One Hundred and Two: Painting (I)

Wen Wan listened and smiled. Although the two have also played against each other twice, and in order to accommodate Yan Qixuan, the level of performance is average. As for the painting and others, he hasn't shown it, how does he know that this ♀ guy is really blindly worshipping himself.

"Come on, I'll watch." Wen Wan let Yan Qixuan play, and she watched and instructed from the side∴ Qi Xuan can also play chess, but his chess skills are average, after all, as the prince of the world, it is impossible for the future Prince Chun not to know chess. No matter how smelly it is, you know a thing or two.

At first, Wen Wan just watched and didn't make a sound. Yue Chankai followed Yan Qixuan for half an hour, and Yan Qixuan was defeated, as long as there were two more hits, he would have to lose. Yuechan had a victor's smile on her face.

"Fu Xi, if you don't make a move, you're going to lose." Yan Qixuan saw Wen Wan smiling and muttering, and Wen Wan began to come to the rescue.

However, Wen Wan didn't do it directly, she just pointed at Yan Qixuan beside her∴ every time Qi Xuan put a son down, she explained a thing or two beside her. There are not many words, only a few words, but it is very classic ♂ and a few steps lightly, and it will bring a game of chess that is obviously declining back to life, not a master, and it can't be done at all' After a few steps, Yuechan's forehead began to sweat.

Soon, Yuechan lost completely.

Wen Wan went from the beginning of pointing to winning, half an hour smaller, plus half a quarter of an hour under Yan Qixuan, less than a quarter of an hour. Yan Qixuan was very happy with such an achievement, he believed that Wen Wan was indeed not wrong. Fox Creek is, really, very powerful.

"Childe is really talented, and he deserves to be a famous talent in Jiangnan." Yuechan's face was a little pale, but she still stood up and bowed deeply to Wen Wan as a sign of respect. She finally understood now where Jiang Shouwang's arrogance came from. People are proud, and they are indeed proud of their capital.

"Haha, Fuxi really has yours. With outstanding literary talent, extraordinary martial arts, and a good hand of music, this chess game is also so good. You're just here to hit me, let me be ashamed of myself," Luo Shouxun said pitifully, but there was a look of pride on his face. He was not envious or ridiculed, but was as happy as if he had won.

"It's really amazing, I didn't expect Jiang Gongzi's chess skills to reach such a superb. Foxi Gongzi is talented. I Cao Song admired, I really admired. Cao Song also watched it with relish∧ and was glad that he was cheeky to follow, it was worth the trip.

"In the future, we must remember that there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and the strong have their own strong players. Don't be complacent. Yan Qixuan looked at the woman in a very preachy tone.

Wen Wan looked at Yan Qixuan's appearance, which really made people can't help but laugh.

"Haha, Miss Yuechan, if it's inconvenient, don't jump." Luo Shouxun has always been pitiful and cherished. How can I bear to look at the pale face of the beauty. In that way, it was obvious that he regretted what he had just agreed to.

Yuechan shook her head, "What you promised, how can you break your promise, Chunhua, Qiuyin, prepare musical instruments." "I performed a dance for the four teenagers on the spot. The dancing skills are average, and the two teenagers outside the No, who are not surprised, watch it with relish. Wen Wan didn't think it was very good-looking, Yan Qixuan followed Wen Wan.

"Cao Song, I heard Luo Shouxun say that you are good at painting, since you have such skills, then paint the beautiful scenery of today's trip. You're not good at drawing characters, just right, I heard that Miss Yuechan is good at drawing. The two of you will work together. Draw the scene of a few of us here today, three of us in the painting. What do you think? Wen Wan thought that she should leave something as a souvenir.

"Yes." Cao Song immediately asked the servant to prepare the paint, pen and ink.

Wen Wan looked at Cao Song's attitude and nodded secretly. Three or four times in a row, he didn't give him a good face, but he still didn't hold grudges, but wanted to make himself a friend as usual, and this open-mindedness was good.

Well, the emperor's grandfather's vision is not bad.

Wen Wan looked at Cao Song's painting there, she was impatient to wait for ∵ to go aside, Yan Qixuan followed behind, holding his hand, and the two of them were walking there.

Luo Shouxun caught up and said a little blindly: "Fuxi, if you want to say that you and Cao Song are both young people, you should be able to cherish each other, why do you not want to see Cao Song so much?" I'm so weird. Also, other young talents like to associate with people of their own reputation. But you're good, but you have a nirvana that rejects people thousands of miles away. You really can't see through your temperament. The people of Foxi are really nice. He also really wants to be friends with you. ”

Luo Shouxun really doesn't look at the gentle appearance he is used to. Where is this, asking people to paint, it is said that it should be Corporal Lixian, why does he have a commanding tone. Fortunately, Cao Song has always heard him say that Fuxi is very arrogant and wants to make him a friend. If it were someone else, he would have walked away a long time ago.

