Chapter 1192 Masterpieces for Beauty

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Driven by curiosity, Son Ye-jin quickly compromised.

Under Liu Dong's command, he walked four or five meters outside before stopping.

"Alright, just stand there for a moment!

After speaking, Liu Dongzai looked at Son Ye-jin carefully. And the more clearly he saw it, the more Liu Dong discovered the natural beauty of the girl in front of him, with black and beautiful long hair with a little curl, and a hint of seductive charm in her beauty. The goose-egg-shaped pretty face is full of the beauty of an oriental woman, and her delicate facial features are just right.

Especially a pair of apricot eyes, looking forward to life, watery as if with a mysterious attraction, people unconsciously attracted by it.

The slender and white neck is not decorated in the slightest, the delicate collarbones are exposed in the thin pink T-shirt, and the thin and rounded shoulders make people feel the urge to hold in their arms.

Looking down again, although the plump **** is not as exaggerated as Western beauties, it is also a Yingying hand, just right.

Connected to the slender willow waist is the plump buttocks, and under the fit of the pink sweatpants, it brings out Son Ye-jin's round buttocks that are as attractive as a silver basin. At a glance, Liu Dong, who was firm-minded, had the urge to go up and hold it in his hand to play.

The only pity is that under the cover of sweatpants, the two slender, fair-skinned and full and round **** that Liu Dong had glimpsed in the park were temporarily invisible.

Similarly, the abundant fiber fit and crystal white feet are also covered up by sneakers.

But even so, with Son Ye-jin's tall figure, it is still difficult to hide the natural beauty of the other party.

"This is really a natural stunner. Peerless beauty!" Liu Dong couldn't help but admire in his heart.

"Hey. You don't even want to draw. If I don't draw, I'll go?"

Son Ye-jin, who was pretty-faced and flushed by Liu Dong's aggressive eyes, couldn't help but say coquettishly.

"Hehe, of course I painted, it's rare to have a beauty like you as a model for me!"

"Poor mouth, if you want to draw, hurry up. But I can tell you, if I'm not satisfied with the painting later, you'll be miserable!" Son Ye-jin threatened.

"Rest assured. I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

After the words fell, Liu Dong picked up the paperweight next to him, and then took out a new piece of paper from the box next to him and laid it out. The smile on his face suddenly stopped.

Painting is a serious and serious artistic creation, and Liu Dong must adjust his state before starting.

"Whew......!"

After taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it again, Liu Dong's mind had become ethereal.

And at this time, Son Ye-jin, who always pays attention to Liu Dong, also obviously noticed obvious changes in him. If, the previous Liu Dong gave her the feeling of a business elite, or a somewhat attractive man. Then the current Liu Dong. There was a strong bookish aura all over his body.

If Liu Dong is allowed to wear a long shirt at this moment, the high crown is attached. The image is definitely the same as the ancient talented and wealthy son of the turbidity world.

"He's such a strange guy!"

The drastic change in temperament undoubtedly made Liu Dong's image mysterious again in Son Yezhen's heart. It also aroused her more interest to explore the secret of this male friend who had only known each other for less than a day.

When Son Ye-jin was imagining, Liu Dong's pen was already drawing on the paved rice paper. Skillful brushwork, between the wandering, like a dragon and snake landing, under the fluttering, like an eagle and crane soaring, in the frustration, just like the Huazhang triumphant!

Smooth, natural, but majestic, these words involuntarily appeared in Son Ye-jin's mind.

As time went on, more and more people gathered around.

In the beginning, people were more surprised by Son Ye-jin's beauty. Out of a man's nature, I want to come and talk. But after getting closer, after looking at it for a while, I was quickly attracted by Liu Dong, who was writing at the desk.

Soon, Son Ye-jin noticed that more and more people were surrounding her, and soon formed a semicircle around the two in the middle.

Despite this, no one has ever walked into the part between Yoo Dong and Son Ye-jin. Obviously, they deliberately left it in order to avoid blocking Liu Dong's view.

Although the people around him are getting more and more, Liu Dong doesn't seem to notice this change, and still stays in his own world wholeheartedly.

Luckily, this is a gallery, and most of the people who come here are high-quality painters, collectors, or scholars. Everyone knows that noisy noises are forbidden in public places. Therefore, despite the crowding, no one spoke loudly, and the atmosphere was kept in a quiet atmosphere at all times.

Twenty minutes, half an hour, forty minutes, after nearly an hour had passed, Liu Dong let out a long breath, looked at his handwriting again, and put down the pen with satisfaction.

Then he reached into his pocket, and then took out his private seal from the mustard seed space and stamped it on it!

"That's it!"

After a final inspection, Liu Dong beckoned to Son Ye-jin with satisfaction.

