The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 613: Everyone's Artwork
Time flies and a week goes by quickly.

Zhang Wei called everyone together and took the elevator to the top floor.

Zhang Wei asked curiously, "Yifei, have you finished dealing with the issues in your community?"

Yifei waved her hand and said with a smile: "I appointed a deputy director and handed all the work over to him. It's much easier now. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the time to help you draw."

"Uh~"

"It's really the capital of all evil."

Having said that, Zhang Wei walked into the house.

Others followed.

Meijia rubbed her hands and said, "Well, Zhang Wei, do you want to take a rest for two days? Come back in two days to check the results."

Zhang Wei waved his hand to show that it was no big deal and said, "It's just looking at a painting, how tiring can it be? I've been looking forward to it for a week, and I'm excited just thinking about it."

Hearing this, Zhao Haitang smiled and said, "My paintings definitely exceed your expectations, Lawyer Zhang!"

After hearing what Zhao Haitang said, Zhang Wei became even more excited and asked, "Whose is this first painting?"

"its mine."

Dali walked forward and took down the white cloth on the wall.

An image of the evolutionary process from ape to man is presented.

Dali stood aside holding the white cloth, waiting for everyone's comments.

There was silence for a moment, and everyone looked confused.

Zhang Wei came back to his senses and asked Dali in confusion: "What is the meaning of your painting?"

"I have thought about it for a long time. Looking at the theory of evolution, the theory of relativity, and the Big Bang theory, I still think that the painting of human evolution history has the most scientific and rational appeal," Dali explained.

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Well, that's good. You have some ideas and are very generous."

Although it's a bit shocking, the drawing is quite similar and not unacceptable.

Zhang Wei pointed to another wall and asked, "Whose is the next one?"

Hu Qiang, who is Dali's intern boyfriend, quickly came to the wall and said, "I drew this."

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Oh, nephew! I'm looking forward to it."

Hu Qiang smiled and pulled the white cloth down.

Three unidentified cartoon characters appeared on the wall.

Pointing at the three cartoon characters that were getting bigger one by one, Zhang Wei asked curiously, "What does this mean?"

"The name of my picture is "The Evolution of Little Kalemi". This is Little Kalemi, this is Big Kalemi, and this is Super Kalemi."

Hu Qiang pointed at the cartoon characters on the wall and said, "The evolution of Xiao Kalemi symbolizes your evolution from an ordinary lawyer to an elite lawyer."

Zhang Wei showed a satisfied smile and said with emotion: "Well, very good! Thumbs up for you."

Although Zhang Wei doesn't understand why these cartoon characters look so funny, it's good to use himself as the theme.

"Uh~"

Xiang Yu leaned over to Nuolan and whispered, "If I remember correctly, Xiao Karami means little minions in the Northeastern dialect."

Nuolan nodded. Yes, the small fry among the lawyers was Lawyer Zhang.

Curry Sauce smiled and said, "This is a really good painting."

Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Okay, who's next?"

"I!"

Ziqiao walked from behind the group to the wall.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei smiled and said, "Hey, Ziqiao."

"This is a loving portrait I drew of you and Wu Yue."

Ziqiao solemnly pulled the white cloth aside.

Suddenly, two human-shaped outlines appeared on the wall!

Everyone: "."

Everyone else looked at Ziqiao in a daze.

Zhang Wei's mouth twitched a few times, and he asked, "Zi Qiao, is this before death or after death?"

"Isn't it obvious? Let me work on it a little bit."

After saying that, Ziqiao picked up a paintbrush from the side and walked to his painting.

In a few seconds, he drew two circles and a hook on their faces, forming a sloppy smiley face.

Ziqiao put away his brush, pointed at the even weirder painting, and said with a smile: "How is it? Doesn't it look more vivid with the expression?"

“Although I can’t tell the style, it has an abstract feel to it, which is pretty cool.”

Xiang Yu teased Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei looked at Zi Qiao with an unspeakable look, wanting to beat him to death. Everyone shut up.

Zhang Wei is not in a very good mood right now, so it’s better for him to talk less.

"Let's look at the next one."

Zhang Wei didn't want to comment and moved to the next painting.

“I am my own.”

Meijia and Curry Sauce ran to the wall, grabbed the white cloth, and said, "This is a joint masterpiece of Curry Sauce and I!"

The two authors pulled down the white cloth with great anticipation.

Two paintings with clear distinctions suddenly appeared.

Zhang Wei: “???”

On the left and right are two paintings drawn by two different people.

On the left, there is a semi-ellipse drawn on top and a non-straight horizontal line below.

The right side looks like a child's scribble.

A combination of landscape painting and wool appeared in front of everyone, with a picture frame on it.

Sometimes, the difference between you and a master is just a picture frame.

But sometimes, no matter how many frames you add, you're still the same.

Everyone looked confused and bewildered.

Zhang Wei was stunned for a while and said, "Don't tell me that the one on the left is the lawyer's grave, and the one on the right is you, who the hell?"

Mika explained: "What? It's called, 'How many strokes can you make with one crayon?'"

Everyone: "."

Zhang Wei wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. In the end, he suppressed the urge to curse and did not want to comment because he was afraid that he would burst into cursing.

Curry Sauce smiled and said, "Lawyer Zhang, don't worry. If you are not satisfied with this painting, I have another one."

"Dangdangdangdang~"

Curry sauce came to the wall and pulled down the white cloth with all his strength.

There was an ink fish on the wall.

Zhang Wei was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "This painting looks good, but why did you insist on painting a turtle?"

Curry Sauce explained a little embarrassedly: "It was Xiang Yu's idea."

Xiang Yu quickly explained: "I didn't teach you how to draw a turtle."

"You said you could put ink on the fish and slap it on the wall. There was no grass carp in the refrigerator, but I found a turtle in the refrigerator, so I used the turtle."

Xiang Yu said expressionlessly: "Why don't you slap Zhang Wei against the wall?"

Everyone: “Hmm???”

Others were also shocked by this strange painting.

Dali explained: "In fact, in ancient times, people often painted turtles on the walls."

Zhang Wei glanced at Curry Sauce with a depressed expression and walked right past her.

Xiang Yu stood in front of the canvas with a proud look on his face and said, "Okay, it's my turn now."

Zhang Wei nodded expressionlessly. Now he no longer dared to have any expectations.

“Please enjoy my masterpiece.”

Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief. Although the color looked a bit strange, it was acceptable.

Curry Sauce sniffed and asked in confusion, "Why does it smell strange?"

Meijia shrugged her nose and said, "It smells like crayfish."

Everyone turned their eyes to Xiang Yu, who spread out his hands and said, "Yes, I drew this with the crayfish broth."

Although Zhang Wei was a little speechless, the painting at least looked relatively normal.

Nuolan smiled and said, "Next is mine. My drawing is based on Zhang Wei's favorite SpongeBob SquarePants."

When Nuolan unveiled the canvas, Zhang Wei had his eyes closed.

It turned out that Zhang Wei was very prescient.

All I saw was a SpongeBob SquarePants doll, flattened and placed on the wall.

Zhang Wei secretly opened his eyes and asked in confusion: "Is this a painting?"

"Well, since I couldn't draw it well, I bought a SpongeBob SquarePants doll and asked Blackie to use that magic compressor to press it into a flat surface for me."

Xiang Yu hugged his wife's arm and said, "Wife, how can painting be so inconvenient? Today you have created a new school of painting."

(End of this chapter)