The boat reached the middle of the river. Shiniang was always paying attention to the boatman's movements. When she noticed that he had put down his oar, she immediately stared at the tent curtain with vigilance.

As for Du Shuaishuai, this bastard, when he saw the cakes and snacks in the tent, he kept gnawing them, regardless of whether the owner of the boat would be angry or not.

The boatman lifted up the curtain of the tent. In fact, he was still a little worried about the portrait in the tent. After all, he was a child and he would inevitably make mistakes.

After he came in, what he saw was that he didn't expect the situation. All the scrolls were neatly placed in place. Presumably it was the child's mother who arranged them, right?

"Uncle, my mask is on the table. If you like it, you can play with it." Du Shuaishuai was originally looking out the window to look at the scenery. When he knew the boatman had come in, he immediately turned back to look at the boatman.

When the boatman saw Du Shuaishuai's face, his thick eyebrows furrowed quietly, with soft ripples appearing.

The child is so handsome, so the child's mother must be pretty good, right? "Why isn't the child's father with you?"

Father? Du Shuaishuai has never asked Shiniang this kind of question. Even if he did, Shiniang would not be able to answer it because she had lost her memory.

But when a stranger asked about it, Shiniang replied without even thinking: "Dead."

Du Shuaishuai opened his bright wild goose eyes, muttered and asked Xiang Shiniang, "Mother, what is death?"

"It just means...not by your side." Isn't that right? On Zhiyao Mountain, Shiniang has never seen a man other than Du Shuaishuai and his master. If Du Shuaishuai's father is not dead, what else could he be like?

The boatman didn't ask Shiniang any more sensitive topics. He crossed over to where Du Shuaishuai was sitting, walked to the stack of scrolls, picked up one of the paintings, and unfolded the portrait.

"My son has not destroyed your paintings, there is no need to check!" Shiniang thought that the boatman was worried that these good-looking paintings would be damaged and did not like to have her and her son's character questioned, so she threatened her first.

The boatman's pale pink lips curled up and he smiled, "I just painted this picture, and the ink on it is not dry yet."

"Ah?" Shiniang stretched out her head to look at the portrait in the boatman's hand, and apologized sheepishly: "I don't know, so... tell me, how much silver do you want me to pay you?"

The boatman looked up at Shiniang, who was wearing a black mask, and put the colored ink away on the table again.

Shiniang looked at the boatman's appearance and seemed to want to re-edit the painting that she had destroyed. Because the ink was still wet, Shiniang rolled it up, so the painting... was terrible. Shiniang was actually interested. This boatman could

How to control the fine brush in your hand to regenerate a ruined portrait.

Du Shuaishuai was not interested at all in what the two adults were doing. Sometimes he would jump outside the tent to play in the water, and sometimes he would go back inside the tent to get food. He had a great time playing.

Shi Niang ignored her naughty son and stared intently at the fine brush and painting scroll in the boatman's hand. She saw a copy of the colorful waterscape painting, which was re-outlined by the boatman into an elegant ink painting with ink.

"Awesome!" Shiniang cheered for the boatman without hesitation, "You are a very good painter! Why don't you sell your paintings?"

Three or four of the scrolls in the tent were opened by Du Shuaishuai. Shi Niang took a look at them while helping to clean them up. She thought they were good. If she sold them in the market, she should get more than ten taels of silver, right?

After hearing Shiniang's words, the boatman asked, "Didn't you just see my portrait?"

Shi Niang nodded truthfully and really looked at it. At first, she thought the boatman bought it at the market and kept it, but she didn't expect that he painted it himself.

"Then you didn't see the seal on the scroll?" Every portrait he painted would be stamped with his exclusive seal with his name on it.

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Chapter completed!