Escape to Farmland

Chapter 557 Shell Carving Appearance
"What's so great? I was also taught by others."

Xia Quan looked up at him, "There is an opera singer in our hometown, and he often paints various images on his face."

"At that time we often went to his house to play and watch him make paint."

"He saw that I was serious, so he taught me some things."

Well, from the memory of the original body, Xia Quan did find such a person in his hometown.

As for saying that she was taught such words when she was a child, she just made it up.

How old was she before fleeing famine?How can I really learn something good?

But that doesn't mean she can't use this person as a shield now, doesn't it?
"Then you are also very good."

Ding Qing'an said with emotion, "Actually, I also saw opera singers when I was young, but I never had the chance to learn from them."

"Of course you don't need to learn if you're not interested."

Xia Quan started to act while chatting with the young man, "I'll carve you a hero first."

She was smiling, and the small carving knife started to walk on the small shell.

Soon, the debris carved by the carving knife was scattered on the table, blown by the wind, and disappeared.

Xia Quan saw it, quickly put away his things and said, "Let's go back to the main room."

Since we want to do research, these debris are actually the best material.

She didn't pay attention to the collection just now, and she was a little annoyed by being blown away by the wind.

"It's so hot in the house, it's cool with the wind outside."

Ding Qing'an didn't know what she was planning, so he followed her into the room, muttering.

"It's because the wind is too strong outside that I have to go back to the house."

Xia Quan didn't hide it either, "I will keep the scraps that fell off during carving for great use, and I can't really lose them."

While talking, the two had already sat down at the Eight Immortals table in the main room.

Her movements continued, and a piece of snow-white A4 paper was placed on the table, and debris accumulated on the paper little by little.

Ding Qing'an didn't pay attention to those crumbs, but focused on the movements of her hands.

Watch as a seashell the size of a thumb quickly transforms into a lifelike human being.

Why does this person look familiar?

Looking at the changes in the shells in her hands, the boy blinked involuntarily, and then blinked again.

As Xia Quan worked out the details bit by bit with a sewing needle, Ding Qingan's face beamed with joy: "Xiao Quan, is that me on top of you?"

"Yes, it's you."

Xia Quan raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Wait a minute, I'll deal with some details and paint, so that it looks more similar."

While talking, her little hands didn't stop. After finishing the carving details, she started to color the characters with pens of different sizes.

"This is a battle uniform."

Seeing the "self" in Xia Quan's hands becoming more and more real, the smile on Ding Qinganjun's face became brighter and brighter.

"It turns out that in Xiaoquan's eyes, I am so mighty."

"It looks so pretty."

Thinking in his heart, the young man couldn't help pressing the posture on the shell, stood up and tightened his face, looking forward.

Hmm, I don't know if I learned it right?

After hesitating for a while, the boy didn't bother Xia Quan, but decided to practice in front of the mirror when he got back to the room.

You can't lose the mighty and extraordinary self in Xiaoquan's heart.

The boy's actions did not escape Xia Quan's keen observation.

Seeing the young man trying to imitate the image she carved and adjusting his posture, it didn't make her laugh.

This boy is really interesting.

"Hey, that's enough, can you see if there's anything you're not satisfied with?"

Xia Quan finished the finishing work, and gently blew on the paint on the shell to prevent it from being smeared.

At the same time, the edge of the shell was simply polished to prevent it from hurting people.

"It's been a great year, nothing to dissatisfy with."

Ding Qingan carefully took the small sculpture she handed over, and admired it with a smile on his face, "Little Quan, am I really so mighty?"

(End of this chapter)