Of course, Song Wenlan is not so conceited as to think that there is no better artist than her in the entire galaxy. She always remembers that she is an amateur artist.
So this time, she planned to draw a rough draft first, and then ask other artists to refine it, so that the other party would have a basic understanding of the image she wanted.
Song Wenlan once heard from Meng Xingchong that their website had contracted artists, and he could ask Meng Xingchong to ask for him to see if he could get a commission for their work.
Time flies quickly when you have something to do.
Two days passed in a flash, and Song Wenlan had almost finished the draft.
Song Wenlan stopped painting. When she thought about the starship coming to pick her up tomorrow, she felt inexplicably excited, but also a little panicked.
Stepping out of the garbage planet is equivalent to stepping into the real interstellar era.
Song Wenlan stared at the row of Lu Ban locks in front of her for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath and put all the Lu Ban locks into an iron box.
Holding the farewell gift for Xisha, she knocked on Xisha's door.
Song Wenlan knew that Xisha's room was at the innermost part and she had never set foot here.
Snakes have a strong sense of territory. Song Wenlan noticed that when he first moved in here, Xisha was not very used to it and the tip of its tail was always slapping the ground anxiously. It was not until five days later that the situation improved.
From then on, Song Wenlan consciously avoided going to Xisha’s private territory, especially in front of Xisha’s bedroom, where Song Wenlan had never been once.
Standing at the door, Song Wenlan was very nervous.
Soon, the door in front of him opened, and a gust of damp air hit him in the face. Xisha soon appeared in front of the door and looked down at Song Wenlan: "What's the matter?"
Song Wenlan observed Xisha's expression carefully, and Xisha didn't seem to feel disturbed.
She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the gift she had made.
"Planet Master, I will be leaving tomorrow. To express my gratitude, I made other styles of Luban locks for you."
Xisha lowered his narrow eyes and fixed his gaze on the iron box in Song Wenlan's hand.
He didn't speak for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking. Song Wenlan could feel that he seemed to be making a very important decision.
Song Wenlan held the iron box until his hands were sore, but he didn't see any movement in the Xisha Islands.
Just as she was about to secretly put the things down, a hand suddenly took the gift from Song Wenlan's hand.
Song Wenlan couldn't help but look at Xisha. She keenly felt that Xisha's expression was much more relaxed than usual.
"Thanks."
Xisha thanked him in a not very skillful way.
"Wait here for a moment."
After saying this, Xisha wagged its tail and swam into the room.
His door was not closed, so Song Wenlan could easily see the scene inside.
There is a big round bed in Xisha's room. Around the bed, there is a depression that looks like a large swimming ring.
Song Wenlan could even imagine how Xisha carefully put his tail into the depression when he was sleeping.
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