Three Hundred and Twelve Hand-Painted Comic Strips

312 Hand-painted comic strips

After playing the City God Temple, a day passed without knowing it, it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and Shen Jiaxing was about to get off work.

Wu Gangqiang and Qian Shumeng took Shen Jiao to the door of the house, and then rode away. Shen Jiao asked them to come back tomorrow to play and eat dumplings together.

When Shen Jiaxing came back, Shen Jiao only briefly mentioned to him that he met Xu Qiao and his son. Neither grandfather nor grandson took it to heart, and regarded them as strangers.

What they didn't expect was that after that, the two father and son were like the leech that couldn't get rid of them, and they made a lot of things that couldn't be laughed or laughed. Shen Jiao was so angry that she really wanted to go back in time and would never go to the Temple of the City God to play on that day.

With the days of comic strips, Shen Jiao doesn't feel bored anymore. She is slow in reading, and can only read one comic strip a day. She can read this large package of books for more than two months!

And she found a new pleasure, copying those illustrations with a pencil, and she cut a lot of rice paper herself, a square rectangle, slightly larger than a comic strip.

After reading the comic strip, she draws illustrations page by page on the paper. The comic strips are all black and white. She paints various colors of clothing, weapons, etc., plus her own imagination and memories of previous lives. Such a beautiful color.

Qian Shumeng once saw her self-painting, and couldn't put it down.

"Jiaojiao, can you lend me this colorful comic strip and take it to the school to see it?" Qian Shumeng felt itchy and wanted to take it to the school to show off.

"Wait for me to finish the painting, and I have to add text!"

Shen Jiao didn't care, she was drawing to pass the time anyway, and besides, this kind of illustration couldn't be simpler for her, it didn't have much technical content.

Qian Shumeng was very active, and volunteered to write for her. The calligraphy she practiced was the same as her father Qian Wenliang, in square and upright italics. It's a far cry!

However, it is very good to use italic script to write on comic strips, Shen Jiao was too lazy to write, so she threw the painted pages to her, exhorting: "You have to write beautifully, don't waste my paintings. "

Qian Shumeng was stunned, and said bitterly: "I see, keeping and writing is a natural match for your paintings!"

Shen Jiao curled her lips in disdain, and muttered in a low voice, "Your words are just for washing my feet, and you still want to be born together?"

Ever since Shen Jiao saw many of her peers around her, such as Qian Shumeng, Han Defu, Wu Gangqiang and others, those words that were even uglier than her previous life's personal maid, her arrogant and careful thoughts grew stronger. More and more self-expanding!

This young lady knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is a talented girl!

The scarred little liver that was crushed into mud by many talented girls in the capital in the previous life can be regarded as healed here!

This kind of feeling of being able to get unanimous praise and envy, jealousy and hatred by just writing a picture or a picture, how can it be so beautiful!

Although Shen Jiao's voice was not much louder than that of a mosquito, how could Qian Shumeng's children's shoes have pointed ears!

The anger from before rushed up again, blocking her heart, and then looking at Shen Jiao's smug little head, her eyes hurt!

Tolerate!

You have to endure it with three knives!

Let's coax this little unscrupulous person to finish the painting, and then I will take care of her!

Qian Shumeng swallowed the suffocation with difficulty, tugged at the corner of his mouth at Shen Jiao's skin and smiled, holding the pen firmly, and began to add text annotations word by word.

Literally a thousand words!

Power through the paper back!

Qian Shumeng turned grief and anger into strength, and finally wrote the most powerful characters in her fifteen years!

"knock knock"

There was a knock on the door, Shen Jiao didn't want to get up for a long time lazily, Qian Shumeng was active, just as soon as the sound rang, she ran to open the door and was stunned for a while.

"Who are you?" Shen Xiu frowned slightly, her heart a little blocked.

She tried her best to not move in, but strangers come here happily, which is extremely ironic to her!

"who are you?"

Qian Shumeng is not stupid. Looking at Shen Xiu's appearance and age, she roughly guessed her identity, but she deliberately pretended not to know her.

Shen Xiu's heart was even more blocked, but she smiled shyly: "I am the granddaughter of this family, my name is Shen Xiu."

Qian Shumeng has a forthright and outspoken personality, and she can't get used to a girl like Shen Xiu who is shy at every turn. In addition, Shen Xiu is still a major criminal suspect, and her disgust is even greater!

"I don't know, I only know Grandpa Shen's granddaughter Shen Jiao, I haven't heard of Shen Xiu, are you looking in the wrong place?" Qian Shumeng was deliberately angry with her.

Shen Xiu was so angry that she gritted her teeth secretly, and they were like friends. Xiaohu Meizi's friends are not good things. Grandpa Shen is so affectionate, that is her grandfather!

What does it have to do with a wild cat like you?

Really stinky shameless!

Shen Jiao had already heard Shen Xiu's voice, she felt tired for a while, threw the pen away, and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing here? Haven't the living expenses already been given to you?" Shen Jiao didn't let her into the room, and her tone was very rude.

"Shen Jiao, I'm also the granddaughter of my grandfather, why can't I come back?" Shen Xiu suppressed the smile on her face, she also saw that Shen Jiao's oil and salt did not enter, so she simply stopped pretending, but looked more pleasing to the eye.

They are not good sisters, so why pretend to be sisters?

Diaphragm should panic!

Shen Jiao sneered and said, "Granddaughter? You have the guts to say, when grandfather was in trouble, why didn't you stand up and say that you were granddaughter? Who are you? Money or food stamps?"

Qian Shumeng asked intentionally, "Jiaojiao, what is the allusion to the banknotes and food stamps?"

Shen Jiao snorted: "Everyone loves banknotes and food stamps, who doesn't like it!"

"Ha, that's a good analogy. I think Jiaojiao, you're banknotes, but your cousin is fine." Qian Shumeng smiled slyly.

Shen Jiao knew it, she heard Han Defu talk about it, saying it was a banned book, and everyone yelled at it!

Shen Xiu's face turned red and white, and she was insulted by these two people singing like a double reed. No matter how deep she was, she was only fifteen years old, so she couldn't hold back.

"Shen Jiao, don't rely on your grandfather to dote on you, and you will be arrogant. No matter how you say it, I'm also your cousin!"

Shen Jiao raised her little chin, made a condescending expression, and sighed, "I didn't admit it, don't be too sentimental, your face is thicker than pigskin!"

"you……"

‘meow’

Xiaojiao, who was lying on the osmanthus tree, basking in the sun and sleeping well, jumped down lightly and just jumped onto Shen Jiao's shoulders, making a coquettish cry at her.

"You have a Persian cat again!"

Shen Xiu stared at Xiao Jiao with a very strange expression, as if she was holding back something.

old sheep loves fish says

I can't see comic strips anymore. I remember when I was a kid, I had a big box of comic strips, Xue Rengui Zhengdong, Water Margin, A Dream of Red Mansions, Journey to the West, Little Soldier Zhang Ga, Shajiabang, there are so many, they are very beautiful, but I can't find them now!

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