Chapter 271: Breaking the Array

The wind is blowing slowly, the drawing paper is shaking slightly, and the girl seems to be moving, and the light mapping is very beautiful.

"It's beautiful!"

Jiang Jingyao and Gongsun Jia lost their voices almost at the same time, each girl has a swing experience, and this painting suddenly made them feel like they were back in childhood.

Even Qin Xiyan and Zhang Zuimo had soft eyes.

Shen Wanqian and Song Forbidden City also expressed praise, every girl has a dream of swinging, and every boy has a dream of swing goddess.

More than once they imagined standing behind a swing and gently pushing the goddess.

Ye Zixuan was even more sad, as if he remembered the little girl.

"Good, good, nicely drawn, nicely drawn."

Zhang Lao was the first to applaud: "All of a sudden, I am dozens of years younger." ”

This painting obviously touched his heart, and he added with a smile without hesitation: "I met with his grandmother on a swing when I fell in love, of course, the picture was not so beautiful, at that time her grandmother made a thousand autumns in the village, a big tree, two ropes, a plank, a person, very happy, but not enough to be addicted." ”

The old man was very emotional and told his story very calmly: "She asked me to help me pass by, I didn't see her very pleasing to the eye at that time, so I stepped forward and kicked out a kick, this kick, directly kicked her out of seven or eight meters, her forehead was broken, two teeth were broken, her mother said that she was broken, and she forced me to marry her with a kitchen knife, but there was no way, I had to get married." ”

"So this swing is really the old man's matchmaker."

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and then applauded one after another, and gave it to the old man of the Zhang family and Chen Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuanyuan, who had finished disinfecting his hands, smiled faintly, moved his steps and walked to Song Tianru and sat down: "This painting is dedicated to Zhang Lao, I hope you will stay young forever and always maintain a childlike heart." Then he looked at Ye Lao and said softly: "Ye Lao, in two days, I will draw you a picture of eight horses galloping, and I will personally send it to Ye's house to make up for today's rudeness." ”

Ye Wufeng smiled and waved his hand, his expression was very abrupt: "Lao Zhang will let him take it if he likes it, this age, I am too lazy to fight with him, not to mention that I am happy tonight, I received more precious gifts." He glanced at Ye Zixuan from a distance, and his smile was very kind: "When my grandson comes back after a thirteen-year absence, he is the painting in my heart and the gift in my heart." ”

The corners of Song Tianru's mouth twitched, and he swept Ye Zixuan coldly with his gaze, and then returned to calm.

Zhang Lao laughed: "That's right, he has more important gifts." ”

"Old man, good things come in pairs, there should be another painting."

When Song Tianru's smile was a little more cold, Ye Jianguo glanced at Ye Zixuan who was not far away, and then squeezed out a sentence to Ye Wufeng and Zhang Lao: "Two old men, Mrs. Song has shown extraordinary talent today, but I think it's still not enough fun, but I can't let Mrs. Song work anymore, I think I should find another person to paint." ”

When the old man of the Zhang family heard this, he suddenly became interested:

"By the way, good things come in pairs, you can also let me collect the swing girl, and collect it with peace of mind, otherwise at your birthday banquet, I have it, you don't have it, I can't say it."

Ye Wufeng said lightly: "It doesn't matter, if you paint again, who can compare with Xiaoyuan?" ”

"Someone!"

Chen Jianguo pointed his finger at Ye Zixuan in the distance: "The grandson that the old man just recognized, Tianlong, played the piano just now and was amazing, talented. ”

"I heard that he can not only sing and play the piano, but also the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

He smiled with a deep meaning: "Today's old man's birthday, Tianlong, who has been absent for many years, will present another painting, how warm and perfect." ”

Zhang Lao's eyes widened, and he shouted happily: "Tianlong, can you draw?" When did you learn it? Let's take a look at the level. ”

Ye Zixuan instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

Song Bancheng took a sip of red wine, and it seemed that his killing was taking effect.

Gongsun Jia and Jiang Jingyao also looked at Ye Zixuan, with a different kind of playfulness in their eyes.

In Chen Yuanyuan, when they also looked at Ye Zixuan with curiosity, and when they were looking to find out what to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, Qin Xiyan, who was extremely protective of calves, stepped forward and spoke: "Big brother, Zixuan can play the piano, he may not be able to paint, there is no need to make a fool of him like this, and the banquet time is up, everyone has been waiting for so long, and they are all hungry, let's eat first." ”

Ye Jianguo smiled faintly: "Compared to seeing talents, what is a mere meal?" ”

Many people laughed and agreed.

"A know-how, a know-how."

Ye Gai coughed lightly: "Even if you don't know how to draw, just draw an egg, just entertain yourself and make Ye Lao and Zhang Lao happy, what's the matter?" ”

Qin Xiyan's face tightened slightly: "Then why doesn't the second brother come out to dance for entertainment?" ”

Ye Jianguo frowned: "Third daughter-in-law, how can you speak?" Tianlong came out for entertainment, and the second child danced as a joke. ”

"Mom, I can draw."

Without waiting for Qin Xiyan to speak again, Ye Zixuan stood up at the right time, he didn't want his mother to be suppressed like this, and he wanted to ask for a little capital for himself:

"I'll give you one too."

