Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The Small Tin Tube at Work

When the little screw and the little chisel were running around Kite City for the soldering iron, a big event happened in Green City.That morning, Little Tin Pipe finished painting the portrait of Little Snowflake.He spent almost two hours on this matter, but the painted image was as real as it was.The paintings are strikingly similar.Although some people say that the little snowflakes in the picture are better than real people, this is not true.Little Snow Flower doesn't need painters to paint her up.If Xiaoxi Guan is good at making her features more clear, vivid and expressive, then that is exactly what is required for the true art of painting.

The portrait hung on the wall of the downstairs room, so that anyone who would look could see it.It should be said that there is no shortage of people who are willing to watch.Everyone who saw this portrait wanted Xiao Xiguan to draw a picture of her too, but Xiao Xuehua didn't let anyone go to the second floor, because Xiao Xiguan was painting blue eyes at this time, and outsiders would be suspicious of him. hindered. Not knowing that he was idle upstairs, giving Little Tin Pipe all kinds of unnecessary advice to show that he seemed to know a lot about painting, he heard a commotion downstairs.

"What's the noise here! What's the noise!" he shouted as he descended the stairs. "Hey, dismiss and go home!" Poor girls to hear such rough words.Don't even feel the need to be angry.Because their desire to find a painter is too strong.Instead, they surrounded Quanzhi from all sides, called him dear Xiao Quanzhi, and begged him not to drive them away. "Hey, line up!" Quan Zhi pushed and shoved the girls.Squeeze them to the base of the wall, shouting, "Line up, tell you, or I will drive you all away!" "Oh, you are so wild, you don't know anything!" cried Little Snowflake. "Is it possible to do that? I'm ashamed of you."

"It doesn't matter," Quan Mo replied. At this moment another girl came briskly into the room, and taking advantage of the commotion, she slipped quietly to the stairs leading upstairs.He rushed towards her at a glance, intending to grab her arm roughly, but she stopped, gave him a haughty look, and resolutely waved his fingers in front of his nose and said, "Hey, wait a minute!" ! I don’t have to stand in line, I’m a poet!” Unaware of such an unexpected counterattack, the poet grinned in surprise, while the poet took advantage of his panic to turn around and walked leisurely towards the stairs.

"What did she say? Who is she?" Quan Wuzhi asked, pointing to the stairs in a panic. "Poets. Writers of poetry," the girls explained. "Ah..." Quan Zhi draws his voice, "It's nothing special. We also have a poet, who used to be my student. I taught him how to compose poetry before, and now he can do it himself." "Oh, how interesting! So you have also been a poet!" "Didn't." "Oh, what talent you have! You have been a painter and a poet..." "And he was a musician," Quan Wu proudly added. "Read us a poem you wrote."

"We'll talk about it later, later," Quan Zhi said pretending to be extremely busy. "What's the name of your poet?" "His name is Xiao Hua." "Oh, that's interesting!" The girls clapped their hands. "Your male poet is called Xiao Hua, and our female poet is called Mei Hua. Isn't it quite similar?" "It's kind of like it," said Quan Wuji in agreement. "Do you like the name?" "not bad." "Her poems are very good!" said the girls. "Oh, what beautiful poems! Go upstairs and she will probably read you her own poems. Whether you like her poems or not, that's the question." Very interesting."

"Okay, let's go upstairs," Quan Zhi agreed. When he came upstairs, the little tin pipe had almost finished drawing the blue-eyed portrait, and the beautiful flower was sitting on the sofa next to the little string instrument, talking to him about music.Knowing nothing, he paced up and down the room with his hands behind his back, squinting at the poetess from time to time. "Why are you walking back and forth here like a pendulum?" Mei Hua said to Quan Wu. "Sit down, or you will dazzle people's eyes." "You don't give orders here," replied Omniscient rudely, "I'll order the little tin pipe to stop painting you!"

"That's right! Can he really give you orders?" Meihua turned around and asked Xiaoxiguan. "Yes. He can do anything with us," the little tin tube who was working hard with a paintbrush didn't hear what Quan Mo said. "Of course I can," said Knuckles with certainty, "everybody has to listen to me, because I'm the boss." Meihua didn't know that she had such power among boys, so she decided to please him: "Excuse me, the balloon seems to be your idea?" "Who else could it be!" "I'll write a poem about you later."

"Very necessary!" Quan Zhi laughed. "That's needless to say!" Mei Hua said as if singing. "You don't know how good my poems are. Would you like to hear me read you one?" "Okay, you can read it," Quan Zhi graciously agreed. "Let me read you a poem I wrote a while ago about mosquitoes. Listen: I caught a mosquito, Da la, da la, da la! I love mosquitoes Da la, da la, da la! But the mosquitoes are worried, Poor mosquitoes. No, I'd better catch... Catch an ant. The little ant is also worried, It also likes to walk. I've had enough of messing with them

I should read a book. " "Yes, yes!" said the little tin pipe loudly, and clapped his hands. "A very good poem," said Little Harmony approvingly. "It's not only about mosquitoes, it's about reading books. It's a good poem." "Listen to one more song," said the poet, reading another one.This poem is no longer talking about mosquitoes, but dragonflies, and the ending is no longer "you should read a book", but "you should sew a dress". A poem about sights followed, ending with "You should wash your hands."The last poem read was "It's Time to Sweep the Carpet".

By this time the little tin tube had finished drawing the portrait of the blue eyes.Everyone gathered around the portrait, expressing their joy: "Beautiful! Wonderful! Charming!" "Honey, can't you draw me in a blue dress too?" Meihua said to the little tin tube. "Why is it blue? Aren't you wearing a green dress?" Little Tin Pipe asked in confusion. "Scary, dear, you're all the same anyway. The dress is green, so you painted it blue. If I knew blue eyes look so good in a blue dress, I'd wear a blue dress too." "Okay," agreed the little tin tube. "My eyes, please paint them sky blue." "Your eyes are brown," objected the little tin tube. "Here, dear, what's the trouble with you? If you can paint a green dress blue, why can't you paint brown eyes sky blue?" "There is a difference," answered the little tin tube, "you can wear a blue dress if you like; but you cannot get yourself sky-blue eyes, however much you like." "Well, that's right! Then you draw brown eyes, but make them bigger." "Your eyes are quite big." "Here, make it a little bit bigger. I want the eyes to be bigger. Please also draw the eyelashes a little longer." "Okay." "The hair should be painted golden. My hair is almost golden!" Meihua begged in a pleading voice. "Yes," agreed the little tin tube. He started to draw the poet, and the poet kept jumping up, running to the painting and shouting: "A little bigger eyes! Bigger, bigger, bigger, longer eyelashes! Smaller mouth... ...Smaller, smaller!" As a result, the eyes on the portraits were drawn larger than ever, and the mouth was as small as a tack cap.The hair appeared to be made of pure gold.The whole painting does not resemble the real person at all.However, the poetess liked the painting very much. She said that she would not want even the best portrait.