"No, I designed it myself. ”

"Can I take a look at what you designed yourself?" Song is now not a county magistrate, but an architect, and his emotional intelligence has fallen to the level of an engineering student. There was a very obvious disbelief, disbelief, and disbelief on his face.

Su Tuo looked at County Magistrate Song helplessly, and felt bitter in his heart: I'm just like a liar? Besides, this is my own house, what's the use of lying to you? He just didn't know that in the matter of construction, Song Xing had been holding back to compete with him. The county magistrate Song wanted Su Tuo to know that architectural design should not be opened at the University of Arts.

"Well, it's all here, you can give me more advice. Su Tuo didn't bother to look at County Magistrate Song's expression anymore, turned around and handed you a stack of drawings drawn in the afternoon Song Shape, Su Tuo's little thin arm couldn't be held with one hand, so he could only hold it with both hands.

Song Xing, who was sitting on the sofa with a big grin, saw the thickness of the drawings, and his complexion also changed, and he couldn't help but sit up straight, and his expression was much more serious. Song Dingxing almost went up and kicked him just now, the head of a county, just like this? When you were a child, you didn't have the old problem of four or six, how can you still appear, you know, you are in your forties.

Old Man Song stared at Song Type, and Song Type held the top piece of paper and looked at it. Song Dingxing saw that Song Xingquan was all focused on the map, so he wanted to drink tea, but he couldn't understand the architectural drawing, and he was not interested in looking at it.

"Huh? Song Dingxing saw that his son's right hand was holding the drawing, but his left hand was clutching the edge of the coffee table, as if he was going to break off a piece of it. Then I heard Song Xing whispering carefully: "Steady, steady, calm down first......"

If it weren't for Su Tuo's presence, Old Man Song would definitely scold: It's true to be stable, but that's what you did, not what you said. You say to yourself, steady, what's the matter? Or did you do it when you were hit with a huge blow that your normal heart simply couldn't bear?

Song put the picture to the side with a trembling right hand, and his left hand still grasped the edge of the coffee table. With his right hand, he reached over and took another one awkwardly. I looked at this one for dozens of seconds, and then put it on the right. Then he took it with his right hand, and this time Song Type began to mumble again: "It's beyond the scope of genius, it's not much...... Don't panic, look at the construction drawings ......"

As County Magistrate Song looked at the picture, his left hand became more and more forceful, and the coffee table began to shake. Song Dingxing couldn't help it and kicked him secretly. But the Song type did not reflect in the slightest, and all the attention was on the drawings.

"It's here...... Construction Drawing ...... I don't believe it...... Finish...... Believe it!"

It took Song Type a long time to read all the drawings, Song Dingxing and Su Tuo didn't wait for him, and the old and the young had happily settled down the construction team. It is an amateur engineering team in Yuanfeng Village, Qingshui Town, according to Song Dingxing, these people have built the imperial tomb before. The craftsmanship is reliable and the fee is low, which is simply described by Mr. Song as the Lei Feng engineering team.

Su Tuo thought to himself: Isn't the Emperor's Mausoleum going to be buried alive in the end, where did this descendant come from. Well, I guess I went to repair it after I had offspring.

Neither of them paid attention to County Magistrate Song, and after reading the drawings, he lowered his head and was silent for a while, and then quietly left the room. Listening to the sound of the door closing outside, I should have gone to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water was heard.

When Song came back, he obviously washed his face, and his hair was still a little wet in the front. He told Su Tuo that the drawings were a bit complicated and he had to take them back and look at them in detail. Su Tuo said yes, the county magistrate of Song County was like a child who got a favorite toy, hugged a bunch of drawings tightly to his chest, and pulled Song Dingxing away. Song Dingxing said goodbye to Su Tuo awkwardly and followed, and when Su Tuo sent him out, he saw that the two had already arrived at the staircase.

Su Tuo clearly saw that at the staircase, Song Dingxing kicked Song Xing's buttocks, and seemed to curse something, and then the two disappeared into the corridor.

"Brother Su Tuo, haven't sent them away yet?" A small head squeezed over from behind, still with a faint fragrance.

Su Tuo took a deep breath and wanted to hug the clouds, but the clouds slipped away with great flexibility.

"Don't come here, my aunt is sleeping, don't wake her up. ”

"Duo'er, you come here. Su Tuo beckoned Yunduo into the small bedroom.

Yun Duo looked at him vigilantly and said, "What are you doing?"

Su Tuo really wanted to answer the word "dry", but he estimated that the clouds couldn't understand it, so he had to say: "Look at the painting, I know you love painting." ”

"Well, I'm the one who likes to look at paintings. The clouds jumped into the small bedroom, and Uncle Su Tuo's heart beat with the brisk footsteps......

"You lied to me, there are no drawings here, not even the drawings, I'm leaving. ”

"Don't, don't, I'm drawing for you on the spot, can't wait? ”

"Well, I'm in a hurry, and if it's slow, I won't wait. Although Yun Duo didn't wait, he still moved a small stool and sat beside Su Tuo, without the slightest hint of worry.

Su Tuo was thinking, what to draw fast, looking at the drawing tools in front of him, and some advertising colors, he had an idea.

He picked up a ruler and charcoal and scratched it. The horizontal and vertical black road divides the white paper into rectangles of different sizes, with vertical and flat rectangles, and these rectangles do not show any pattern. Then fill in one of the rectangles with pure red, yellow, blue, and finally fill in a piece with black advertising color.

In fact, this is a famous painting on Earth, written by Pierre Mondrian. He was a pioneer of the geometric abstract school, using geometric figures as the basic element of painting, and founded the "Mannerism" with Texburg and others, advocating his own artistic "neo-plasticism". He also believed that art should be fundamentally detached from the external form of nature, with the purpose of expressing the abstract spirit, and pursuing the absolute realm of the unity of man and God, that is, "pure abstraction".

This painting was later widely used, and we can see the products from this painting everywhere: clothing, shoes, bags, accessories, utensils, and so on.

Why did Su Tuo choose this painting, because it is easy to draw, the speed is fast, and there is no need to learn from the system, and the contribution points cannot be wasted for playing. After painting Pierre Mondrian's "Lattice Painting", Su Tuo handed the painting to the clouds next to him. Just now, Yun Duo had been watching, but her eyes were a little special, and Su Tuo was busy painting and didn't pay attention.

At this time, Yun Duo held the painting, and his two big eyes were wide open, looking seriously at the black lines, red blocks, yellow blocks, blue blocks, black blocks, and white blocks on it......

"This is also so beautiful, you are such a genius, you can create such a good work casually, does it have a name?"

When Su Tuo heard this, there was no one else here, did he brag so numbly? He replied casually: "Lattice Painting" or "Lattice Drawing". ”

"Wow, in the name of salient features, hiding the truth under the surface, so clever. ”

"What's real? Do you really think these lattices look good?"

"Brother Su Tuo, is this testing me? Although the above are all lattice-shaped, you are not drawing a lattice?"

"What do you say...... So what do you think. ”

"Trees, apple trees. It's full of flowers, but it's not yet apple-bearing......"

After a "poof~" sound, Su Tuo sat on the ground and muttered to himself: "There is indeed an artistic genius in this world...... Or a genius among geniuses......"