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Since she was outside, Ye Chan couldn't look at the barrage one by one, so she turned on the function of automatically reciting the barrage.

Then I only heard a mechanical female voice: "Is the anchor's younger brother going to draw children's paintings?"

"When I was young, I also liked to let my sister model for me, but my sister wouldn't let me. The anchor sister did a really good job."

"I want to draw anchors too!"

"Can my little brother draw? I learned to sketch when I was that old, but I can only draw all kinds of cubes, haha."

"Abandoning my younger brother should make it impossible to tell the difference between sketches and children's drawings."

"Little brother, how do you feel about your painting skills?"

The audience in the live broadcast room was also ridiculing in various ways, and the robot that read the barrage also read it to Ye Xuan one by one.

It seems that everyone does not believe that Ye Xuan can draw.

However, even Ye Chan didn't believe that his younger brother could draw anymore. The other audience members were just strangers, so they naturally believed in Ye Chan and felt that Ye Xuan could not draw.

Hearing someone ask him what he thinks about his painter, Ye Xuan smiled and said, "I should be fine with my painter."

"Make it? It's over, I seem to see the little brother pointing at a stickman and saying that this is the anchor."

"Little brother should be quite self-aware, but now the child is incredible, maybe he has also been trained in interest classes?"

The people in the live broadcast room continued to make jokes.

Ye Chan heard that he was worried about Ye Xuan's injury, and said to the people in the live broadcast room: "Oh, don't worry, what if he can paint? To be honest, I have never seen him paint. Let's give him a picture first. Opportunity. If the painting is not good... just frame it for him, and when he grows up, let him look at his own dark history and be shy, hee hee hee.”

Ye Chan's performance is still very cute. As soon as she is cute, people in the live broadcast room are embarrassed to complain again.

They also said: "Look, look, my anchor Mei Ruotianxian just doesn't want her to be painted badly. You have to do your best, little brother."

Then Ye Xuan started to draw.

Ye Xuan put the mobile phone behind Ye Xuan to live broadcast, and Ye Xuan blocked the painting, so in the live broadcast, he could only see Ye Xuan's hand moving, but he could not see what he drew.

"Oh, little brother is blocking the painting, we can't see it!"

"How is he drawing, did you just see it?"

"At first I saw that he seemed to have drawn an outline, and it was a little interesting to start. He must have learned something."

"I can't see how his painting is going. I'll go to the door to smoke a cigarette and let it air out for a while."

"Hey, don't let Coke go, can't you still see the anchor if you can't see the painting?"

"The anchor stood there for a while and then his legs shook. She also looked like a house girl and lacked exercise."

After a while, Ye Chan in the distance couldn't hold on anymore, she was too tired to pose.

Ye Chan has been doing live broadcasts at home for a long time, and live broadcasting is also a very tiring thing, often just sitting there for a few hours, so Ye Chan is also lack of exercise. At this time, her calf has almost no muscles, and she feels back pain after standing for a while. .

Ye Chan looked at Ye Xuan so interested, and was a little helpless. It was the first time my younger brother was painting, so he couldn't beat him, right? Therefore, you must take this matter seriously, and show your attitude by posing well.

Sweat dripped from Ye Chan's forehead, Ye Chan felt that her calf was shaking, and she couldn't hold on anymore.

So Ye Chan said: "Little brother, how are you painting?"

Ye Xuan naturally also saw that Ye Chan's physical strength was poor, and he also accelerated the speed of writing and said, "You will be better if you hold on for a while."

The people in the live broadcast room also saw Ye Xuan's arm moving very fast at this time, and they all said: "It's over, has my brother given up the treatment? It's time to start ghost painting."

"Little brother, if the anchor is tired, let her rest for a while, don't worry, although the pose has not changed a little after painting, but a beginner like you..."

"It's impossible to draw so fast if you really know how to sketch. It's over, and you won't be able to see it for a while."

"Still Coke is so smart, it's so nerve-wracking to watch here."

After a while, Ye Xuan finally said, "It's done."

Ye Chan was relieved, and after stretching for a while, he ran over to see it from the other side.

"It's finished! Let's see what the painting looks like!"

"I wonder what little brother drew so quickly."

"Don't get your hopes up. After all, it was drawn by a child, and I guess it's about the same level as my nephew."

However, Ye Chan's expression was indeed horrified at this time. He stood still and did not speak, as if he had seen an alien.

His eyes were full of surprise, disbelief, confusion, and sluggishness.

The people in the live broadcast room were stunned when they saw Ye Chan's expression.

"Ah? What's wrong with the anchor? Why are you standing still?"

"Isn't it my screen card?"

"No, isn't the little brother behind her still moving, and the grass in the picture is also moving."

"The anchor looks so surprised, isn't it the little brother who really drew the stickman?"

"It won't be a masterpiece of abstraction, will it?"

"I heard that some children now have inspiration. When they draw, they also draw ghosts and dirty things that ordinary people can't see?"

"No, no, no. That's scary."

"Otherwise, how do you explain the anchor's expression? Could it be that Van Gogh is alive? Ah... Cola, are you back?"

"Uh, I'm not here for a while, why is the anchor like this? Has the little brother drawn it?"

"The painting is done, but it is very strange. The anchor looked shocked after seeing the painting, and didn't show us what the painting looked like."

Ye Chan's expression began to return to normal, and after a few words with Ye Xuan, he said, "Little brother, you seem to be blocking the camera."

So Ye Xuan left the side of the painting, and the painting was revealed at once.

In the painting, there is an elf-like girl standing in the courtyard, looking around curiously. Ye Xuan used the method of combining virtual and real to paint the surrounding environment like a fairyland, and it also brought out the beauty of the elves in the painting.

The beautiful light and shadow hit Ye Chan's body, making her look divine and kind and moving, and anyone who sees it will like it very much.

The people in the live broadcast room were stunned for a while, and then the barrage exploded directly.

"Wow! Fairy!! So beautiful!!"

"If 66666 hadn't seen the drawing by my younger brother at the scene, I would have thought it was a photo print."

"This can compete with the master! This painter! It can compete with the Qingming Riverside Map!"

"Changing the River during the Qingming Festival? It's not that painting style that can't be compared. If I tell you, I just thought he would be Picasso's heir, but now I didn't expect him to be Da Vinci's heir."

"I'm going? This little brother only looks like eight or nine years old? I was playing in the mud when I was eight!"

Then, the people in the live broadcast room also began to brush gifts.

Airplanes and rockets flew all over the sky, and then Ye Chan's live broadcast room suddenly exploded, attracting many people to come in to watch.

Everyone who came to see them was amazed. Is that okay? This is real? 66666!

Ye Chan was also stunned when she saw the gifts on the screen. After a while, Ye Chan woke up and found that she couldn't stay like this.

"Thank you whale for the big rocket!"

"Thank you Coke's Ferris Wheel!"

Ye Chan also started to get busy, thanking all kinds of gifts.

She didn't expect that the younger brother could draw so well, and she didn't expect him to bring so much enthusiasm and gifts to her.