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The young girl had a pill head, her face was a little fat, but she was not fat, and she was a cute type. She was shorter than Xiao Manxuan, but a belt around her waist seemed thin and tall.

A silver-white bracelet is worn on the wrist, and the bracelet is dotted with red and blue gems. This is a unique jewelry of Qingtan Town, which can be bought in the store.

Silver chains, ordinary gemstones, are not precious jewels, but they are bright and beautiful. There was only one girl, and Lin Tian did not see whether it was a local or a tourist.

I believe that tourists are more likely. If you are a local, you will definitely not come here for portraits, and you wo n’t find anything new every day.

"Little girl, you have to think about it. He has scared away many tourists. With such a cute face, he will paint you as ugly." Lao Qin noticed this and could not help reminding him aloud.

"Yes, he's not even as good as a beginner, he doesn't know how to draw a brush at all. See you are a little girl. We'll remind you." Another stall owner interjected.

I didn't think about it, but the girl laughed, "I know, I saw it when you run him yesterday."

The young girl said in righteous words that the word "run" was used very directly. The old faces of several stall owners were a little bit unreliable. However, those who set up the stalls here every day have long practiced their cheeks.

Lao Qin continued: "Little girl, I don't understand. Now that you know he's not good at painting, you're looking for him because he's handsome?"

The girl blinked and looked at Lin Tian, ​​with a kind smile on her face: "He is really handsome, but it is not for this reason that he draws very seriously. The expression of dedication is my first time. See, I think he should be given a chance. You were also beginners, so you came here. "

"Little girl, it's not right for you to say that. We did all become beginners, but we will never come out and be embarrassed before we leave the school. He paints so badly, isn't it deceiving." Another stall owner dissatisfied. refute.

The young girl did not care, and asked with a smile: "What did he lie to, did he lie to tourists?"

"It's ... not." Several stall owners were asked by a young girl and couldn't answer because Lin Tian's painting was free of charge at the beginning.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Tian didn't interrupt, until the stall owners were silent, he said, "Little girl, do you want a portrait?"

"You can't call me a little girl. Maybe I'm older than you." The girl looked earnestly, then stretched out her hand and smiled: "Introduce yourself, my name is Zhang Xiaoxiao, I'm from Qingtan Town. What's your name? first name?"

"People in Qingtan Town? Last name is Zhang?" Lin Tian raised his eyebrows slightly, passing a thought in his heart, wouldn't the little girl be a disciple of Zhang Fu?

Zhang Xiaoxiao sat down consciously and said with a smile: "I know what you are thinking, you must be thinking, am I a man on Zhangfu Mountain?"

Lin Lin was surprised for a moment, wouldn't she? Will the little girl read mind surgery?

"You must be thinking, do I read minds? Haha, I must have guessed it right." Zhang Xiaoxiao looked very happy, and her smile was as bright as the sun: "In fact, it's not like it. The name of Zhang in Qingtan is big. Many people are named Zhang, but we are not from Zhangfu. "

"Some foreign tourists don't understand and often ask, but although we are not in Zhangfu, every time the festival is celebrated, Zhangfu will open the main hall for worship."

Zhang Xiaoxiao said happily that Lin Tian suddenly realized this.

However, Lin Tian also understood that these generations of Zhang people who lived in Qingtan Town, even if they were not Zhangfu, certainly had a relationship with Zhangfu, probably a family hundreds of years ago.

However, the Zhang family opened its branches and leaves. Apart from the core people, the others gradually became side branches. After hundreds of years and thousands of years, the side branches became farther away from the core of Zhangfu.

He is like Zhang Mingxing. If he has no talents and has no cultivation experience, he will eventually leave Zhangfu and then get married and have children. If his offspring has no talent, he will gradually stay away from the core of Zhang Fu and become an ordinary person like Zhang Xiaoxiao.

Zhang Xiaoxiao didn't even know what kind of power Zhangfu had. He just knew that Zhangfu was the oldest settlement of the Zhang family, and organized annual rituals in Qingtan town, that's all.

What exorcism and cultivation are nothing to her, at best it is only a legend. Like many ordinary people, when they were young, they listened to old people telling myths and stories. They were nothing.

These thoughts passed in his mind, Lin Tian basically understood something, reached out and shook her, and smiled, "My name is Lin Tian."

"Lin Tian, ​​would you like to make a portrait for me?" Zhang Xiaoxiao formally said again.

"Of course." Lin Tianxin agreed.

He picked up the pen, but did not write immediately, but looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao, Zhang Xiaoxiao is also generous, not shy because of Lin Tian's gaze.

Qi Lintian remembered Zhang Ruyan's words, painting people is not painting skins, but painting hearts, and human hearts are reflected in eyes, expressions, clothes, words and deeds.

From Zhang Xiaoxiao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lin Tian saw the sunshine, simplicity, and kindness. Her kindness was different from Qiao Xiaoyi. Qiao Xiaoyi maintained the same kindness to everyone, even an ant.

Before I knew Qiao Xiaoyi's identity, Lin Tian didn't know what it was. Now he knows that, it is called compassion. Even after reincarnation, Qiao Xiaoyi still retains this trait.

Zhang Xiaoxiao's kindness is even simpler. She can't see people being bullied, and she can't see the "weak" being laughed at. In her eyes, Lin Tian, ​​who is not good at painting, is indeed weak compared to other stalls.

Those thoughts floated by, Lin Tian grasped something, the writing brush in his hand dropped, and he began to paint.

Because the little girl was just arguing with other stall owners just now, the stallholders took a sip and saw Lin Tian started to paint again. They also gathered around, ready to take the opportunity to suppress Lin Tian again, and educate Zhang Xiaoxiao, who is not sensible, by the way.

Lin Lintian draws, fast and slow, the tip of the pen outlines lines on rice paper, without any rules, the stall owners shook their heads straight, only Zhang Xiaoxiao maintained a smile.

After about forty minutes, Lin Tian finally stopped writing, but his eyes were not drawn.

"Boy, you haven't finished painting yet, quickly draw your eyes." A stall owner reminded.

"Forget it, look at his entire painting process, the technique is unfamiliar, and the method is even more unsophisticated. The lines of these strokes have no beauty. Even painting the eyes is mediocre."

"That is, do you still want to learn the finishing touches of the ancients? Joke." Old Qin Leng laughed.

Gao Lintian frowned, not because of the influence of other stall owners, but because he couldn't find the feeling, he knew what he was, but when he really wanted to paint it, he couldn't.