Ye Zixuan's body straightened slightly: "Drunk ink, help me serve the pen and ink." ”

In the frown of the official clothes, Zhang Zuimo stood up without hesitation: "Okay." ”

There was applause all around, waiting for Ye Zixuan's expression.

"Damn! Ye Shao is going to be peerless again? ”

Shen Wanqian, who was pinching the white fan, looked excited, Ye Zixuan seemed to be prepared, and quickly asked people to take more than a dozen pens, paper, and ink, and asked for a long table to place it, and the probes of the four screens were all gathered on the table, and when Song Forbidden City was curious about what Ye Zixuan was drawing, Ye Zixuan took off his clothes with both hands, revealing two slender arms.

Then, after he put his hands in the poured hot water and warmed his joints, he smiled faintly and picked up one of the brushes.

Zhang Zuimo smiled faintly: "Do you know how to draw?" ”

Ye Zixuan nodded lightly: "It will be a little." ”

He thought of Shangguan Ning, who was extremely talented, and a trace of melancholy flashed in his heart, and he didn't know, is Xiaobai doing well? Unhappy?

Zhang Zuimo Yanran chuckled: "I believe in you." ”

In Ye Jianguo's disapproving eyes, Ye Zixuan whispered a few words to Zhang Zuimo, and then leaned over to paint.

Zhang Lao looked at his situation and said with a smile: "It's a bit of a look." ”

Qin Xiyan and Ye Huanghuang glanced at each other, smiled bitterly and didn't speak, everyone was happy.

Song Forbidden City couldn't look at it closely, he could only watch it through the screen above his head, only to see Ye Zixuan's smile turned into a solemnity, and there was an indescribable seriousness and concentration, he held a special brush, moving rhythmically, but at first no one could see what he was painting, Jiang Jingyao grabbed Song Forbidden City's hand and asked softly:

"Does he know how to draw? What will you draw? ”

A smile bloomed on Song Bancheng's face, and he shook Jiang Jingyao's hand slightly and responded: "I don't know, looking at him is a big deal, it will take at least five minutes to catch the clues, because painting itself is a mysterious thing, I know, I see, but I don't know what it is, only after the last stroke falls, I can get a glimpse of the whole leopard!" ”

"It's just that there is an appearance, and it's difficult to win eyeballs."

Song Bancheng glanced at Chen Yuanyuan: "It's even more difficult to be comparable to your aunt." ”

He has seen a lot of Chen Yuanyuan's paintings, and he knows a lot about fur.

"Whoosh-"

With the passage of time, Ye Zixuan's hand swayed, and various brushstrokes came casually, and everyone finally saw a little mystery from it.

This is a strong man with a straight body.

A little bit of pen and ink, move as you like, and in a moment, Ye Zixuan has already embellished the charm of a strong man.

The snow-white paper instantly stood a tragic man, and the expression reflected in it, although there was no embellishment of color, there was a different kind of beauty of wind and sorrow.

Eyebrows and eyes are expressive!

Then, Ye Zixuan made a few more strokes, and the tragic man had an extra sword in his hand.

In the painting, the man becomes an ancient general, full of murderous intent.

The old man of the Zhang family stood up, with a hint of interest in his eyes: "It's a little interesting." ”

Ye Wufeng's originally calm eyes gradually rippled, and he seemed to want to be amazing.

"Breaking the Array"

As Ye Zixuan continued to construct the picture, Zhang Zuimo suddenly said in a deep voice:

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion."

"Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound."

With Zhang Zuimo's impassioned recitation, the brush in Ye Zixuan's hand kept getting faster, the brush in his hand was moving, but the person on the paper seemed to have changed a little, Jiang Jingyao and Gongsun Jia were stunned in their hearts, and they didn't understand what was going on, and then they looked carefully, but they were suddenly shocked in their hearts, and the man on the paper seemed to have moved!

Shen Wanqian opened the white fan and was similarly surprised: "This person can move?" ”

Wei Zhan Guo's eyes widened: "This guy can indeed move." ”

Ye Huanghuang and Qin Xiyan were also a little surprised, and they obviously saw the magic.

Jiang Jingyao also thought thoughtfully: "Yes, there is a change, the sword just now seems to be pierced, and now it looks like a sweep." ”

"Horizontally, it looks like a peak on the side of the ridge."

Chen Yuanyuan narrowed his eyes and said in one sentence: "The role of light is different, the position is different, and the perception is different. ”

Shen Wanqian suddenly realized, but they still showed a sense of admiration.

Ye Zixuan was still flying with his pen, with a touch of sweat on his forehead, not affected by the praise of the outside world at all, and ignoring everyone's surprised gaze and focusing on the picture.

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield, Lu on horseback is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."

When Zhang Zuimmo became faster and read the last two lines of the poem, Ye Zixuan's brush flew even more, swishing and sliding on the drawing paper, the strong man danced the sword, unpredictable, making people slightly trance The ancient battlefield picture, the bowstring thundered, ten thousand arrows were together, the enemy fell off the horse, the remnants of the army were defeated, the wolf bèi retreated, and the general took the lead and chased and killed、、、

"Ding!"

Ye Zixuan suddenly took over the words, his momentum was like a rainbow, and his voice swept the audience:

"But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor Bai Sheng!"

With the last word, Ye Zixuan made the last stroke.

"The general dances the sword and serves the country with loyalty."

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