Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

"We just need to like painting. Whether we can be good at it or not is something we don't know yet, and we won't consider it. Big brother, can you teach us how to sketch?"

Little Tiger paused and added, “I think the pen that Big Sister uses is like our charcoal sticks. In the future, when we draw, we only need to burn wood to find charcoal sticks, which can save the cost of pens and ink.

Moreover, when practicing, we can use branches to draw on the ground, saving paper.”

After saying that, little Tiger smiled brilliantly, like the warm sun in winter, warming the heart.

Hua Murong understood that Xiao Huzi did not propose this solution because his family was too poor to buy paper, but because Da'ao Village had to go to the town to buy paper, which was too troublesome, and they could not buy too much at one time.

The climate here is humid and often damp, so paper products are not easy to preserve. Besides, my family wouldn't agree if I bring back a lot of paper at one time because of its weight. It would be better to bring back more daily necessities instead of wasting energy.

Hua Murong does have a solution, but now is not the time to mention it. Besides, it is not a long-term solution. Building a road for Da'ao Village is the fundamental solution.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to draw a sketch in a moment. Now you and the other kids can come and see how this big sister draws."

"h..." Before little tiger could even utter the cheer of "good", he covered his mouth in time and ran back, whispering to his friends one by one.

The children who received the notice immediately put down their pens and, led by Xiao Huzi, quietly trotted behind Yan Yiyi. When they saw the painting in front of her clearly, they were immediately amazed.

The children began to whisper to each other about who the outline in Yan Yiyi's painting was. Except for Xiao Huzi, whose appearance was already clearly seen, the others only had an outline of the movements without detailed depiction of the facial features.

Yan Yiyi looked up again and wanted to see her little models, but... they were gone?

Seeing this, Xin Ye smiled indulgently and poked her secretly, motioning her to look behind him.

Yan Yiyi turned around and saw that a bunch of little kids were surrounding her and watching her draw. She couldn't help but reflect on herself: Tsk, I've been living in peace for too long. I shouldn't have lowered my vigilance to such a low level.

Fortunately, she had a good memory and saw the appearance of the child she was about to draw at a glance. After observing it carefully, she started drawing directly.

With her current painting level, she doesn't need the model to maintain one posture for her to copy. It's just that she is not familiar with the children yet and needs to look at them a few more times because she needs to study the details carefully.

Look, the outline of her eldest brother only had a few strokes to outline the movements, with no other details. He just took up a position, and she could add the details later.

As for the background details, she could just secretly take photos with her mobile phone later, but she probably didn't need to do anything, as the man next to her might have done it for her.

The next thing was for Yan Yiyi to match the children's appearance to their seats, and then she described the ornaments on the table and even the paintings in front of them one by one. The children's eyes widened as they watched.

——It’s like, it’s really realistic, so similar!

If they had not seen with their own eyes how the elder sister drew on the paper stroke by stroke, they would have thought that the elder sister had used some magic to freeze their time on the paper.

It's incredible!