Shen Qinglan had just sat down shortly after coming out of the kitchen when she saw Shen Qingfeng holding something as he entered the courtyard with Zhang Xiaolian, who was carrying Shen Tao.
Shen Qingfeng was quite handsome, with wheat-colored skin and a tall, slim build - a bona fide attractive guy.
Zhang Xiaolian also had good looks, with a delicate charm, appearing petite beside Shen Qingfeng.
Shen Qingfeng said, "Qinglan, I brought you the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Draw a picture for me to see."
Shen Qingfeng brought over a long table, set out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and even insisted on grinding the ink for Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan didn't refuse. After spreading and smoothing the paper, she took the brush that Shen Qingfeng handed over.
She thought for a moment, then, with her left hand supporting the table and her right hand holding the brush, she bent partially over and began drawing on the paper.
