Fu Qinqi proudly explained to the villagers that although the meaning of each painting was wrong, he tried his best and changed the tented painting exhibition to be held in the shelter.
"Little brother, don't they like it?"
Jiang Keyan's originally excited expression gradually became silent as everyone stopped talking.
? According to Niu Anshi's method, the villagers had to watch the exhibition, because before it was time to go out, helicopters and drones were being used outside to spray disinfectant, so they had to be enclosed inside and suffer from visual pollution.
"I really think it's not as good-looking as the original gray wall."
The villagers started booing, demanding that all the paintings around them be torn off.
"Don't touch my painting!!"
Jiang Ke murmured loudly, as if it kept reverberating in the space, and unexpectedly produced 5 or 6 echoes. Many villagers were shocked, and they didn't understand what was going on. The shelter was not a deserted mountain. Why? There will be so many echoes, and it is easy to explain it in a practical and scientific way, but Fu Qinqi is indifferent. He just silently follows Jiang Keran, feeling whether her love for painting has reached the level of dream.
"I'm a realist. This is the big mountain in Changshi Town I drew, as well as the small river and livestock"
As Jiang Keran said, the cows and pigs outside were mooing and humming, giving him the illusion of a cow playing the piano.
"Your livestock have been brought back and you can come out to claim them. After ten minutes or so, everyone can go home."
"Very good."
"Thank you for your hard work."
The villagers ran out one after another, bumping into Jiang Keran's shoulder in the center one after another. She was like a rattle drum. If it wasn't for Fu Qinqi's protection by her side, she would have been inserted into the wings of a bamboo dragonfly. The villagers fiddled with the propellers, as if they were about to take off.
"Little brother."
Jiang Ke murmured as if he had run out of words, staring at Fu Qinqi with lowered eyebrows, his tongue twitched in his mouth, as if he was not convinced, but he didn't have much ability to make her persist.
"Do you want to get married?"
"Marry? Marry who? I don't want it. Someone once confessed to me, but you don't know it, little brother. He just wants to steal my painting. I don't want it. Why do you say this suddenly? Is it possible? , which guy in the village has taken a fancy to me?"
As Jiang Keran spoke, he slowly retracted his abdomen and lifted his buttocks, maintaining a bloated S shape, squeezing his eyes into slits with a smile on his face, and was also preparing to go out to claim the livestock. In fact, she was going to find out who liked her.
"Then you, do you want to go to farm with brother?"
"Farming? Is it fun?"
"It's okay, but it's a bit tiring to transplant rice seedlings. After the rice is harvested, it can be crushed to become the noodles we eat now. It is specially made of rice, so it is very strong."
"Why didn't I think of it? Little brother, I want a picture strip, and condense all its production processes into one painting. Maybe it can sell for a lot of money, and it can also drive the development of our Changshi Town's tourism economy. After all, the villagers were happier seeing the lost livestock, which means that they don¡¯t want to spend money. Eh? I said that Aunt Chen Luolan used to, no, why did the noodles made by my mother be so delicious? It turned out that they were not made with ordinary noodles, but rice. It's amazing."
Fu Qinqi grabbed Jiang Keran's wrist as he was about to paint, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard the loud sound of a helicopter taking off, "Boom!"
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