Although the bun was at a high point near the top of the mountain, the people standing on the ground noticed the huge bun for the first time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The whole thing was boiling down there.

"Holy! I finished painting a bun in one morning. ”

"Speed can be described as 'god speed'. ”

"I don't know what to say, only the word 'shock' is enough to describe my mood at the moment. ”

"Originally, I thought Zheng Zhefan was bragging when he said that he would only need a month to paint this huge mural, but looking at the situation today, I think it may be easy to complete it in one month. ”

"It's really terrifying!"

Many of the people who are watching below are actually people from the painting world.

Among them, there are old people, new masters, and students who are learning to paint.

So many people came here to see how Zheng Zhefan came to paint this huge mural.

It can also be said that many people came here to see Zheng Zhefan's jokes.

Among these people, Zhuang Ziyou is included.

Zhuang Ziyou and a few friends came from the capital, and they arrived yesterday and stayed at a family hotel near Taiqing Mountain.

Early this morning, when they saw the rain, they thought they couldn't start work today.

I wanted to get a good night's sleep.

But Zhuang Ziyou was sleeping, and he heard news that Zheng Zhefan held a sacrificial ceremony as scheduled, and then, after he finished the sacrifice, the sky was magically clear.

Now, Zheng Zhefan has boarded the gondola and is about to start working at height.

As soon as Zhuang Ziyou heard this, he immediately got up, didn't eat food, didn't drink water, bought a ticket and entered the scenic spot.

When they arrived at the bottom of the hill, they saw that Zheng Zhefan was already high in the sky, splashing ink between the clouds and mist.

"Just after the rain, the mountain wall is probably still wet, right? At this time, when he put down his pen to trace, it is estimated that the paint will have no foundation, and he paints it like this, and it will be washed away after another rain. Zhuang Ziyou gloated.

"The one-month construction period is really too child's play, and it is also a hero, how can it be possible to complete such a big project by yourself!" said a friend.

"I guess he should know after today, what he said before was that he was a cow! Today, it would be good for him to be able to draw a bun at the beginning. Another friend was also sarcastic.

Zhuang Ziyou's expression was very relaxed, and he kept talking and laughing with his friends.

The mountain is too high, and the clouds are shrouded in mist, and it is impossible to see what Zheng Zhefan has painted on it.

However, when it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, Zhuang Ziyou was startled by a burst of exclamations. When he looked up, he saw the Taoist priest's bun near the top of the cliff, which was clearly visible and delicate and simple.

His heart was pounding.

He is a connoisseur of painting, so he naturally knows what the proportion of a Taoist priest's hair is in a 380-meter-high mural statue.

In one morning, to be able to draw such a Taoist bun, it is really an amazing speed.

This greatly surprised Zhuang Ziyou.

"Is this still human? How can he draw so fast?" muttered one of Zhuang Ziyou's friends.

"It's better to paint it faster than the rain to wash it away, and if there is another rain tomorrow, I guess it's almost as washed, right?" said another, maliciously.

"It's really rainy in the Taiqing Mountain area, especially in autumn, when it rains without warning. It's up to him to see if his murals can withstand this test. The former said again.

While they were talking, Zheng Zhefan had already descended from the sky and walked down from the hanging basket.

"Teacher Zheng, hard work, hard work! Hurry up and drink some ginger soup to ward off the cold. Li Daoxuan greeted him with a smile, holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup in his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, it's okay, it's not too cold. Zheng Zhefan said.

"How can it not be cold? In such a high place, so windy, and you are so little clothed, you must be frozen. Wu Qingxiang grabbed his arm, and her face was full of distress.

"That's just how you feel. Zheng Zhefan smiled.

Wu Qingxiang touched Zheng Zhefan's hand and found that his hand was hot, so he exclaimed: "Mr. Zheng, your firepower is too strong, and the cool breeze has been blowing in such a high place for so long, and your hand is still so hot." ”

"Let's go, go back to dinner, and get some rest. Li Daoxuan greeted.

At this moment, dark clouds fell in the sky, and raindrops the size of beans fell.

"Oh my God! It's going down again. Li Daoxuan glanced up, and his brows tightened suddenly.

The mural that has just been painted will definitely fade when it is washed away by the rain.

"It's okay, don't worry, it won't be washed away. Zheng Zhefan said lightly.

"Really?" Li Daoxuan glanced at Zheng Zhefan, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zheng Zhefan so calm.

"Of course it's true. Zheng Zhefan said.

When the group left, the onlookers dispersed.

Only Zhuang Ziyou's group did not leave, still holding umbrellas and watching.

Zhuang Ziyou held a high-powered telescope in his hand and looked at the high place, and he saw that the raindrops that had become denser and denser at the high place hit the huge Taoist bun that had just been painted.

Between the clouds and mist, Zhuang Ziyou has the illusion that the paint seems to be being washed down by the rain quickly.

"Maybe after a while, the color will fade out, right?" said a man next to him with a grin.

"When Zheng Zhefan comes back from eating, he finds that the bun he just painted is gone, what do you think his expression will be?"

"What kind of expression can it be, I guess I have the heart to die headlong, right? Painting murals in this rainy and damp place is asking for trouble. Zhuang Ziyou said with a smile.

The group stood in the rain and stared at the stone wall for a long, long time.

But in the end, they found that the result of their expected "bun completely washed out" did not appear, and the bun washed by the rain became more clear and eye-catching.

"Holy, what kind of paint is this? Is it going to dry so quickly, why can't it be washed off?" said one of them.

"This Zheng Zhefan also has some means. Another said.

"Even if the paint doesn't fade now, I don't think it will last long, haven't you seen the news? A certain scenic spot in Jinling is a mural on a mountain wall, and as a result, after two or three years, it will be mottled and the content of the painting will not be clear at all. If this portrait of a real person is mottled in two or three years, it will be more fun, and it will probably be a big negative at that time. Zhuang Ziyou pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Then let's blow the cold wind here, go back to eat and drink bars, and it rains so hard, I guess Zheng Zhefan won't be able to do it in the afternoon." A friend of Zhuang Ziyou said.

The group also left.

At this time, the bottom of the mountain wall can be regarded as quiet.