Zhang Tong's father is tall and thin, well-dressed, wearing glasses, and has an intellectual temperament.
"Do you want us to get so many?" Mother Qian pointed to the murals with her red nails.
"Yes." The village chief nodded.
Mother Qian pursed her lips and glanced at Qin You with some displeasure, her heart was already burning.
What kind of messed-up program did Qin You bring him here? It's fine if it's in the countryside. There are no interesting games and no sightseeing arrangements.
Actually let them paint murals here!
Feelings are here for voluntary activities!
It's really a bit inexplicable!
Qin You was also stunned, she was a little confused about the routine of the program group, and the current trend was not a variety show at all, it was like a public welfare program for the protection of history and culture.
How can such a program attract the love of young people?
No matter how bad it is, there should be more missions, let the guests contribute a little joke or some contradictions!
Only in this way can there be topics and enthusiasm!
Sheng Huaijing looked at the colorful paints with great interest, took the lead to pick up a painting tray and brush, and asked a young man, "Hello, how do you paint this?"
The man smiled and led Sheng Huaijing to a wall.
The entire surface of the wall is a large area of ??forest, and there are birds of various colors and postures on the treetops, on the grass, and in the air.
In the middle, a tiger with the word "King" painted on its forehead is lying on the grass, and on its head is a bird with colorful feathers, combing its feathers.
The sturdy tiger has tenderness in its eyes, and the bird on its head is even more contented.
The whole picture is a lively and leisurely picture.
Together with Nie Nianqiao, Zhao Miaomiao also found a teacher, and began to learn how to trace those murals, so that they can return to their original bright colors.
Others also began to work one after another.
Qin You hesitated for a moment, smiled professionally, and dragged the somewhat reluctant Mother of Qian to the wall.
"Sister Xiaowu, what kind of bird is this?" Nie Nianqiao asked, pointing at a small heathen-gray bird.
"This is Yuan Bird. It is a kind of bird with a clear and crisp cry and a lively temperament. Its favorite thing to do is to stand on a high place and sing.
Every spring, the cry of the Yuan bird will come and go, and it will become the most beautiful sound in the forest. "Zhao Miaomiao glanced at the bird and said.
"Oh, what about this one?" Nie Nianqiao asked again, pointing to a blue bird.
"This is the mellow bird. This kind of bird likes to eat fish the most. Have you seen its beak? Is it long and pointed, like a sharpened stick. They are fast, and they pass by the water every time. , can hit small fish."
"Wow, sister Xiaowu, you really know everything!" Nie Nianqiao's eyes brightened, and she admired Zhao Miaomiao even more.
She said mischievously, "Sister Xiaowu, do you know all the animals on this mural?"
Zhao Miaomiao stood a little further away, glanced at the murals, nodded, "I know them all."
"Puff," Qin You covered his mouth and smiled, "Qiang Wu, there are probably hundreds of species of birds on this mural, so don't talk big!"
"There are 350 birds, big and small, on this mural. Our village has been in touch with these from ancient times to the present, so we all know about them. If the little girl knows all of them, it will be really amazing." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com