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Lost completely?

Steve raised his head and looked at his grandson, this little guy who was eating inside and out, was actually cheering loudly for Liu Xing now. He was even ready to take off his coat to celebrate, just like the man next to him.

Looking at this scene, he suddenly stabbed him in the chest again.

But no one paid attention to what Steve was thinking at this time, and Sabbe walked out of the studio, and the second game began.

Liu Xing picked a brush, carefully studied the ink, and suddenly said to Yang Daqian: "Master Yang, why don't we all choose an animal to paint." You're good at drawing tigers and wolves, and it just so happens that I have some research on drawing wolves as well. ”

Hearing this, Yang Daqian looked at Liu Xing in surprise, you must know that he is famous for painting wolves, and the picture of the remnant wolf is even more invincible in China. And Liu Xing not only did not have a trace of timidity, but rose to the challenge and wanted to compete with him in this aspect.

This young man is kind of funny.

Yang Daqian pondered for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Since you also have this idea, then let's fight it out from the painting wolf." ”

After the two agreed on their opinions, Liu Xing's ink was also studied. He carefully recalled the situation on the grassland of Inner Mongolia, the cunning of the head wolf, and the rush of the wolves...... and Yang Lixuan's specially emphasized eyes, the image of a lonely Mongolian wolf appeared in her heart.

The brush sucked enough ink on the inkstone, and after a few strokes, a pair of cruel eyes jumped on the paper. The posture is calm and chic, with a little arrogant and uninhibited taste, like the indulgent landscape of the seven sages of the bamboo forest, and like a hermit immortal who pursues the way of calligraphy and painting in the secluded fairy mountain.

Liu Xing's expression became more and more serious, his emotions became more and more excited, and his pen became faster and faster. The hands seemed to turn into afterimages, and the tip of the pen fell frequently, as if a rainstorm was coming, impermeable.

One by one, steppe wolves are outlined. In the middle of the wolf encirclement was a long-legged antelope, which was now separated from the pack by the wolves, and the head wolf was opening its hideous mouth, ready to bite it.....

Soon, a group of majestic wolves predated on snow-white rice paper. Liu Xing drew the last stroke, as if a boulder had fallen to the ground, and he sighed, and his whole body collapsed on the chair.

"Mr. Liu, the painting is really good."

Sa Beibei walked over and looked at the wolf hunting picture on the table and praised it. He was not an expert, but he still felt a shocking sense of violence when he saw the hunting demeanor of the wolves, and the fierce appearance of them when they grabbed food.

Liu Xing looked at the wolf hunting picture with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "If you use your heart, you will naturally have a spirit." ”

"What about the spirit? It's like a living wolf, and it's scary just to look at. Sa Beibei said with a thumbs up.

Yang Daqian's painting was relatively slow, but just by seeing the part of the drawing, another image of the wild wolf pounced on him. He painted an old wolf, a remnant wolf, who was crawling in the meadow, his eyes looking straight at the sheepfold a few meters away.

The old wolf's legs were a little lame, and his thin body meant that it had not eaten for a long time, and it was impossible to hunt in the vast grasslands, so it had to take the risk of sneaking into the herdsmen's sheepfold. Even though it may be killed, it has no choice in the face of survival.

Liu Xing couldn't help but praise in his heart, Yang Daqian does have a few brushes, and he deserves to be honored as the leader of the Southern School, this painting skill is really nothing to say. If he hadn't acquired painting skills, he wouldn't have been able to reach this level even if he had devoted his whole life.

Before closing the pen, Yang Daqian made a heavy stroke on the rice paper, and a vague figure appeared dozens of meters behind the old wolf. Although the figure couldn't be seen clearly at all, the long shotgun could still be seen by the shadow.

Sa Beibei slapped excitedly, "These two paintings show two images of the steppe wolf, each painting is very distinctive, and the professional jury is invited to comment on it below." ”

"I want to vote for Master Yang's wolf picture, the two of them have the same painting skills, but the artistic conception of the wolf picture is better, and the survival of the fittest is based on natural selection."

"I feel that the predation map of the wolves is better, the cunning and insidious of the head wolf, the perfect coordination of the wolves, and the beauty of each line segment is full of power."

"I also support the predation picture of the wolves, although Liu Xing's pen power is a little jerky, but he has done the predation picture to the extreme."

"It's better to be Master Yang."

The eyes of everyone at the scene were on the last judge, he looked at the predation map of the wolves, and then looked at the picture of the residual wolf, and he couldn't hold his mind for a while, and his face was full of hesitation.

After a long time, his eyes gradually became firm, and he said word by word: "I have decided to vote for Liu Xing." ”

Wow! Applause.

The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Liu Xing secretly said that he was lucky. To be honest, after seeing Yang Daqian's wolf picture, he really didn't think he could win this round of the game.

Yang Daqian showed a wry smile on his face, although his artistic conception was better than Liu Xing's, but because the line handling was not as perfect as Liu Xing's, he didn't lose unjustly.

"Liu Xing, congratulations, you have won another game, and it will be the world of you young people in the future. You're a very talented man, and you can go a long way on this road, so don't lose sight of your skills because you've beaten me. ”

Hearing this, Liu Xing nodded heavily, "Old Man Yang, I will definitely make persistent efforts." ”

"I hope you can do what you say, if you have time to come to Yun Province, we will talk slowly when the time comes." Yang Daqian walked towards the stage, and after passing through three flights of stairs, he sat next to Yang Lixuan.

"Granddaughter, the result you guessed, say, what do you want me to promise you this time?" Yang Daqian asked Yang Lixuan with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Yang Lixuan raised her chin and thought about it, and suddenly her eyes rolled, "Grandpa, didn't you make a set of paintbrushes before?" Anyway, you still have a few spare sets now, so why don't you give me that set of brushes? ”

Yang Daqian's face was happy, "You have finally opened your mind and are willing to learn Chinese painting with me." What kind of oil paintings and sketches are good, and the things handed down by the ancestors cannot be lost. ”

Yang Lixuan smiled, "Grandpa, don't think too much, I don't want that set of brushes to learn Chinese painting, but to give it to others." ”

"Give it away? Who are you going to give it to? ”

Yang Daqian's voice increased several degrees, and even suppressed the voice of Sa Beibei on the stage.

Liu Xing looked at the audience suspiciously, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered, "Master Yang, what is the relationship between you and Yang Lixuan?" ”

"What relationship? She's my granddaughter! (To be continued.) )