Regardless of the strong protests of Zhou Hua and the others, Zhao Mu sketched portraits of the three with great interest.

The first few photos were miserable, which made Zhou Hua and the three of them want to die. Of course, what the three of them wanted to do more was to strangle Zhao Mu.

After the portraits of the three people were painted, they were all strange and miserable, and they ushered in the angry eyes of the three people.

The three of them glanced at each other, and Ruda suddenly spoke: "Third child, you can paint yourself in the next painting." ”

"Yes, draw yourself, share the joy, you have to be involved. Zhou Hua interfaced.

Zhao Mu said innocently: "It was really an accident just now, and I will definitely not have such a thing happening again, you must believe me." ”

"Cut, I believe that you are a ghost, we have already believed you three times, and the result?"

"Okay, I've said that you still don't believe it, I'll draw myself on this one, and let you see if what I said is true. ”

Zhao Mu's speed was very fast, and under the witness of the three of them, a new portrait was freshly baked after a while, and the expressions of the three of Luda became very exciting.

"I said, you guys are doing this on purpose, aren't you? I drew so ugly, but I drew so well, I look at the fight. ”

Facing the anger of the three of them, Zhao Mu had no choice but to hug his head and run away, "I said, this is really not my intention, okay, it was just a mistake before I said it, and you yourself didn't believe me." ”

"Hmph, do you think we'll still believe your words? ”

After a fight, Zhao Mu, who was in a mess on his body, looked at his clothes with a distressed face, is it troublesome to wash clothes.

In the next painting, Zhao Mu's performance suddenly improved, and there was no longer the previous situation.

The three of Luda glanced at each other, looked at the miserable three paintings of themselves in the corner, and unanimously thought that this must be Zhao Mu's intention, it seems that this guy is just undertidying, no, it's okay all of a sudden, Zhao Mu had to be speechless about this.

The drawings were completed quickly under Zhao Mu's hands, and the quality of the paintings was also improving at a visible speed.

"Third child, you're making progress too fast, aren't you? Are you sure you haven't studied painting before?"

"Well, I've learned it, but I haven't practiced it for a long time, and now it's good to be familiar with the feel. ”

Zhou Hua was suspicious: "How long is it?"

Zhao Mu smiled at this, if the casual graffiti when he was a child is a painting, then he has not been in contact with painting for more than ten years, of course, Zhao Mu will definitely not say this.

When Zhao Mu stopped the pencil in his hand, the level of painting had stabilized, and there was already a thick stack of paintings on the table.

Zhao Mu knew in his heart that his current level had reached the level of fourth-level painting by this point, and the practice just now was to familiarize himself with the control of his own strength when painting, and if he wanted his skills to go to the next level, he would either spend time and practice for a long time, or spend popularity points to inherit the fifth-level painting knowledge.

After stabilizing the level of painting, as long as he is familiar with his feel after a period of time, his level can ensure that there will be no regression, Zhao Mu put his mind at ease.

Although Zhao Mu's current level is not the best, it can be regarded as a good shot.

Nowadays, whether it is calligraphy or painting, there are no masters, and the masters who rarely shoot are considered to be the highest level, and those who have reached the first-class and second-rate level are considered to be famous at home and abroad and at home respectively.

Only the students of Imperial Capital University and a small number of other schools can be lucky enough to enjoy the professors of first-class second-rate masters, while most of the professional teachers in most other schools are basically third-rate and fourth-rate teachers, and it is difficult for any teacher to have a second-rate level.

Those who have reached the second-rate and third-rate and fourth-rate levels are the mainstays of the circle, flooding education and other professional fields.

The second, third and fourth-rate level is the mainstream of society, and Zhao Mu's current level can be regarded as touching the tail of the mainstream, even if he only relies on his own painting level, he can support himself very well.

Of course, there must be a big gap between Zhao Mu and the monsters in the school who have reached the top of the third-rate school and are close to the level of second-rate school teachers.

In fact, this is not only the case with calligraphy and painting, but also in many other industries in the cultural world.

The development of society and the emergence of a large number of new things have had a serious impact on the cultural circle, not only the cultural circle, but all the traditional culture in China has been seriously hit, some have declined, and some have even been lost.

After stabilizing his level of painting, Zhao Mu first thought of the reason why he chose painting in the first place, and Zhao Mu felt that he should take this as his first painting.

I wanted to do it alone first, but after thinking about it, Zhao Mu gave up this decision.

"She'd be happier to let her see me finish the painting herself, wouldn't she?"

sent a message to Zhang Ling, saying that there was a surprise for her, and then Zhao Mu went out with tools.

Zhao Mu chose the location in a studio of the school, which happened to be occupied by no other students now, which happened to be cheaper than Zhao Mu.

It didn't take long for Zhang Ling to come to the agreed studio, and he still had doubts in his heart, what was Zhao Mu doing, and what surprises needed to be given to him in the studio.

Let Zhang Ling wait on the side, Zhao Mu picked up the drawing board and began to prepare for action.

Seeing Zhao Mu's movements, Zhang Ling understood that Zhao Mu wanted to give him a painting, and he completed it himself, so he waited with a smile and anticipation.

The scene that needed to be drawn had already been deeply imprinted in Zhao Mu's mind, and without much preparation, Zhao Mu started to write directly.

When he lifted the pen, Zhao Mu was smiling, and he was looking forward to the work he was going to complete.

A painting Zhao Mu quickly completed, after the painting Zhao Mu looked at it carefully, did not wrinkle, and then tore off the paper and chose to start again.

The second one Zhao Mu took a lot more time than the first one, but after finishing and looking at it for a while, Zhao Mu's brows furrowed even deeper, and he tore off this one again to start the next one.

One painting after another was completed, but Zhao Mu's brows were furrowed deeper and deeper, and the drawing paper was torn off.

When Zhao Mu sank into his spirit, Zhang Ling, who was sitting on the side with an expectant expression, looked at Zhao Mu's frowning brows more and more, and quietly walked behind Zhao Mu and looked at the drawing board in front of Zhao Mu.

Another painting was completed, but Zhao Mu looked at the picture in front of him at this time, his brows furrowed, and his hand reached out to the drawing board again.

A hand reached over and interrupted Zhao Mu's movements, "What are you doing, isn't it good, why do you want to tear it?"

Zhao Mu came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "No, the painting is too bad, this is not the work I want, it's torn." ”

Zhang Ling snatched the paper from the drawing board, "No, this is mine, I said I can't tear it, this is a gift you gave me, it's up to me to decide." ”

(End of chapter)