Wang Hao's words just came out.

An Ran smiled and mocked mercilessly.

"It's really someone who says what. also said that there is a lack of a woman, and she can say whatever she thinks about in her head, and she doesn't look at what kind of occasion it is. ”

Wang Hao is completely in and out of his left ear, and he is already immune to An Ran's words.

Chu Xiong also smiled lightly, "Wang Hao, you can listen to what the master said, if you don't know what to say, you can listen and learn." ”

Who knew that Chu Xiong's voice had just fallen. Mr. Redfish's eyes lit up and looked at Wang Hao.

"Xiaoyou, can you be more detailed?"

Wang Hao grinned, "Generals have the sorrow of generals, and ordinary people also have the sorrow of ordinary people, right? Maybe what I said was a little rough, but it probably meant that."

The city is full of prosperity and absurdity, but the absurdity is not enough.

Almost that.

I think a poor girl can be a mother who has returned from Pan'er, a wife who is eager for her husband, or a woman who is anxious for her husband.

I haven't read anything, and my speech is rough, so you can bear with me. ”

Mr. Redfish excitedly stood up from his chair and clapped his hands.

"Hahaha, suddenly bright! Suddenly bright! Bring a pen!"

Mr. Redfish was so excited that his eyes lit up,

This scene made everyone a little confused.

Everyone looked at Wang Hao and was stunned for a few seconds, but they didn't expect that the most unobtrusive person said something that sounded the least out of tune. It even got Mr. Redfish's approval.

Not long after, Chu Xiong brought a pen and ink inkstone.

Mr. Redfish picked up the pen and added a few strokes of brush.

In front of the city gate, an old woman trembled and held a piece of clothing to the soldiers guarding the gate.

At the head of the grave there are two mother and son wearing linen and filial piety.

I have to say that Mr. Red Fish's awesomeness only uses one color, so that people can see that the person in the painting is wearing linen and filial piety.

After Mr. Redfish put pen to paper.

Murong Du clapped his hands and praised!

"Finally! When I watched it before, I always felt half a breath off, but now it's like this. This half breath finally came up, and the whole painting was balanced in one go!"

Mr. Hongyu put down his pen, admired his new role, shook his head and praised, raised his head to look at Wang Hao, reached out and patted Wang Hao.

"Good eye, young man!"

Wang Hao grinned.

Several people admired the painting.

"It was perfect. Chu Xiong said happily.

An Ran patted his ass and said, "Mr. Hongyu's paintings really have the power of ghosts and gods, which is rare in the world, and ordinary people can win the painting world if they can have one-tenth of Mr. Hongyu's skills." ”

Murong Du has always had a lot of opinions about An Ran, and snorted coldly when he heard this.

"I'll just say that you doll is not sincere, always saying some sycophants, you have this kung fu, you might as well do something else. ”

An Ran's face turned blue and red.

Try to squeeze out a smile to laugh with.

"It's finally complete. Chu Xiong admired the painting.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Wang Hao spoke.

"I think there's something missing. ”

Several people looked at Wang Hao again, and An Ran was very unhappy.

"Wang Hao, don't you think you're amazing because you praise you for two sentences, do you really think you're capable when a blind cat encounters a dead mouse?"

Mr. Redfish and several people also began to automatically block what Enron said.

"Oh, what do you think is almost something?"

Wang Hao just wanted to speak, but Mr. Hongyu picked up the pen from the side and handed it to Wang Hao.

"All my emotions about this painting have been put into it, and I am full of feelings and feelings for it. If you feel that something is still missing, you can add it yourself. ”

An Ran hurriedly said, "Mr. Hongyu, how can you give this kind of painting to this kind of person at will and let him paint it, he doesn't understand anything, if you let him paint it, won't it ruin the beauty of this painting." Mr. Redfish, don't be impulsive. Destroy such a work of art. ”

Mr. Redfish looked at An Ran calmly, "Let me ask you, what is a work of art?"

One sentence directly asked An Ran stunned.

An Ran opened his mouth, "Mr. Redfish, although my artistic attainments are not as high as yours, I still understand some of the most basic things, and this kind of art cannot be touched by people who don't understand anything." Otherwise, it is a desecration of the work of art. ”

Mr. Redfish was not in a hurry, but said slowly.

"How do you know he doesn't understand?"

"I've known him for so long, and I know exactly who he is. I know more clearly how many pounds and taels he has. ”

Murong Du was already disgusted with Enron.

"Young people, don't be too aggressive in your speech, people should be more tolerant of each other, be more tolerant, and you will find that there will be many scenery in this world that you have never seen. ”

There were words in the words, but Enron didn't listen to them at all.

"Two gentlemen, I know him, I like this painting very much, you let a person who does not understand art touch a work of art, this is really a desecration of a work of art. ”

When Mr. Redfish was about to speak, Chu Xiong said in a round.

"Mr. Hongyu, I think what An Ran said is not unreasonable, this kind of painting, if someone else adds a sum of money, it is equivalent to a big gamble, the right bet is the icing on the cake, and the wrong bet is really a catastrophe." ”

When Mr. Redfish raised his hand and was about to hand the pen to Wang Hao, Chu Xiong reached out and grabbed Mr. Redfish's wrist.

"Sir think twice. ”

Mr. Redfish smiled lightly, "Mr. Chu, you are in love." ”

Chu Xiong was stunned for a moment, and then slowly let go of his hand.

Mr. Redfish handed the pen to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao took the brush with a smile.

When he was about to put down the pen, Cheng Xiaoxiao next to him pulled Wang Hao.

"Wang Hao, are you sure? Don't ruin such a good painting. ”

Wang Hao grinned, "You can rest assured." ”

After speaking, Wang Hao stretched out his hand and gently traced it in the hand of the child wearing linen and filial piety.

I saw the mourning stick in the child's hand waving, as if he was wielding a knife to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

Just a light addition, less than three seconds before and after.

Everyone was silent.

Invisibly, the whole painting gives people a sad and tragic emotion.

Chu Xiong's eyes lit up.

Mr. Redfish laughed.

Stretched out his hand and patted Wang Hao's shoulder heavily.

"The afterlife is terrible!Hahaha, the afterlife is terrifying!"

Wang Hao grinned.

Cheng Xiaoxiao poked his head, "What do you mean? I don't understand, it's the same as not drawing." ”

Murong Du shook his head and praised, "The realm has improved a lot all of a sudden, this is not the icing on the cake, this is a rebirth." ”

Wang Hao smiled and said, "The predecessors praised me, I just painted blindly." ”

"Tu Baozi, what do you mean by this? ”

"There are successors. ”

"It's just right, the interest is here, Mr. Murong, let's take advantage of the inscription now. Chu Xiong said.

But Murong Du slowly glanced at Wang Hao and said meaningfully.

"I wasn't the one who inscribed this painting. ”