Chapter 209

These comments were really hard to read out, so Su Qingcheng had no choice but to say, "Dear viewers, today I decided to show you my real skills, painting, yes... let me think about what to paint."

Looking at Su Qingcheng's serious look, the audience couldn't help laughing.

[Wow, the anchor can also paint? Is it as good as my seven-year-old daughter's painting? If so, call me dad, if not, just unfollow me. ]

[Does my Su Qingcheng need your affirmation? How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? ]

[Yes, yes, yes, Su Qingcheng is a master of painting that has never appeared in a thousand years, a contemporary Van Gogh, and each painting contains profound life philosophy. How can you ordinary people judge it? ]

Su Qingcheng rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "Will you die if you don't brag? Everyone, be low-key!"

The comments were even more joyful, and continued to complain crazily with irony.

Su Qingcheng was too lazy to pay attention to them. After thinking for a while, she said, "How about I draw my uncle today?"

Then, she glanced at Ye Qing who passed by and said hurriedly, "Uncle, please help me. Stand in front of the French window. I'm going to draw a sketch for you."

Ye Qing smiled and said, "Forget it. I'm afraid you can't draw me handsome. It's even hard to say whether you draw me or not."

The audience in the live broadcast room also laughed.

[The anchor is too proud. You may have forgotten the subversive moment when my uncle drew a panda with his hands. ]

[Qingmen Nonghua: an idiom allusion, referring to the fact that people who love to brag will only make things worse and embarrass themselves in front of real masters. ]

[What did the anchor say? He was despised by his uncle? This cup-pretending skill still needs to be improved. 】

Su Qingcheng shouted unconvincedly: "Uncle, I can do it, believe me, I have practiced it before, and it is also one of my famous skills..."

Ye Qing waved his hand directly, then walked to Su Qingcheng and said: "Let me draw a picture."

Lin Xuan and Lin Yi also came over curiously.

Su Qingcheng hurriedly asked: "Uncle, can you do it? Have you unlocked new technology again?"

In her impression, Ye Qing can't play brush painting. Did he learn it secretly? With many surprises before, Su Qingcheng was also prepared in advance.

Ye Qing nodded and smiled: "Trust me a little, remove the word."

Su Qingcheng and the other two nodded and walked to the window obediently.

Then Ye Qing looked at the three people, came to the drawing board, picked up the brush, and dipped it in some dye.

Seeing this, the three people hurried to stand in front of the French window, and then posed to show their beautiful figures.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, little uncle, please draw a picture for us." Lin Xuan looked at the sea view outside the French window and said excitedly.

Ye Qing also looked over. Indeed, the three beauties themselves are extremely pleasing to the eye. Coupled with the city scenery overlooking behind them, it feels like being in heaven. This kind of painting composition is indeed a beautiful sketching material.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also stunned when they saw this scene.

[So beautiful, this scenery is so white, and this leg is so beautiful. ]

[Oh my god, three golden flowers, any man who can marry one of them will have no regrets in his life. ]

[Haha, little uncle is the biggest winner in life. These school beauties are all his nieces. If I have such a beautiful niece, I will wake up with laughter in my dreams. ]

[The one above, your account is gone. ]

Ye Qing turned his head and looked at the barrage, feeling a little helpless. He was naturally happy that his nieces were very popular, but he preferred to be popular with girls. After all, some boys' ideas are not simple.

Of course, he just smiled.

"Okay, I'm going to start painting." Ye Qing's eyes were stern, and he said seriously.

[The panda painting that my uncle drew last time was already a work of art. What's worse, it's the one he drew with a brush this time? ]

[My uncle is going to show off again. Get my quick-acting heart pills. ]

The audience also held their breath and stared at Ye Qing with expectation.

Then, Ye Qing turned his head and started to paint.

Because Su Qingcheng put the phone behind Ye Qing to live broadcast, Ye Qing's body blocked the painting.

From the audience's perspective, they only saw Ye Qing's hands moving, but they couldn't see what he was painting.

And Su Qingcheng and the others were opposite Ye Qing, so they naturally couldn't see it.

So the audience became more curious about how far Ye Qing had painted.

[Needless to say, what my uncle will draw in a while will definitely be another work of art worth tens of millions, right? ]

[Ah, to be honest, my heart aches when Su Qingcheng is associated with art. 】

【Mainly drawn by my uncleHis painting skills are amazing. In his hands, Su Qingcheng can also be painted into a beautiful fairy? And I guess it won't take more than a few minutes. My uncle is a famous quick shooter! ]

[Fuck you, how can my uncle be a quick shooter? I saw my uncle shooting the gun the other day, and he didn't shoot for a long time. ]

[Wow, the room manager of this live broadcast room came out to work. Bury the people and cars upstairs together. ]

The room manager of the live broadcast room was also helpless. Driving has become a daily culture of live broadcasting. Except for extremely bad situations, as long as you drive well, he can't catch you.

But what was unexpected to everyone was that Ye Qing didn't finish the painting very quickly this time.

After a while, Su Qingcheng, Lin Xuan and others in the distance were almost unable to hold on. It was too tiring to pose, and their hands were a little sore.

"Uncle, are you done? Aren't you usually very fast?"

"Yeah, I can't hold it anymore, I feel like moving!"

"How long will it take, uncle, can I take a break?"

Su Qingcheng and the others couldn't help but complain.

Hearing this, Ye Qing looked up at the three people and said innocently: "Huh? What are you doing? If you are tired, just go sit over there?"

For a moment, the three people were also confused, and the people in the live broadcast room were also confused.

What does this mean?

Uncle called them to go? The brush in his hand has been moving for a long time, and he stopped painting in the middle?

Then Su Qingcheng pinched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Uncle, have you remembered the scene we just had?"

Lin Xuan and Lin Yi nodded suddenly, and at the same time, they looked at Ye Qing with more admiration and respect.

[Uncle is too amazing, this memory, is it a human eye sketch machine? 】

[Although it was a little slow this time, my uncle always gives us new surprises. 】