"This ......"

Feng Nanhong's face was solemn, and when he saw Hao Jian's drinks, he subconsciously turned his head, looked at his old friend, and saw that his face was also dignified, so he nodded???? ?? ? ?ｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

Unlike other people's puzzles, these first-class artists have tried to paint with alcohol, but the color of the wine is difficult for them to control.

How can a painter who can't even control color paint?

“……”

Hao Jian touched his chin, glanced at Yuan Shanshan, and smiled.

"Huh!"

I saw that Hao Jian opened more than ten bottles of wine of different colors in an instant, poured them into the cups, and released a bunch of empty cups at the same time.

"Wow!"

With a wave of the brush in his hand, he brushed over the wine, and then dropped the first stroke of the painting.

"Good and profound skill......"

Watching the wine fall on the paper and scatter did not affect the beauty of the painting, but I felt that the young man had calculated the tendency of the wine to disperse, so as to guide them to paint.

Feng Nanhong was secretly frightened, even he couldn't reach this kind of painting ability, and as far as he knew, there were very few people in Huaxia who could use wine to paint, so few that there were almost none.

So this time, he watched the movements in Hao Jian's hand intently, he was not one of those so-called second-rate and third-rate artists, he was a real first-rate artist.

Even if his current strength has reached a bottleneck, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to break through the bottleneck, as long as he can learn Hao Jian's wine painting skills, it may make his skills a few percent higher.

However, those young artists were a little shocked to see Hao Jian painting with wine, but then they were a little puzzled, after all, they saw that these drinks were very messy, falling on the drawing paper, very messy, and they couldn't see what he wanted to paint at all.

Xie Ping glanced at it and didn't look at it, he wanted to oppose him with this kind of strength? In his opinion, Hao Jian was just scribbling on it, after all, no one could see what he was going to paint.

However, he did not speak sarcastically, as an artist, he has a certain quality, that is, it is rude to disturb others while they are painting.

What's more, there are also Yuan Shanshan and those first-class artists who are here today, he has lost enough face before, but now he must think carefully about how to get his face back.

This guy ......

Yuan Shanshan glanced curiously at Hao Jian, who was painting seriously, and was also very curious, what kind of painting would Hao Jian make for her?

Some people present may doubt Hao Jian's strength, but she will never be, to be honest, she can reach this level now, reach the level of international recognition, and many of them are because of Hao Jian.

She knew that Hao Jian's strength was much stronger than her, and it could even be said that it was far surpassing, and as for these first-class artists here, they were not taken seriously by Hao Jian at all.

After all, his works, whether they are attentive or casual, throwing out any piece will make many artists squeeze their heads, but unfortunately, Hao Jian has never regarded his works as works.

"Huhuhu......"

His hands danced rapidly, the brushes in his hands kept changing, and various colors, under his mixing, were slowly revealed, and the outlines in the paintings were slowly presented in front of everyone.

Judging from the outline alone, they could only vaguely recognize that it was a human form, but it was much better than not being able to see anything just now, and everyone held their breath and quietly waited for Hao Jian to stop writing.

"Smack!"

It was just at a certain moment that Hao Jian's hands were suddenly stained with wine, and the wine on his hands was imprinted on the drawing paper, and suddenly, there were two slap marks on the drawing paper.

And seeing this situation, everyone was stunned, these drinks are difficult to paint, and now doing so, isn't it destroying the painting?

Everyone was puzzled, but they still didn't speak, but waited.

The paintbrush in his hand danced, did he bring a trace of wine, and the two slap prints were slowly assimilated by Hao Jian.

Half an hour later......

When the last stroke fell, Hao Jian's eyes flashed, and he threw the paintbrush in his hand casually, and then he didn't care about anything else, turned around and walked towards the sink, and the wine on the painting was not dry yet, and he needed to wait for the wine to dry before he could lift this painting.

But fortunately, the quality of this paper is good, and under the erosion of so many drinks, it has not been broken, and it has not been wrinkled because of the wine.

After Hao Jian washed his hands, he saw that the wine on it was almost dry, so he pointed to this painting with a smile and said with a smile: "Everyone, this is my gift to Shanshan." ”

"It's ......"

After the wine was dry, the real content of the painting finally appeared, and some people who were close to saw the contents of the painting changed slightly.

