Pen and ink, paper inkstone (palette), essential tools for painting Chinese painting.

Lin Yi had never been exposed to such a professional thing before, and he had drawn tigers for his niece Bao'er, but that was with children's colored brushes.

Now it is also a colored pen, but it is a colored brush.

Lin Yi remembers clearly that when he was a child in school, he learned calligraphy for a period of time, but unfortunately, the teacher who taught calligraphy left not long after, and then, there was no then, everyone's calligraphy gave up halfway, and the classroom of writing calligraphy became a self-study class with frolicking and nothing to do.

At this moment, Lin Yi picked up the brush, and for some reason suddenly remembered the teacher, remembered the class, and remembered the classmates who were playing and practicing calligraphy together, their familiar appearances, smiling faces, and shouted affectionately: "Lin Yi!" ”

The time of memory flashes in your mind like a flash of lightning, only for a moment, but it makes you remember it clearly.

Lin Yi's heart trembled a little, it was a throbbing that was evoked by memory, as if something had secretly infiltrated the most secret space in your heart, and took out the slightest thing that moved you without any cover, and put it in front of you.

The memory is so clear, it seems like it was just yesterday, but ...... But I can't go back to you, I grow up, time won't go back, never ......

The people around looked at Lin Yi with strange expressions, and when they took the brush, they seemed to be distracted. Zhu Fatzi squinted his eyes, pursed his mouth, and said, "Look, this look, I don't know what Master Lin really thinks it is...... Why don't you do it yet, do you want to wait until you're done brewing, we don't have time to play with you! ”

Before the fat man's words landed, he saw Lin Yi suddenly start writing.

Brush Brush Brush!

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the pen is like a god.

Zhu Fatzi was still beeping: "Pretending, I don't know what to draw!" ”

Most of the other people also have this mentality, in their opinion, Lin Yi is too young, and there are not many young people who can paint, not to mention the difficult Chinese painting. Even some old painters in their seventies and eighties do not dare to say how exquisite their Chinese painting is, generally speaking, Chinese painting is re-spiritual, Shen Yun is there, your technique is considered a masterpiece, so Chinese painting is like traditional Chinese medicine, it is more difficult to learn, unlike Western medicine and Western painting, most of the multi-shaped paintings are not important, and you can open a clinic to draw sketches for people after two or three years of study.

Lin Yi is flying like a pen here, Cao Yidao is panicked in his heart, how can he say that Lin Yi also came with him, and he personally introduced him to Xu Tianming, to put it bluntly, the two are grasshoppers tied to a rope, one is prosperous, and the other is lost.

Of course, Cao Yidao is thick-skinned, and it is nothing to lose a loss, but the Lin Yi he recommended was different, Cao Yidao recommended him to do business with Xu Tianming to buy and sell Buddhist scriptures. According to Cao Yidao's meaning, if this transaction is successful, he can get at least forty or fifty thousand benefits, who the hell will not be able to get along with the money? Therefore, Lin Yi's personal image is very important, and Cao Yidao is most worried about this. As the saying goes, doing business is actually about character, and when people recognize you, your business will be successful.

Because of this, Cao Yidao attaches more importance to Lin Yi's character image than to himself.

Huang Jiaotou didn't talk much from beginning to end, and he didn't have much expression, as if he was a stone man, just an ornament, only when Lin Yi was sarcastic and ridiculed, his eyes would move, and at this moment, he was still like a stone, expressionless.

As the only woman present, Tang Ling has always had a good impression of Lin Yi, and thinks that this young man is very clean, and the cleanliness here is two-fold, referring to the dress and temperament.

Yes, this is a young man with a clean temperament, which is very attractive. So Tang Ling felt that her husband Zhu Fat Man was a little too mean, and wanted to help Lin Yi say a few words, but she understood that if she opened her mouth, it would bring more trouble to Lin Yi.

The only calm person present may be Xu Haoming, in fact, from the beginning, he couldn't get Lin Yi's pulse, as long as Lin Yi did something too unexpectedly every time.

Ma Dongcheng's yes, and Liu Manjiang's too.

Now, Xu Haoming is looking forward to Lin Yi creating another miracle.

……

Time passed quickly, at least in the eyes of Zhu Fatzi and others, it was only a blink of an eye.

Then I saw Lin Yi and said, "Well, it's done." "Put down the pen.

So fast?

Zhu Fatzi and the others were a little unconvinced, "Let me take a look and see what treasure you draw!" "Zhu Fatzi, Ma Dongcheng and others stepped forward to see-

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be surprised when you see it.

What's wrong?

It's so well drawn!

Even people who don't know how to paint know that this painting is absolutely amazing!

Whether it's the color, the composition, or every hair of the tiger, it's all lifelike!

……

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing the goods.

If compared with this tiger, the downhill tiger that Zhu Fatzi just showed is simply a "docile kitten"!

How so?

Zhu Fatzi was puzzled, and the others didn't understand.

Tang Ling, a beautiful young woman, looked at Lin Yi with strange beautiful eyes, and couldn't guess him.

Lin Yi didn't expect to be watched by so many people, looking at their eyes, he didn't know whether his painting was good or bad, he habitually rubbed his nose and said, "I'm sorry, the time is too rushed, maybe the painting is not good, please understand." ”

Lin Yi is telling the truth, this is the first time he really paints, a lot of work is not in place, especially when the time is rushed, if he is given enough time, maybe he will paint better.

But when these words were heard in the ears of Zhu Fatzi and others, it seemed so harsh and uncomfortable.

What do you mean, that's not that good?

It's not like that!

Zhu Fatzi's look just now disappeared, and he felt that his stomach hurt, his heart hurt, and his eggs hurt.

At this moment, there is no need for Lin Yi to directly identify the authenticity of Zhu Fatzi's painting, even Lin Yi's fake can't be compared, do you think that painting can be real?!

His face turned red, just like the fat man in the late stage of constipation, but he was also smart, no longer humiliating himself, and roared very shamefully, "Grass, it's an eye!" ”

Be short and to the point, admit defeat.

The others were sad, and the rabbits and foxes were sad.

It seems that the "Three Kings Offering Treasures" were wiped out this time.

Xu Haoming smiled and said to Zhu Fatzi: "Although it is a fake, it is not bad, I bought this painting for 3,000." ”

It's not even a consolation prize, it's a travel fare at best.

After Xu Haoming finished saying this, he glanced at Lin Yi again and said, "This painting of yours is better, well, give me 5,000!" ”

Lin Yileng paused, he didn't expect that the tiger he drew casually could be sold for 5,000, ahem, the money is too easy to make.

But who knows, in Xu Haoming's opinion, Lin Yi's painting is not 5,000, even if it is 50,000, he is willing to buy it, nothing else, it is too realistic, it simply eats the charm of Master Liu Jidian, and it is enough to be fake.

The Three Kings seemed to have finished offering treasures, but just when everyone thought that the show was over, Cao Yidao lost no time in jumping out and said, "We also have a treasure to offer!" ”

Then, he opened the package in his hand, but it was the set of Buddhist scriptures that Lin Yi brought as a "sample"!