Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Little Tin Pipe is a good painter.He always wears a long gown, which he calls a "fat gown".It was worth seeing Tin Tube when he stood before his easel in his fat robe, with his hair thrown back, and palette in hand.Anyone can immediately see that there is a real painter in front of them. After no one wanted to listen to music that knew nothing, he decided to become a painter.He came to the little tin pipe and said, "I say, little tin pipe, I have decided to be a painter too. Give me some colors and a paintbrush." Little Tin Tube was no mean person, and he gave old colors and a paintbrush to Don't Know.At this time, a friend who didn't know anything came to him in a broken coat.Quan Wu said, "Sit down, broken jacket, and I'll draw a portrait of you."

The old man was very happy, and quickly sat down on the chair; without knowing it, he started to draw.He wanted to make the tattered coat look nicer, so he drew him a red nose, two green ears, blue lips, and orange eyes.The broken jacket wanted to see his own portrait sooner.He was so anxious that he couldn't sit still in the chair, twisting and turning. "It's awkward," Quan Zhi told him, "otherwise it wouldn't look like it." "Does it look like it now?" the broken coat asked. "It's very similar," said Quan Bu and painted his beard purple.

"Come on, show me how the painting is going?" After Quan Bu finished painting, the broken coat asked. I don't know how to show him the portrait. "Could it be that I am like this!" The broken coat cried out in fright. "Of course it is. What else could it be?" "Why draw a beard! I don't have a beard." "Hey, it will grow out later." "Why is your nose red?" "It's for the sake of looking good." "Why is my hair blue? Do I have blue hair!" "It's blue," Quan Mo replied, "but if you don't like it, I can paint it green."

"No, this is a bad painting." The broken coat said, "I'll tear it up." "Why are you destroying the works of art?" Don't know what to say. The broken coat wanted to take the portrait, so they fought.Doctor Xiaoyaowan and other boys ran over when they heard the noise. "Why are you fighting?" they all asked. "No," shouted the broken coat, "you judge us: Who do you think is painted on it? It's not me, right?" "Of course not you," replied the boys, "it's a picture of a scarecrow in a vegetable garden."

Don't know, said: "You didn't see it, because the name is not written here. I will write it right away, and then it will be clear." He picked up a pencil, wrote in print under the portrait: "broken coat" and hung it on the wall, saying: "Just hang it here. Everyone can see it, and no one is forbidden." "It doesn't matter," said the broken coat, "I'll destroy it when you sleep." "I don't sleep at night, I watch," Quan Mo said. The broken jacket went home angrily.At night, I didn't know that I didn't lie down and sleep.

When everyone fell asleep, he took out the colors and painted portraits for everyone.He made the bun so fat that it couldn't fit in the painting.I drew Little Irritable as two thin legs, and I don't know why a dog's tail was added behind him.He drew Hunter Bullet as he rides Blika.On the nose of the doctor's little pill, he drew a thermometer.I don't know why I painted Donkey's ears on Master of Things.In a word, all the people are described by him as ridiculous and grotesque. Before morning, he hung the portraits on the wall, writing his name under each, and it became an exhibition.

The first to wake up was Doctor Pill.He laughed out loud when he saw the portrait on the wall.He liked them so much that he put his pince-nez on his nose and looked at them very carefully.He walked up to each portrait, smiling half day and half day. "It's all right, I don't know anything," said the doctor Xiaoyaowan, "I've never laughed so much in my life!" At last he stopped by his portrait, and asked sternly: "Who is this? Is it me? No, it's not me. It's a terrible picture. You'd better take it off." "Why did you take it off? Hang it up," replied Quan Mo.

The doctor Xiaoyao got angry, and he said: "I don't know, you are obviously sick. There is something wrong with your eyes. When did you see that I have a thermometer under my nose? I have to give you some castor oil at night." .” It's not as bad as disliking castor oil.He said fearfully, "No, no! Now I see for myself that the picture is bad." He took the picture of the little pill off the wall and tore it up. Waking up after the little pill is the hunter little bullet.He also liked the portraits very much.He looked at the painting and almost broke his stomach laughing.Later, when he saw his own portrait, his mood suddenly broke down.

"It's a bad picture," he said, "not like me. You take it off, or I won't take you hunting." I didn't know that I had no choice but to remove the portrait of Hunter Bullet from the wall. All people are like this.Everyone likes other people's paintings and dislikes their own paintings. The last one to wake up was the little tin pipe.By habit, he always sleeps longer than others.When he saw his own portrait on the wall, he was so angry that he said it was not painting, but talentless, anti-art scribbling.Then he tore the painting off the wall, and took the colors and brushes from Omniscient.

All that remains on the wall is a painting of a tattered gown.I don't know how to take it off and go to my friends. "Broken jacket, I'll give you your portrait, do you want to? For this, you have to reconcile with me," Quan Zhi suggested. Gown took the portrait, tore it into pieces, and said, "Okay, make up. Even if you draw it again, I won't make up with anything." "I won't paint anymore," Quan Bo replied, "you paint, paint, and no one even says thank you, but just curses. I don't want to be a painter anymore."