Chapter 650 Wanmuchun in Front of the Old Bridge
In the restaurant where Xia Wanyuan ate at noon, there is a history booklet of this country, which has the traditional costumes of this country.
Just now, the tall slender woman said that she wanted Xia Wanyuan to help her change her clothes, Xia Wanyuan naturally thought of the clothes in the introduction book.
When painting, Xia Wanyuan painted her a western aristocratic long dress, wearing a hat full of gems, she was looking at the gods flying by the bridge, which was really moving.
Not only tall and slender women liked it, but the surrounding tourists also scrambled to ask Xia Wanyuan to help them paint after reading it.
"It's getting dark now, so we can only draw the last one. Let's draw lots. Whoever draws will be able to draw?" At this time, An Rao stood up and said,
"Okay," everyone agreed,
An Rao cut some paper and asked everyone to draw lots. In the end, the one who drew the paper ball with words was a young and thin boy.
At this time, the sunset was gradually sinking. After drawing someone, Xia Wanyuan quickly smeared with a pen.
The golden willow swayed, Xia Wanyuan sat on the lawn, focused on the drawing paper in front of her, the setting sun plated a layer of warm yellow light on her,
Looking at Xia Wanyuan in the video, Jun Shiling's eyes were shining,
Xia Wanyuan's shoulder was suddenly pulled by Jun Shiling,
Before Xia Wanyuan could ask, Jun Shiling had already leaned down,
"Why is it so beautiful," Jun Shiling kissed Xia Wanyuan's face almost reverently,
"Don't disturb me watching TV, okay?" Xia Wanyuan pushed Jun Shiling's head away and wanted to watch TV, but Jun Shiling grabbed her hands.
Xia Wanyuan frowned, "Jun Shiling, you promised me just now,"
"Alright, let's take a look." Under the accusing gaze of Xia Wanyuan, Jun Shiling temporarily suppressed his thoughts, let go of the hands that were holding Xia Wanyuan, and clasped his fingers instead.
The two of them were playing kung fu. In the show, Xia Wanyuan had already painted a picture for the boy.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
"Is it really impossible to paint another one? I can offer a high price! Is 20,000 euros okay? Thirty thousand? Fifty thousand is okay, too,"
After the camera captured the expressions of the people around, the focus was placed on Xia Wanyuan's painting.
This is a picture of the rising sun,
The young boy walked across the bridge with a schoolbag,
Behind him, a round of rising sun poked out from the edge of the willow shoots, casting light on every part of the land.
The river under the bridge is shimmering with shimmering waves. The old bridge, among the green grass and willow leaves, seems to have shaken off the history of the whole body, holding up the young man's road with new strength.
If the picture I just painted for the tall woman is full of solemn dignity,
The painting for the young man is full of vigor and youth, which makes people feel high-spirited at first sight.
"It's getting late, we're not working anymore, sorry, goodbye everyone." An Rao blocked the people who wanted to continue looking for Xia Wanyuan to paint. Seeing that they were so determined, they could only leave with regret.
The teenager is also a rich man. After paying the same fee as the previous one, he also gave an extra 2,000 euros as a reward.
After all, he really liked this painting very much.
It was getting dark, Xia Wanyuan and An Rao started to call it a day back to the hotel.
After arriving at the hotel, An Rao calculated today's income and expenses,
"Sister!! You are amazing!! We still have 23,000 euros left!! God, we don't have to go out to make money now!"
After An Rao said these words, the director's face turned green.
It was obviously two days of recording, who would have thought that Xia Wanyuan made money so quickly, what else would the next show be recorded?