Lin Fei was not in a very good mood and completely entered a depressed state.

originally thought that after being separated from my senior sister for a few months and reuniting again, there would be endless words.

Results......

Thinking of this, Lin Fei let out a light sigh.

At this moment, a familiar scent of jasmine wafted in.

This lifted his spirits unconsciously.

He remembered that his senior sister loved jasmine the most, and there was a jasmine tree planted in Kunlun Mountain.

"What is a big man sighing for?" At this moment, the cold and soft voice of the senior sister came.

Lin Fei raised his head suddenly, and he saw that at some point, Senior Sister Qiansong Yixue was already standing in front of him.

"Senior sister......" Lin Fei couldn't believe it, looking at senior sister.

Qian Song Yixue didn't explain anything, stretched out her hand, grabbed his hand, and pulled him forward.

Curator Yue Yunling, Kong Lao and other old painters, their faces also showed disbelief: Could it be that Lin Fei is another person from Kunlun Feixue that Qiansong Yixue said?

The people around were surprised to see Qian Song Yixue pulling Lin Fei and walking to the middle of the hall, they recognized this Lin Fei as the person who called Senior Sister Qian Song Yixue just now, and Chen Gongnan was still making fun of him.

So everyone was very impressed.

Smack!

Chen Gongnan saw Qian Song Yixue walking in front of Lin Fei, pulled him back to the middle of the hall, and immediately thought of Lin Fei, who was another person from Kunlun Feixue that Qian Song Yixue said.

In a panic, the big wolf in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell into a basin of ink.

The wolf's head was in the ink, but the pen that was more than a meter long and the thickness of the arm smashed into other paints.

Chen Gongnan was shocked, this wolf has no pen, if he knocks over other basins with paint, what will he do?

Therefore, Chen Gongnan hurriedly bent over to grab the pen that the wolf had smashed into the paint basin.

However, he never expected that at this moment, Chen Gongnan accidentally slipped under his feet, and then tragedy occurred.

There was a crackling sound, and Chen Gongnan's whole person fell on several paint basins, knocking over the paint, and the colorful pigments dyed his face and green hair, like a demon, and his whole body was dressed in colorful clothes, like a big opera.

The audience was stunned!

Then, everyone didn't know what was going on, they felt inexplicably happy, and a smile began to appear in their eyes and from the corners of their mouths, but they tried their best to endure it.

Chen Gongnan got up from the pile of paint, saw that everyone was looking at him with surprised eyes, and tried his best to hold back a smile.

Looking at Qian Song Yixue again, he was still holding Lin Fei's hand, but she looked at him expressionlessly.

At this time, she approached Lin Fei and said softly: "Lin Fei, didn't he make fun of you just now? ”

Lin Fei suddenly understood, why did the senior sister give Chen Gongnan sunglasses and ask him to dip his pen in ink, daring to treat him as a joke?

It seems that the senior sister is still his good senior sister.

When Chen Gongnan heard this, he was ashamed and angry in his heart, he knew that Qian Song Yixue had ignored Lin Fei on purpose before, and gave himself sunglasses and let himself dip his pen in ink, just treating him as a joke.

Because the pen is dipped in ink, it is also the ink dipped in the pen held by Qiansong Yixue and Lin Fei.

Isn't that meant to make him a joke?

"Quick, quick, quick, clean up the paint on the ground, and take Deputy Curator Chen to clean it. The curator Yue Yunling was very depressed when Chen Gongnan knocked over the paint, and immediately ordered the staff to clean it up.

Several staff members immediately cleaned up the paint, and Chen Gongnan, who was all over the body, also left under the guidance of a staff member.

And the audience, who were blushing like monkey butts, finally burst into the hall with laughter: "Haha......"

Chen Gongnan, who had just walked into the bathroom, heard laughter from outside, gritted his teeth in anger, and looked at himself like a red, green, and green monster in the mirror, and he secretly decided: Lin Fei, Qian Song Yixue, I will definitely double the shame I suffered today.

In the hall on the first floor, the overturned paint and the soiled floor have been cleaned up, but fortunately, the paint is some distance from the white paper on which the painting is made, so it is fine.

The staff put on new paint.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Qian Song Yixue and Lin Fei again.

Qian Song Yixue picked up the microphone and said, "Just now, because someone had an accident, I interrupted what I was going to say to everyone."

Now I will continue to say, that's right, as you can see, Kunlun Feixue is another person, that is, this person next to me, his name is Lin Fei, and he is my junior brother.

In the past few years, half of my popular paintings in China have been painted by Lin Fei, and I have painted the other half, which is also the reason why my stage name is Kunlun Feixue.

It took the snow of my thousand songs and the snow of Lin Fei respectively, and combined them into one.

Today, I will join forces with Lin Fei and Kunlun Feixue again to draw a picture for everyone!"

The audience, upstairs and downstairs, immediately remembered the thunderous applause.

Lin Fei listened to Qian Song Yixue's words, and then he realized why he searched for Kunlun Feixue's paintings on the computer last night, why they looked very similar to the paintings he painted.

It turned out that he had painted half of the paintings, and his senior sister had painted the other half, and Kunlun Feixue, which was named after the two of them, came out, thinking that the senior sister would take her name together with her own name.

Lin Fei's heart warmed.

"Senior sister, thank you. Lin Fei was very happy.

"Don't talk nonsense, that Chen Gongnan is not here, only you have done it yourself, just like we are in Kunlun Mountain, you draw half of it first, and I will draw the other half." Qiansong Yixue said.

Lin Fei nodded.

Then Lin Fei walked to the big wolf in the bucket, held the pen in one hand, shook it lightly in the bucket, and took it out and quickly fell into the basin full of ink.

The wolf does not have more than one point, no less than one point, and dips in the ink for three points.

Then, Lin Fei took off his shoes, put white socks on his feet, leaped up, held the wolf hair in his hand, and landed on the huge white rice paper in the middle of the hall, two meters wide and six meters long, and began to splash ink.

I saw dozens of pounds of wolf hair in Lin Fei's hand, as light as a feather, swaying freely, hooking, rubbing (rubbing), dyeing, and dotting on the white paper.

Lin Fei's figure is flowing water, as light as a swallow, and he has been in and out of the white paper several times and dipped in ink, swaying to his heart's content.

I saw him wielding a sword like a mad sword, and like a torrential wind, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Everyone was fascinated by it, and it was truly a feast for the eyes and the arts.

An hour later, Lin Fei flew up from the white paper and landed in front of the basin that had been filled with ink several times and had been dipped dry by Lin Fei Wolf Hao.

After Lin Fei's hour-long swagger, on the white paper, a picture scroll of magnificent rivers and mountains has appeared.

At this time, a ribbon as white as a match flew out of Qian Song Yixue's hand, and it immediately wrapped around the little wolf Hao.

Qian Songyi Xue Yu's hand waved, and the little wolf dipped it in the paint, and then flew to the river and mountain painting scroll on the white paper.

Everywhere the little wolf Hao went, rivers, trees, bridges, people, smoke, rain and snow, and the rivers and mountains seemed to come to life.

If the magnificent rivers and mountains painted by Lin Fei are bones, then Qiansong Yixue constantly adds the color of the scenery is flesh and gods.

An hour later, with a thousand songs, the snow ribbon

The little wolf Hao mentioned the words "Kunlun Flying Snow Map".

A majestic atmosphere, infinite artistic conception, and breathtakingly beautiful Kunlun flying snow picture appeared in everyone's eyes.

(End of chapter)