Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Almost all the young people in the courtyard had gathered, except for the Jia family and Sha Zhu. Even the three Yan brothers brought Yan Jiedi over to freeload, but Zhang Dabiao didn't care.

Everyone brought whatever they could find: vermicelli, steamed buns, mountain produce, cabbage, potatoes, radishes—basically, this big pot of hot pot broth. They ate as much as they could.

While everyone was eating and chatting, they suddenly started talking about Zhang Dabiao getting married.

Qin Jingru and He Yushui listened intently, while Xu Xiaoling was also very interested.

"Me? I'll have to wait at least a few more years, until I graduate from elementary school, otherwise it'll be too embarrassing to tell people."

Xu Damao didn't directly propose introducing Xu Xiaoling to him in this setting, but he subtly inquired, "So, Da Biao, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Brother Da Mao knows a lot of people, can I keep an eye out for you? Not to mention anything else, I'm very familiar with the ministry's cultural troupe!"

Actually, he only went a few times with his father to attend projectionist training meetings.

Liu Guangqi wasn't to be outdone: "Yeah, Da Biao, why don't you tell me? My classmate's younger sister, I can introduce you to her."

His classmates are all vocational school graduates, and they're all in cadre positions. It's like they're being introduced to you by the families of cadres—those are top-notch resources!

"Didn't I tell you last time? A woman with long, wavy hair."

[What kind of request is this? It's very ordinary, except for that big wave perm which is a bit troublesome. Who dares to get that kind of perm these days?]

Xu Damao, Liu Guangqi, and the others were stunned for a moment, while Yan Jiecheng hummed a word as he ate.

"Big breasts, wavy hair, long hair, and female—five conditions."

Everyone paused for a moment, only Zhang Dabiao gave Yan Jiecheng a thumbs up—

"Holy crap, Yan Jiecheng, it has to be you again!"

"No wonder he's the son of a Chinese language teacher; his ability to read and punctuate is absolutely amazing!"

Actually, Zhang Dabiao praised her with the last word—woman!

Tall or long-legged, must have hair, and most importantly, must be a woman!

It was only then that everyone realized that the big waves didn't refer to the hair!

Xu Damao and Liu Guangqi both spat out their food, thankfully not onto the table!

The girls blushed with embarrassment, their heads bowed, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

"Holy crap, Da Biao, that's amazing!"

Liu Guangtian choked, coughing as he gave Zhang Dabiao a thumbs-up: "Dabiao—cough—you fucking have this!"

Only Yan Jiekuang's younger brother muttered, "Isn't this just being a scoundrel?"

Zhang Dabiao pointed at Yan Jiecheng with his chopsticks: "Hey, don't talk nonsense. I'm talking about a woman with long, wavy hair. I mean a girl with long, wavy hair."

"It was your brother who broke the sentences apart like that. Even if it's considered indecent behavior, it's his doing. Arrest him if you want, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hahahaha—"

Yan Jiecheng's face turned green. "I'm just helping you punctuate a sentence and you call it being a hooligan?"

However, the group of young people were just joking around and didn't really take it seriously.

Xu Damao continued to urge, "Da Biao, what kind of wife do you envision, or rather, what do you think a beautiful girl should look like? Tell us."

Zhang Dabiao thought for a moment, and since the atmosphere had already reached this point, he might as well say it.

He also drank several glasses of wine; he was happy today, so he let loose.

"I think a beautiful girl should have eyebrows like willow leaves, and eyes as black and round as lychee seeds, clear and bright."

"Her lips were like cherries, her cheeks like apples when she smiled, her face like a ripe peach, fair and delicate, with a few fine hairs..."

Zhang Dabiao was describing his future girlfriend in terms of her appearance when the simple-minded Liu Guangtian suddenly interjected—

"Well, this girl looks like a 'fruit platter'!"

"Hahahahahahaha—" Everyone burst into laughter again. Zhang Dabiao was speechless. Damn it, Liu Guangtian, are you possessed by Yu Qian?

Are you here specifically to sabotage my platform?

The atmosphere in the backyard became even more lively and joyful.

Getting back to the main point, Zhang Dabiao explained, "That long, wavy hair thing was just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"I'll think about what kind of wife I want later; I'm not old enough right now, am I?"

"When it comes to relationships, you just happen to meet someone, and there's no telling what will happen."

But then Yan Jiekuang chimed in, "Brother Da Biao, why don't you draw what you think looks good or what you like? There are many of us, so we can help you look for some first?"

Yan Jiekuang's original intention was, "We can't just eat for free, right?"

But everyone else was surprised: "Da Biao, you can draw too?"

Yan Jiekuang immediately nodded repeatedly: "Brother Da Biao's paintings are amazing! They're just like the photos, even better!"

"That's why our art teacher even wanted to become sworn brothers with Brother Da Biao!"

But he silently complained to himself—it was because of this that his father had broken Zhang Dabiao's hand, which is why the art teacher knocked his father unconscious with a single punch.

Why did you hit the student's hand instead of the other way around?

He felt that Zhang Dabiao's hands were priceless!

So everyone immediately started making a fuss, especially the three girls He Yushui, Xu Xiaoling, and Qin Jingru, who also wanted to know what Zhang Dabiao meant by "good-looking".

Xu Damao asked doubtfully, "Da Biao, with your hand like this, can you still draw?"

"Drawing—that's my calling! Even if I can't use my hands, I can draw with my mouth or my feet!"

This isn't Zhang Dabiao bragging; he fractured his right arm in elementary school and spent three months doing his homework with his left hand.

I even tried using my feet, but gave up in the end because of the strong smell!

I also gave up on writing by biting the pen with my mouth, because the drool was so much that I couldn't even read the test paper.

I've injured my fingers occasionally since graduation, but I can still draw with a digital pen by tying a strip of cloth to my hand or by making a fist. It's just a bit slow.

So drawing was instinctive for him. Some of his classmates were even more amazing; they could draw on those huge 2.4m x 1.2m vertical felt canvases, the kind of contemporary expressionism they did, sketching with charcoal sticks tied to a broom, and finally painting with a mop dipped in ink.

Completely unrestricted by tools.

Finally, Zhang Dabiao even used AI to draw... Who the hell still uses a pen?

I don't need a keyboard or mouse, I'll use voice input! People used to say that all you needed to draw was hands, but now all you need is a mouth to speak!

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Dabiao had drunk a few ounces of liquor and was a little tipsy, so he decided to show off his skills.

Let them experience the shock of the heretical techniques used in 21st-century art college entrance exam classes!

In no time, he brought out a bunch of art supplies from his home (his small apartment).

The canvas was filthy, and everyone could tell at a glance that it was the result of years of practice. Although no one knew when Zhang Dabiao started practicing, his name was written on the canvas, and the paint was very old, so it was impossible to fake.

Is Zhang Dabiao secretly working hard to amaze everyone?

Could it be because he was once considered an idiot and felt inferior, which is why Zhang Bansian never mentioned it?

Oh dear—the child is really suffering.

However, now that his mind is clear, it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but Zhang Dabiao started eating right away.

draw?

Anyone can do it!