Article 278

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Mo Ran put down the wine cup calmly. He was not a dead person, and eating would reveal his flaws.

The scholar had been drinking for over thirty years, and his depressed mood seemed to be better. After chatting with Mo Ran for a while, he asked: "Master Mo asked Xiaosheng to help draw a character before. Is he the one he likes?"

Mo Ran hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, it's my master."

"Ah." The scholar was stunned, "I have been running a stall in the Yin Palace for many years. I have seen people come to ask for pictures of beautiful people, but I have never seen people who want me to draw Master. Is your Master treating you well?"

Mo Ran felt ashamed and said: "Okay, very good."

"No wonder." The scholar nodded, "Why did you draw him?"

"Looking for someone."

The scholar said "ah" again, with a surprised look on his face: "Is he also in the underworld?"

"Well." Mo Ran said, "I heard that the dead person will stay in Nanke Township for ten or eight years. I can't worry about him. I want to find him and be his companion."

The scholar had no doubts at all, and was even a little moved. He pondered for a long time, and finally sighed: "It's rare to see a peach and a plum love deeply. Okay! Mr. Mo, I will do this for you!" After saying that, he got up to open the box and get it. Got painting tools.

Mo Ran was overjoyed, thanked him repeatedly, and asked him his name and surname. He secretly remembered it in his heart, thinking that when he returned to the world, he would burn more gold and silver for this poor brother.

You two are sentimental, I am excited, and I am busy spreading paper and grinding ink.

As a result, after starting work, I couldn't even say a few words, and I choked.

"My master... let him..." Mo Ran clenched his hand into a fist and knocked on his knees several times, but still couldn't figure out the reason. After holding it for a long time, the man with poor words finally said, "He Anyway, she is a beauty, you can draw her."

The scholar stared at him.

Mo Ran: "Draw."

"...What a beautiful way?"

"It's not very simple, it's beautiful. Paint it to look good."

"I know I want to draw something nice, but... forget it, tell me, what does his face look like?"

"What face?" Mo Ran was stunned and said, "...the face is the face."

The scholar was a little annoyed: "Melon seeds, almonds, wood, goose eggs, can you name one?"

"I don't know if he has these or not, but he's pretty handsome anyway."

Scholar: “…………”

Mo Ran: "Forget it, if you don't know, just draw it on my face. Our faces are not much different."

Scholar: “…………”

Then there are the eyes.

"What eyes?"

Seeing that Mo was about to speak, he suddenly stopped him and added.

"Don't say eyes are eyes."

Mo Ran waved his hand and said: "I understand what you mean. His eyes look like... this, how should I put it? Fierce and... charming? Cold and gentle."

The scholar threw down his pen and said angrily: "I won't draw anymore! Please ask Gao Ming to do it for you!"

"Don't!" Mo Ran hurriedly grabbed him, "Others can't draw as well as you."

The scholar endured it and stared at him, but seeing Mo Ran's face full of sincerity, he said firmly: "Then you can tell me what I ask and what you answer."

Mo Ran was also aggrieved. He thought to himself, didn't he answer well just now? Isn’t it true that he answers whatever is asked? But he was very soft when asking for help, so he could only nod his head obediently and hug the soul-inducing lamp in his arms tightly.

The scholar said: "It's still the eyes. Does he have leopard eyes? Three white eyes? Almond eyes? Phoenix eyes? Or..."

Mo Ran felt dizzy and shook his head: "Slit eyes? Isn't that very small? No, his eyes are pointed upward. I don't know what it is called. In short, it is... well, it is flying upward, which is quite beautiful. of……"

"That's Phoenix Eyes."

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but saw that the scholar's face was unhappy, so he shut up angrily: "Okay, you can just sew your eyes."

The scholar then asked: "Is the nose tall or short?"

"high."

"Are your lips thin or thick?"

"Thin."

"Are your eyebrows thick or light?"

"concentrated."

"Thickness?"

"It's okay... I know the eyebrows, they should be sword eyebrows."

"Okay." The scholar added a few more strokes and asked again, "Are there any moles on your face?"

Mo Ran tilted his head and thought for a while, thinking about it, but his face turned red, and he whispered: "Yes..."

"Where?"

"The left ear." Mo Ran said slowly, "A little smaller, the color is quite light, and then..."

Then when you kiss him here, he will be extra sensitive.

The scholar raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

"No." Mo Ran shook his head like a drum, and his face turned redder, "There is no more."

The scholar looked at him rather strangely, but fortunately the light was dim and the blood on his face could not be seen. The tip of the pen was moistened with ink, and he asked again: "Guanliu's attire?"

"He likes to wear white clothes. A green jade crown or a high ponytail." Mo Ran thought for a while and added, "Sometimes he also wears it. When he wears it, especially..."

"Stop saying it looks good!" The scholar couldn't bear it.

"Well, then be handsome."

Scholar: "…………"

After working hard for a long time, I finally finished the painting. The ink burned and the ink was burned. He lifted it up and took a closer look. He felt that although it was not as handsome as Chu Wanning, it was not very similar, but it was still usable, so he smiled and said: "Thank you, sir. It's very good."

"I only missed painting Pan An, Fan Li and Xi Zi Diao Chan."

"Hahaha." Mo Ran was happy and said, "When I find Master, I will thank you again."

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