Xie Ping, who relied on his strength, was closest to Hao Jian, and he saw the content at a glance, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Is such a delicate painting really made of wine?"

Looking at this painting, many people's faces are constantly changing.

"Yuan Shanshan......"

The content in this painting is Yuan Shanshan, but there are some differences.

It is obviously a painting, but the characters in the painting are lifelike, like real people, and even many people subconsciously look at Yuan Shanshan, thinking that she has run into the painting.

It's just a matter of using normal painting techniques, but the problem is that Hao Jian uses wine, how can such an uncontrollable painting material be able to paint such exquisite works?

"Let me see ......"

Feng Nanhong originally thought that he was a first-class artist, so he did not compete with these young people for a seat, but now when he saw the painting with wine, and it made many people look shocked, his heart was also scratched a little itchy.

At that moment, he pushed away the crowd, and as soon as those who were pushed away saw that it was Feng Nanhong, they smiled and gave him their place, after all, he is a first-class artist.

"It's ......"

Feng Nanhong, who walked out of the crowd, saw the paintings on the table at a glance, and at this glance, his face suddenly froze, and his eyes suddenly burst into endless light.

"This kind of skill is so strong......"

Feng Nanhong was well-informed, and soon knew the difficulty of this painting, and it can be said that it was difficult for him to make such a painting in his life.

But this time, it was the young man in front of him who did it.

While thinking, he turned his shocked gaze on Hao Jian's body, and wanted to ask him if he could teach him, but at this time, someone spoke.

"Feng Lao, how is this painting? We are clumsy, and we can't tell whether this painting is good or bad. ”

Hearing this, Feng Nanhong turned his head, glanced at these people, and finally sighed helplessly, pointed to the painting on the table, and said, "This painting is very good...... Really nice......"

"I'm sure many of you here have a background in painting, but I know that you must not have studied painting with alcohol. ”

When everyone heard Feng Nanhong's words, they couldn't help but nod their heads, they all learned traditional painting techniques, and this tradition didn't require alcohol.

So they don't know that the wine is a painting, and they can't see whether the painting is good or bad.

It's just that now that Feng Nanhong said it, they know that this first-class artist will never joke or talk nonsense, and even for the work, he has an almost harsh attitude, and now this painting can be recognized by him, which means that this painting is a really good work.

"I don't think even if I say that, you don't really understand. ”

Seeing that everyone was still a little confused, Feng Nanhong sighed secretly, then shook his head and said: "Since Mr. Hao Jian has made this wine painting now, I will also tell you about the approximate picture of this painting." ”

"The first is the selection of wine, that is, the selection of materials, which varies from person to person, everyone's habits are different, and everyone's requirements for drinks are different. ”

"Then it's time to paint, and in this portrait in front of me, there are so many techniques that even I can't count, but every technique is very difficult for you to learn. ”

"If the technique used in my best work is bricks, then this painting made by Mr. Hao Jian is a wall, which is far beyond my strength. ”

When everyone heard this, their faces changed greatly, Xie Ping clenched his hands, he believed Feng Nanhong's words, but he didn't want to admit this guy.

After all, I know from Feng Nanhong's mouth that this guy's strength is above Feng Nanhong......

Isn't this guy a layman? How could there be such a method?

"But ......"

Suddenly, Xie Ping thought of something, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smug arc, as long as this work does not have this thing, then even if it uses more techniques, it is still an ordinary work.

Every work requires painting techniques, and there is another reason, that is, the author's fame, Hao Jian is a figure without any fame, so no matter how well his works are done, they are worthless things.

Even if it is valuable, it is definitely not comparable to the painting he took with heartache, which is worth more than 200,000 yuan.

If Hao Jian's words are really valuable, then why is he still wearing such tattered clothes?

Xie Ping, who thought that he had found an exit, dissipated the coldness on his face and showed a smug smile, no matter how powerful your methods are?

Even if Hao Jian's fame came up in the future, and his works were valuable, he still gave this tone today.

"I wonder Mr. Hao Jian, can you sell me this painting for two million?"

But the next hesitant voice shattered his worldview.

When he raised his head, he saw Feng Nanhong like a primary school student who was called up by the teacher at this time, squirming, looking at the painting, but with a heavy **.

As long as you buy this painting and slowly understand the techniques, maybe he can also paint with wine in the future.