attentively. He stared at Hong Xue for a while from time to time, and occasionally stopped the pen, revealing a thoughtful look.
Not only Duan Rong was looking at Hong Xue, but Hong Xue was also looking at Duan Rong infatuatedly.
Although Duan Rong was not good-looking, his cognitive focus and his eyes flashing with a calm and cold light made Hong Xue a little absent-minded for a while.
Duan Rong painted this time, even more attentively than the previous two times.
This is his professional home ground. The two paintings just now were just tricks.
Duan Rong carefully looked at Hong Xue's eyebrows, thinking about how to optimize.
The effect must be amazing, but the authenticity must not be lost!
It took Duan Rong a full quarter of an hour to finish the painting. He looked at it, and said with satisfaction: "Miss Hong Xue, it's done."
"Is it done?"
Duan Rong took the painting down, and Hong Xue took it eagerly. When she saw it, her eyes suddenly widened like lychees, and she smiled: "This is what I look like in my dream! The painting is really good, sir!"
"As long as the girl is happy!"
"I am very happy."
"Thank you, sir!" Hong Xue took the painting, squatted down and bowed, and was about to leave. She was eager to share it with others.
"Hi, Miss Hong Xue." Duan Rong stopped her.
Hong Xue turned around and looked at Duan Rong.
"Ten taels per painting!" Duan Rong smiled lightly and pointed to the wooden board beside him.
Hongxue suddenly realized that she had forgotten to pay.
Her pretty face suddenly turned red. She took out a silver note and put it on the crossbar of Duan Rong's easel, saying, "Don't blame me, sir. I was too rash."
"It's okay. The girl likes this painting so much, I'm so happy, how can I blame her?" Duan Rong replied with a smile.
Hongxue looked at Duan Rong with shining eyes. For some reason, this man's words always touched her heart!
Hongxue bowed again, turned around and left in a hurry.
Duan Rong looked at Hongxue's hurriedly leaving figure, smiled dumbly, and said, "This girl, rash..."
As soon as Hongxue arrived at the door, she was surrounded by several geishas who were welcoming guests. Several people looked at the painting and started to quarrel.
"Is this you, Hongxue!"
"How can this not be me!"
"This is Hongxue. Look at her eyebrows and lips."
"This is called a portrait!" Hongxue said firmly.
"Photo?"
"Yes. With my brush, I will give you your...original appearance." Hong Xue repeated the slogan she heard from Jiang Qingyu in a somewhat stiff manner.
Soon, the six geishas who were welcoming guests at the entrance of Huayinglou gathered in front of Duan Rong's stall.
Duan Rong was delighted when he saw that the business was booming. He maintained order and said, "Everyone line up, one by one!"
Soon, a line formed under the old locust tree diagonally opposite Huayinglou. These geishas with makeup and colorful flowers made the originally desolate street instantly become like a spring garden, chirping, lively and fragrant.
Hu Huanhuan is already in her forties this year, but she has taken good care of herself. There is no fat on her body and face. It's just that because of overwork, there are already crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
Her chin is not a round arc, but has a slightly hard line. These features and her slightly slender hands seem to imply her strong character.
Hu Huanhuan had just come out of her room and was about to go to the second floor. After all, the boudoirs of the four major Huayings were all on the second floor, and guests with a little bit of status would not stay on the first floor for too long.
She had just reached the stairs when she suddenly stopped and frowned.
She had originally arranged six geishas to welcome the guests, but now the door of the Huaying Building was empty, with only two eunuchs waiting outside to help the guests lead the horses.
Hu Huanhuan strode over, stared at the eunuchs outside the door, and asked, "Where are the sisters?"
The eunuchs stuck out their chins and pointed across the street. "There!"
Hu Huanhuan looked across the street and was immediately furious. "What's that for?"
"It seems to be a painter, painting for the sisters."
"Okay, it's outrageous! Blatantly, messing around!" Hu Huanhuan's almond eyes were like lightning, and the gold hairpin on her bun was swung violently by her, making a rattling sound. She stared at the elves and said, "Go to the backyard and call a few people, all of them have copied their weapons!"
"I want to see which blind man is making trouble at my doorstep."
Duan Rong was painting a geisha named Juxiang. Juxiang was plump, but her eyebrows were a little too high from her eyes, which created a sense of disharmony.
Strictly speaking, eyebrows and eyes cannot move, otherwise they will be distorted.
But if this problem is not solved, it will be difficult to make Juxiang look good. Duan Rong finally decided to reduce the distance between eyebrows and eyes, and then the whole face below the eyes will not move.
No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!
In fact, once this defect is corrected, Juxiang will immediately become more beautiful.
Duan Rong made up his mind and was about to paint when he suddenly heard a commotion in the crowd.
Hu Huanhuan twisted the ear of a geisha named Chunming in the middle of the team and cursed: "Little slut, it's time to welcome guests, why are you running around? Aren't you afraid that I will break your legs?"
"What are you guys still doing? Smash his stall!" Hu Huanhuan shouted to the eunuchs holding whistle sticks.
The two eunuchs in the front heard the order, picked up the whistle sticks, and smashed Duan Rong's easel.
Duan Rong jumped back and landed in front of the old locust tree. He reached out and grabbed the oxtail knife in his hand.
Duan Rong took a half step sideways, turned his wrist, and the back of the oxtail knife was facing up. With a light flick, the whistle sticks in the hands of the two eunuchs flew out.
The two eunuchs were stunned, and then they realized that the base of their right hands was hurt by the shock, and they took a step back in fear.
Hu Huanhuan was cursing vigorously when suddenly a whistle stick flew up from the front and fell at her feet with a clang.
She looked closely and saw that Duan Rong was holding an oxtail knife, and the two turtle slaves opposite him were shrinking and retreating...
Hu Huanhuan's anger was immediately vented by half. This is also a kind of her character. The more she encounters problems, the calmer she becomes.
"He is still a martial artist!"
Even if she really met a martial artist, Hu Huanhuan was not afraid.
Her Huaying Building made a lot of money every day, so naturally she also raised martial artists.
But those two, she treated them as masters and did not dare to work them easily. She originally thought that he was just a painter, just a poor scholar, but who would have thought that he was still a martial artist!
Duan Rong stood with a knife in his hand, and at a glance, he swept Hu Huanhuan and the turtle slaves. He rolled his eyes and immediately understood the level.
Duan Rong sheathed his knife, walked up to Hu Huanhuan, and immediately bowed, saying, "Beautiful sister, I am so rude."
"It's the time to welcome guests, but I'm selling paintings here, which has caused the young ladies to come and paint, and delayed your business."
"Pity you, sister, I didn't mean to do it. Please let me off this time."
Duan Rong said, bowing repeatedly.
It was originally a tense scene, but Duan Rong's funny style without any twists and turns immediately reversed the atmosphere.
Hu Huanhuan was amused and laughed, saying, "Don't call me, who is your sister?"
"Painter Duan, we all call you mom." Xiangju, who was at the front of the team, suddenly said.
As soon as Xiangju said this, the scene burst into laughter.
"You are the only one who talks too much, and you are at the front of the team. You are the most active, right! When we go back later, I will peel your skin off carefully!" Hu Huanhuan put one hand on his waist and scolded Xiangju.
Xiangju was slightly stunned when she heard this, and a look of fear appeared on her plump face.
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