And the latter, who couldn't wait for a long time, came to Liu Dong at a trot. Of course, there are also onlookers around, and there are also people who come over to see what is going on.

"It's beautiful!"

After seeing the content of the picture, Son Ye-jin instantly exclaimed.

Indeed, more than half of the approximately six-square-foot canvas is rendered with pen and ink. The content of the rendered picture is: in the plum garden where the stems and branches are beautiful, and the red plums are in full bloom, a hairstyle combed with an ancient Han woman's hanging hair (see Lin Daiyu in the 87 version of the Dream of Red Mansions) is worn with a progressive shake, a beautiful phoenix-shaped hairpin with sideburns, three thousand green silk tied behind the head, and a strand of black hair hanging down on the shoulder!

The pale white palace dress wrapped around the slender body, and the outer coat was as thin as cicada wings, like a white veil with smoke and clouds scattering. A white tassel binds the willow waist, but the elegance is a little more dusty. The wide skirt is elegant and luxurious. Holding a 'Hundred Butterflies Piercing Flowers' fan in his left hand, his right hand is gently lifted with even flesh and bone and beauty, and the orchid finger gently pinched a blooming Lamera to the cheeks, with a smile at the corners of his lips, bright eyes and teeth, and a slight squint of looking forward to the bright Jiaojing, revealing a peerless appearance, revealing a pure spirit all over her body, as if a peerless woman descending from heaven to earth.

In addition, there are two poodles playing not far from the woman's feet, and the colorful butterflies flying between the plums. The combination of movement and stillness is just right to render the whole painting graceful, beautiful, and generous and natural.

"How is it, are you still satisfied?" Liu Dong smiled.

Although he asked, Liu Dong was still very confident in his Danqing level.

After a little stunned, Son Ye-jin looked at the woman in the painting obsessively, as if dreaming, "It's so beautiful, like a fairy, is this really me?"

"Of course it's you, the woman in this painting is painted with you as a template!" Liu Dong said with a smile.

"But I feel like I'm much worse than her!"

Regarding Son Ye-jin's strange emotion of 'a mountain is higher than a mountain', Liu Dong just shook his head slightly. If he really tried to defend himself, I am afraid that the final effect would only be counterproductive.

Reason with women, men never win.

"I almost forgot!"

After looking at the picture a few times, Liu Dong patted his head with some annoyance. After thinking for a while, he immediately picked up the brush again, and in the blank space in the upper left corner of the picture, he wrote: "There is a beautiful woman in the southern country, who is left behind and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. You don't know the city and the country, and the beauty is rare. ”

After writing this famous poem of Li Yannian's praise of his sister in beautiful lines, Liu Dong continued to write: "It was written in Seoul, South Korea on the 15th day of the fifth month of the year of the Emperor, and was given to his close friend Sun Yizhen as a souvenir!"

Looking at Zhu Wen's seal, which already had his own 'Liu Dong's seal' next to him, after a little consideration, Liu Dong took out his other seal again and pressed it.

After Liu Dong picked up this seal, four exquisite seal characters appeared in front of him, and the content of the small seal was 'Master of Mount Tai'!

This 'Master of Mount Tai' is Liu Dong's own 'alias seal'! In addition to this alias seal, he also has two seals: 'Duobaoxian' and 'Seven Absolute Scattered People'. and the two collection seals of 'Liu Dong Qingjian' and 'Yuanmingyuan Collection'. Plus a 'Liu Wenmo seal' of the table!

Immediately afterwards, Liu Dong placed a gourd-shaped corner stamp with the word 'Jianlu' on the lower right corner of the painting! The Zhu Wen seal of this 'Jianlu' is larger than the other two name seals in the painting.

After taking down this seal, Liu Dong looked at the picture of the lady he had just created again, and nodded with satisfaction. Generally speaking, it is advisable to have two or three seals in a new painting, and no more!

"Alright, this painting is for you! When the ink is dry, you can take it!"

"Really?" said Son Ye-jin in surprise.

Although he didn't know what Liu Dong had just written, he looked at the text so beautifully. And the content of the painting made her love it from the bottom of her heart, so Son Ye-jin wanted to keep the painting in her hands.

Therefore, when she heard the news that the painting was handed over to her from Liu Dong, Son Ye-jinfang was naturally very happy in her heart.

"It was originally drawn according to you, so naturally it was handed over to you!" Liu Dong said with a smile.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome! It's just a painting!" Liu Dong said in a grand manner.

"Hello!"

Just as Yoo Dong's words fell, and Son Ye-jin was about to say something, a voice full of respect in his tone suddenly interjected.

When the two of them turned their heads to look in the direction where the voice came from, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly narrow face, slightly convex cheekbones, and a respectful smile on his face, appeared in his eyes.

Out of politeness, Son Ye-jin hurriedly bowed to the other party.

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