There were bustling crowds on the street, surrounded by the cries of vendors, and it looked very lively.
Gong Jin set up a stall on the street again today, and there were many people looking for his portrait. It was packed almost every day.
He looked like a frail scholar, but he seemed to have divine help when he started writing. Soon, a lifelike portrait of the human body was completed.
In the crowd, An Xili saw that there were people around here, so she stopped and squeezed in.
"Miss, let's go, it's too noisy." The maid quickly pulled her away. There were too many people around here, for fear that she would be tripped.
"It's okay, I'll just take a look." An Xili insisted and squeezed in.
When she squeezed in, she saw a young man in green clothes and coarse cloth, his head buried in the painting, concentrating on painting.
An Xili also came forward and watched him paint seriously.
"In addition to making portraits for others, Master, do you know how to paint anything else?" An Xili suddenly asked.
Gong Jin didn't even look up and replied: "Flying in the sky, swimming in the water, still and moving, as long as the lady can name it, there is nothing I can't draw."
An Xili laughed playfully: "Young master, please don't talk nonsense. Can you draw cats, dogs, cows, sheep, etc.?"
At this time, Gong Jin put down the last stroke, then raised his head, stared at An Xili, and said seriously: "What do you want to draw below..."
At the same time, An Xili saw his face clearly and asked in surprise: "Have we met somewhere?"
"I'm Gong Jin, I've met Miss An." Gong Jin immediately realized, isn't she Aunt Wang's little sister? What was the name? He forgot.
"Do you know me?" An Xili pointed at her nose.
"I don't know." He replied honestly.
"I don't know, how do you know my surname is An?" she said.
"We had a chance encounter, but I have probably forgotten about it. I am your sister's friend," Gong Jin said directly.
Only then did An Xili think back. No wonder she thought he looked familiar. He had met her before.
"Mr. Gong is polite. It turns out he is a friend of the eldest sister. Li'er was rude just now." When An Xili heard that he was a friend of the eldest sister, his attitude changed 180 degrees and he instantly became pleasant.
Before the two of them finished their greetings, the people around them were already impatient: "Are we still doing business? Hurry up."
Gong Jin's painting skills are very deep, and the paintings he draws are also very satisfying, so he can make a living by painting on the street.
Seeing that everyone was a little impatient, he quickly said: "I won't paint today. Please be early tomorrow. I'm sorry. Everyone, I have to close the stall."
Suddenly, the people around him were dissatisfied, and they all came because of his craftsmanship.
At this time, he handed over a female portrait he had just painted to the female guest, and quickly apologized: "I won't charge you any money for this painting. I'm really sorry."
The female guest took the painting and saw that it was quite good. She didn't say anything, took the painting and left.
After he had appeased everyone and everyone had left, An Xili said: "Did I disturb Mr. business? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"No, it's my own fault. I have been painting all morning and suddenly I have no inspiration. If I continue to paint, I am afraid that I will lose my concentration. If my painting is not good, it will affect my reputation." Gong Jin explained again.
"Oh, then I'm relieved." An Xili felt a little more at ease.
