Zhang Yihang babbled on the stage with a lot of nouns that everyone couldn't understand, and combined the various painting methods of famous teachers of various generations to achieve this work.

In the end, he also said affectionately, "The mountains and rivers have you, and I can see the depth of my affection."

When everyone heard this, they were all busy and moved their faces in a different direction. For a while, all eyes were staring at Zhao Yihuan.

"Why are you looking at me one by one, what are they doing in YY?" Although Zhao Yihuan could only see a few people around her looking at her intently, there was always a strange atmosphere lingering around her. She felt like a monster, a monster ready to be beaten.

Are they in YY? Isn't that obvious?

There is no need to discuss it behind the scenes, everyone said that this is "very good".

Zhao Yihuan, who is short-sighted, is still sitting far away, and can only look at photos and screenshots on his mobile phone, where is the point?

However, some old men sitting in the front row took off their reading glasses and looked at it from a distance, and they were shocked to see the appearance of a young girl.

"Mountains and rivers have you, it turns out that this is what it means. ”

The old man smoothed his gray beard and said, "This young man is quite thoughtful. ”

"Sir, do you know something?" Next to the old man sat a fashionable girl dressed in a foliage outfit, her head bowed, her lips pursed slightly, and she asked.

"If you look closely at this painting, maybe you'll understand. "The old man is tricky, and the fashionable girl can only look at the flowers in the fog and look at it again.

"Oh! There is a bright moon in the painting, and the bright moon reflects a beautiful woman. Yes, indeed talented. The fashion girl's eyes were full of appreciation, and her heart was drawn to this interesting soul.

The fashion girl smiled, "I finally understand why the old gentleman asked me to sit in the front, it turns out that there is still this beautiful scenery to see." ”

"The shallowness of the bright moon shows the depth of love. The old man seems to have figured out Zhang Yihang's mind for a long time, but he is just habitually playing tricks and showing off his talents.

The fashion girl didn't know anything, so she asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"He has people he likes, and the people he likes are as unattainable as the bright moon. ”

"Ahh Perhaps this is the manifestation of "humility on the surface, but lack of beating on the inside".

The fashionable girl has also changed from the original, he is probably this kind of person, to now, he must be this kind of person and sigh for the deep change.

"I really feel sorry for that woman, she was actually taken by such a person. The fashionable girl gradually felt pity for the girl in Zhang Yihang's heart.

After all, Zhao Yihuan is cold, and he is still creepy.

"The bright moon is as shallow as a mirror, and the boudoir is as deep as the sea. Hibiscus rouge is pale pink, whose little girl has new makeup. The old man closed his eyes and chanted.

"Old man, where did you get this limerick?" The fashionable girl found out the old man's catties early in the morning, he himself can't compose poems, but quoting other people's poems is a must.

"Stolen from above. The old man pointed to the landscape painting above and replied.

The fashionable girl smiled heartily, but still praised with a clear conscience, "Sir, you are smart." ”

The fashion girl was not too surprised, after all, it was his habitual behavior. It's just that he is the only one who can read poetry so seriously.

The fashion girl looked at the stage, and at this time, Zhang Yihang, who was arranging his collar, also looked down the stage.

The fashionable girl raised her hand to say hello, then nodded and smiled, and her eyes hinted at each other, I am here to see you today.

It is estimated that today, Zhang Yihang will not be idle.