When she handed all the drawings to Xiao Qingyin, Xiao Qingyin was surprised: "You've finished them all?"
Situ Zhi smiled shyly: "Because I was having so much fun drawing, I kept drawing and before I knew it, I had finished it."
"That's amazing!"
After praising it, Xiao Qingyin looked at the drawing again.
I couldn't help but sigh after reading it.
Situ Zhi's heart tightened immediately.
Are these paintings not up to standard?
That's right, she drew too quickly, too hastily...
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard Xiao Qingyin say, "Your drawings are too good. It's a waste to only use them as illustrations for the pharmacopoeia. It would be better to publish a separate book."
Situ Zhi: "!!!"
Can her paintings really be published as a book?
How could that be?
Miss Xiao was definitely trying to comfort her on purpose.
Xiao Qingyin could tell from her expression that she didn't believe her, and said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, why don't you try consigning the painting to Baibaozhai?"
Situ Zhi shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.
“The children at the school draw better than me; no one will buy these paintings.”
Xiao Qingyin deliberately put on a stern face: "Are you questioning my aesthetic sense?"
Situ Zhi was speechless.
"I...that's not what I meant..."
I was so anxious I was sweating.
“Okay, I know that’s not what you meant,” Xiao Qingyin comforted, “but there’s no harm in giving it a try, right?”
Situ Zhi was persuaded and agreed.
She painted several pictures of flowers and plants that she liked and gave them to Xiao Qingyin.
After Xiao Qingyin had it framed, she hung it on the wall of Baibaozhai, indicating that it was a consignment piece.
No sooner had this matter been settled than a rare guest arrived at Baibaozhai.
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