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nd profound brush work, and the best part is, with just a piece of abandoned burnt wood, you can make such an artistic drawing, Gongzi will definitely become a ‘great scholar respected for learning and integrity.’”

Even though Lin Wanrong’s skin was thick enough, but hearing such a compliment from her, he cannot help but blush a bit.
He quickly shook his head and smiled: “Miss Qiaoqiao, if you say that again, I will become arrogant.”

Dong Qiaoqiao covered the smile on her lips, her beautiful eyes smiled into a pair of attractive crescents; She said in a soft voice: “But I don’t know where Gongzi’s hometown is?”

Lin Wanrong was stunned; Looking pale, he gently said: “My hometown? It’s far, far away from here.”

Dong Qiaoqiao thought that Lin Wanrong was unwilling to tell her; A desolate look flashed through her face and she nipped her lips as she looked at Lin Wanrong’s drawing, no longer spoke with him.

After staring at the portrait, Dong Rende suddenly called out in a soft voice: “This woman is a lot like Madame Xiao, but –”

Lin Wanrong smiled: “Look carefully, is it really Madame Xiao?”

After carefully looking at it, Dong Rende commented: “It seems much younger than Madame Xiao, and more beautiful, could it be, could it be –” The father and daughter looked at each other, both have a look of surprise on their faces, then they looked at Lin Wanrong and said: “It’s Eldest Miss Xiao –”

Lin Wanrong smiled without saying a word.
Dong Rende hastily said: “Lin gongzi, have you seen eldest Miss Xiao?”

Lin Wanrong shook his head and said: “Even the two of you have never seen her, much less I? I just happened to see Madame Xiao today, so this portrait is according to Madame Xiao’s look.
Combined with my imagination, I think it should have some similarity with the real one.”

Dong Family father and daughter, except for the look of astonishment and admiration in their face, did not have any clue if the portrait was really similar or not.
After all, only depending on the appearance of a 30-something-year-old woman to draw her 20-year-old daughter’s appearance was not something that a typical painter can do.
So now, in their view, this Lin gongzi seemed to really be able to do anything.

Watching their demeanor, Lin Wanrong secretly chuckled; He deliberately drew the eldest Miss Xiao according to his imagination, making her more young and beautiful, just to let those talented scholars believe that this was really the picture of eldest Miss Xiao in their fantasy.

After practicing using a stick for a while, and thinking that most of his proficiency has returned, Lin Wanrong told Dong Qiaoqiao to look for a knife.
He then carefully cut the wooden charcoal into a pencil shape; Though his hands were full of dust, he can conveniently hold it in his hand.

Dong Qiaoqiao’s curiosity came up again: “Gongzi, is this a writing brush? Why is it so strange? What is the name of this?”

Lin Wanrong said with a smile: “When I draw, I need something called a pencil.
But because we don’t have it here, I had to use the wooden charcoal and cut it into that shape instead.
Later, after I finished drawing, you have to help me keep it, maybe one day I’ll use it again.” Dong Qiaoqiao obediently nodded.

With the ‘pencil’ in hand, it was as if Lin Wanrong returned to that unnamed lake where he drew the scene with his girlfriend.
Having this bright mood, he started to draw again.
Less than a while later, a more delicate and natural image of a beautiful woman gloriously appeared on the paper.
As a result of an improved tool combined with his ‘in the mood’ state, the portrait was virtually two grade higher than the previous one.

In that portrait, the beautiful woman’s gown seemed to flutter, like a fairy riding on the wave.
Her fairly imperceptible smile, her magnificent and elegant aura made it seemed as if she was standing right in front of you.
Her eyebrows were slightly puckered, seemingly having a hint of sorrow.
These details were added by Lin Wanrong according to Xiao family’s recent situation that was told to him by Dong Rende.
The goal was to make her even more realistic.

“Is this really eldest Miss Xiao? She is really good looking.” From Lin Wanrong’s side, Dong Qiaoqiao sighed softly and involuntarily exclaimed: “If I could have this kind of portrait, that would be really nice.”

Lin Wanrong said with a smile: “Okay, no problem, another day I will personally draw your portrait.”