Chapter 262 A dull date~
Speaking of which, including the night they spent on AT Star on the day of the confession, Elvis and Tong Wanwan have officially dated many times.
However, every date is a new experience for them.
This time, their meeting place was a wood painting experience workshop.
On the Federation Star, it was difficult to find a retro workshop offering handcrafted experiences, but Tong Wanwan had only casually mentioned it once, and Elvis had remembered it. Not only did he remember it, he even found a woodworking workshop.
It must be mentioned that the Marshal would do his best in everything he did. The woodworking workshop he found was located in a slightly remote area, in an ordinary small suburb, but it was very clean and tidy. It was a two-story villa.
The Wood Art Studio is a large separate room open to guests for processing wood and painting works.
The glass windows were very clear, and when the warm sunlight came in, the drawing board on the floor, the wooden crafts neatly arranged on the cabinet, and the brand new painting tools on the table all sparkled.
"How amazing..." Tong Wanwan said happily.
Once, while searching for fun among countless part-time jobs, she came into contact with painting and taught herself for a while in her spare time. Tong Wanwan also worked in an art studio, although only as a small assistant.
But she does not reject painting.
Every time she picks up her brush, a romantic and vibrant emotion surges within her. She excels at landscapes rather than portraits, using a quick sketching technique, either with charcoal or a smooth-tipped fountain pen, to recreate the scenery she sees and hears on paper.
When she feels tired, she will occasionally take a sketchbook and a pen, go to a cafe, a park, a square, or any place where she can see beautiful scenery and passers-by, sit on a chair, and paint quietly to calm her mind.
In as little as five minutes or as much as fifteen minutes, a complete sketch can be presented on paper.
Sometimes, because she was too focused, when she came to her senses, a group of uncles and aunts had gathered behind her to watch her paint, marveling at her amazing speed and her seemingly chaotic but actually exquisite strokes.
After discovering she had a talent for painting, Tong Wanwan rented a weekend stall in a busy commercial street. Just by painting single and double portraits for the young men and women passing by, she could earn enough to cover her living expenses for several weeks in a single night...
This woodcraft shop brought back many memories, and Tong Wanwan sighed softly. However, there was no regret in her voice, only a slight sigh of emotion.
In that world, Tong Wanwan was alone, having saved some money in her account but rarely spending it. Fortunately, she had a fixed monthly transfer amount set up in her account, which could be transferred directly to the pet adoption agency under her name. Even if things got tough, she could still keep the business going for five or six years.
"Wanwan." The voice of Mr. Marshal suddenly came from beside.
Tong Wanwan looked back, pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm here."
"...Unhappy?" Elvis hesitated.
Tong Wanwan was slightly startled and quickly shook her head to deny it, "No, it's very beautiful here, I like it very much."
Seeing the warmth and openness in her eyes, the subtle feeling that she was alienated from the world disappeared, and Elvis felt relieved.
"Mr. Marshal, what little puppet are we going to make?"
The puppets displayed in the woodcraft workshop can all be made and painted by imitating others, but she prefers to make a unique little one.
Tong Wanwan stretched like a cat, put her arms around Elvis' neck, and said coquettishly, "How about we make a Cancan?"
"Okay." Elvis said indulgently, without any objection to his girlfriend's request.
Tong Wanwan did it right away. She found Cancan's exclusive photo gallery in her own laptop album, looked at the photos inside, drew the front view, side view and top view of the little white lion, and gave the three views of the little guy to Elvis.
Although the Marshal had never used these carving tools before, he was accustomed to using both hot and cold weapons. He was a little unfamiliar with the chisel at first, but soon, a lifelike little white wooden lion was created in his hands.
Tong Wanwan couldn't help with the carving, so she put a piece of drawing paper on the easel next to her, picked out a few brushes, and after finishing the draft with a pencil, she mixed the paint on the paint tray and applied the colors on the white paper.
While Ives was carving small wooden sculptures, she completed a watercolor portrait. This painting is not a very detailed work, but it captures the facial features and the temperament of the model very accurately.
In order to give her boyfriend a surprise, Tong Wanwan quietly moved the easel towards the window so that Elvis could not see what was on the drawing paper.
When he turned around, he saw the finished product in Elvis's hands.
"Wow..." Tong Wanwan couldn't help but exclaim, "It looks so good!"
Leaning closer to Elvis, she held the little white lion wooden sculpture in her palm, looked around, and couldn't let it go. "This is so cute, it's made just like it."
"Mr. Marshal, is there nothing you can't do?" Tong Wanwan touched the back of the wooden sculpture of the little white lion and sighed again.
Because Elvis had polished it with a grinding block and sandpaper, the little white lion wood sculpture was smooth and shiny. No one could have guessed that this was a wooden art product made by a beginner.
"Yes," Ives responded seriously, "There are many things you can do that I can't."
He glanced at the easel that his girlfriend had turned around, "I can't even paint."
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face deepened. "Then let's color Cancan together. I'll teach Mr. Marshal."
"good."
When the paintbrush was handed over, Tong Wanwan felt her palm being accidentally brushed by the silver-haired man's fingertips, and she felt a slight itch.
Tong Wanwan: “…”
Do you have to touch your hand before receiving a pen?
Really...
Sticky.
The small wooden sculpture doesn't need many colors to be painted. The body is snow-white, the ear sockets, nose and pads are light pink, and then a touch of brilliant gold is added in the center of the pupils, and you're done!
"Super! Good! Looks!" Tong Wanwan praised word by word, feeling a sense of accomplishment in her heart.
"Mr. Marshal, don't you want to high-five to celebrate?" She suddenly raised her hand and smiled sideways.
Elvis couldn't ask for more.
He first high-fived her lightly, and then, before Tong Wanwan could react, he placed his palm close to hers, opened his fingers, and interlocked theirs.
Tong Wanwan curved her eyebrows and took the man's hand, took his hand and stood up, walked to the opposite side of the easel.
"Mr. Marshal, I want to give you a gift." She said mysteriously.
Elvis's eyes moved slightly as he watched the black-haired girl turn the easel back, revealing the entire painting before him without missing a single detail.
(End of this chapter)
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