"It's inside, but you need to bring your own pigment, pen and ink."

Zhong Yue frowned, "That's it... classmate, I'm not very familiar with this place. I'll give you a hundred yuan, help me get some paint, pen, ink and paper, okay?"

"One hundred? Are you sure?"

When Zhong Yue saw that some people were walking together, someone was interested and said, "Of course."

"What kind of pigment pen and ink do you want?"

"It is best to have more complete paint, pen and ink in Chinese painting."

"No problem. You can use it, right? If you want brand new, this hundred dollars may not be enough."

"Can."

"Okay, you wait."

Zhong Yue stood in front of the screen wall, waiting for the kind-hearted classmate who "does money when he sees money" to come over. He really doesn't have much money on hand now. When he arrives in Shanghai, he has to think of a way to make up the painting. Otherwise, the 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in the card may be enough for food after paying the tuition fee.

However, he can still make ink now, and there are still dozens of achievement points left. It is enough for him to exchange a batch of ink square materials of 500 kilograms of oil.

It is not easy to live on the Gold Coast on Shanghai.

If Zhong Yue wants to take root, he has to work hard...

More than twenty minutes later, the classmate came over with a plastic bag.

"Do you see if these are suitable? Let's make a statement first. Remember to pay it back after using it, otherwise I won't want this hundred yuan."

Zhong Yue said: "Okay."

"So refreshing? No, I have to bet an extra 100 yuan on my side, otherwise what if you run away with it?"

Zhong Yue was amused and cried, and said, "Okay."

He looked at the paint, pen and ink in the plastic bag, and very ordinary things. I'm afraid that the piles will add up to less than a hundred yuan. But he didn't mind, so he took out two pieces of 100 yuan and handed them to the man, "Just come in an hour and come to me."

"Well. I'll go back to the dormitory to play games first."

The two of them left each other. Zhong Yue first went in and looked at it and found that there was a studio for people to use. Since they were almost gone, there were no people in the open studio. Zhong Yue found a place and put the rice paper, pen and ink.

He walked out of the studio and stood outside.

"Scene reappears."

"drop."

"The system location is completed."

"Host location is complete."

"Start up scene reappears."

The scene in front of Zhong Yue gradually became blurred.

A curved ditch flows through from west to east.

Above the ditch, the stream is clear, lotus leaves are floating above, and wine glasses are held on the leaves.

Celebrities and gentlemen in ancient costumes sat on the ground by the Qushui River, calling on friends to attract their companions.

Wherever the wine glass was stopped, a famous official raised his glass to drink and wrote poems to cheer him up.

A few feet away, a stone pavilion stands above the Qushui River.

The people among them write quickly, stroke their beards and chuckle, or raise their glasses to drink.

The wine is in full swing.
Chapter completed!