Jiang Miaokong was no fool. He understood why Shen Shixu wanted to do this, but he didn't know how to draw.
"I can't draw. Sure, I consider myself a cultured thief, but that just means I know enough characters not to be completely illiterate. As for something as refined and uplifting as painting, why would you think a thief could do that?"
Jiang Miaokong's words left Shen Shixu speechless. After spending some time with this fellow and seeing him act so respectable all day, he had honestly forgotten that he was a thief.
"To be honest, you really don't look like a petty thief. Never mind. Since you can't draw, describe him and I'll draw."
Jiang Miaokong was just about to ask Shen Shixu what he thought a thief should look like when he heard Shen Shixu tell him to describe the man so he could draw him.
"Are you really that good? You can draw someone from just a few words? Will it actually look like him? What if the difference is so big that the waiter mistakes him for someone else?"
Without wasting words, Shen Shixu asked the innkeeper for a sheet of paper and a brush, found a clean table, and began drawing.
Shen Shixu's drawing attracted a crowd. After taking a look, they all marveled, "This young man is an excellent artist. It's so lifelike, exactly like that tall, quiet friend beside him."
Shen Shixu himself did not know why he had instinctively drawn Xiao Jinyi. The moment his brush touched the paper, Xiao Jinyi's image had appeared in his mind.
But there was no denying that Xiao Jinyi's looks were impeccable, making him an ideal model for a painting. With his tall frame, handsome features, and imposing gaze, he only had to stand there for