"When you are a friend, you have to be the one who has to look at each other." Wen Wan was absolutely unwilling to admit that she was afraid that this smart young man would see that she was dumb and had to go home early. It's not that she has any opinion on this young genius (she couldn't speak before, and now she has no scruples.) Otherwise, he wouldn't have been allowed to follow. ）

His reputation as a young talent is pirated, but Cao Song is real, and there is no water in it. From the bottom of her heart, Wen Wan actually admires Cao Song a lot. It's just that there is a layer of concern in it, and I don't want to make friends.

"In fact, Cao Song is very good, and he does not have the arrogance of ordinary talents. He is gentle with people and is a very good person to get along with. You don't know, over the years, his father has been slacking off for fear that he will become famous as a young man, and he is afraid that he will become high-eyed and low-handed. Therefore, he was extremely harsh. But because of this, he has developed an approachable temperament. Fuxi, Cao Songren is really good. He really wants to be friends with you, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been cheeky enough to beg to come with me today. Fuxi, look at my face, you contact first. If you really can't get along, forget it. The so-called multiple friends have multiple roads, you first see how. Give him a chance," Luo Shouxun desperately said good things for Cao Song. Two people can become friends.

"It can be seen that he is a humble and polite person. Since you recommend it, I'll have to take a look and see if I'm a friend. Wen Wan also took a step back for her own purposes.

Luo Shouxun was very happy to hear this, and on the side, he even praised Cao Song for how good he was. I can't wait for Wen Wan to immediately dispel her misunderstanding of Cao Song, and the two have become good friends.

Wen Wan asked nonchalantly, "You said so much, one thing is very strange to me, Yuechan is such a beautiful girl, how can he look at the same ♀ young age as he didn't see, and he can resist beauty, it's not simple?" ”

After getting along with each other today, I also got a rough touch of Cao Song's temperament≡ gentle, polite to people, these are all emanating from the inside, not pretending to be pretended. In addition, the talent is also real, which makes Wen Wan feel a lot of goodwill. It seems that the emperor's grandfather took a fancy to him and didn't say anything to death, and there was a reason for it

"Cut, false Taoism. It must have been when we weren't paying attention, and our eyes were straight. Where is it like me, so I can't look down on such goods" Yan Qixuan didn't blush and boasted. Just now, he saw that the big man had been praising that Cao Song, which made him very unhappy.

"It's not pretended. You don't know this kid. He has red sleeves and incense at home, not to mention that Nirvana, what is even more rare is that he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is better than Yuechan. As far as Yuechan is concerned, he still can't look at it. That girl used to be the young lady of the official family, but it was a pity that she was reduced to a slave, but Cao Song pitied her very much. Luo Shouxun broke the news.

Wen Wan just understood. Otherwise, it's really not a positive ride. The little bit of goodwill that was just derived was thrown away and I don't know where it was.

"By the way, Fuxi, I've never told you that Cao Song is a good painter. You listened to what others said, and deliberately used me as a note. Luo Shouxun squinted.

Wen Wan smiled. Wen Wan has long heard that Cao Song's paintings are good. Celebrities and gentlemen are all elegant things, and naturally they like to associate with him, and many people can't ask him for paintings. Wen Wan heard that Cao Song's paintings are all fine works. His paintings have even been praised by the gentle teacher Song Luoyang, saying that he can paint the essence of the painting, and it is really rare to be praised by the teacher Song Luoyang. It can be seen that there is indeed aura and talent.

It's just that with Cao Song's identity, it is impossible to sell paintings. Except for the occasional gift, there is no circulation of his paintings ⌒ The field is all rare and expensive, the more there is, the more the outside wants. There was once a painting that was circulated, and the price was speculated to a thousand taels. You can see how valuable it is. For a fourteen-year-old, such an achievement is really very rare. So Wen Wan agreed to paint Cao Song without any hesitation just now, and she still agreed with it in her heart. I also have a good feeling. If she is really a man, she must befriend him.

"It's done." Cao Song nodded and brought it to Wen Wan. Wen Wan took it and saw this painting: the gentle and continuous mountains reflect the belt, and the warm and pure grass and trees are growing. From the painting, we can see the aesthetic interest of the void and bright realm inside, and the pursuit of elegant products that are as light as water.

"Painting does depend on talent, Cao Gongzi is really talented, I'm ashamed. Cao Gongzi, if you continue to pursue this path, you will definitely become a generation of great painters in the future. Wen Wan looked at it and was amazed.

"Jiang Gongzi, please give me the painting. I'm going to draw you in. Yuechan saw it, and she was also admired ♂, and said softly to Wen Wan.

"No, you don't." Wen Wan waved her hand and fixed the painting on the drawing board. I looked at the painting very carefully and repeatedly, repeatedly brushing it with my hands, and of course, I didn't touch it. After drawing for a while, the people around me saw the gentle posture, and they didn't cough, and they were very quiet. Let's see what Wen Wan is going to do.

Yuechan originally heard Wen Wan say that she would cooperate with Cao Song to paint, and she was very happy, and she also had a light on her face when it was spread. Unexpectedly, he was robbed of such a good thing by the black boy. The eyes, like knives, were poking around gently, and I don't know how many holes I poked.

Wen Wan finished copying in her mind, and then picked up the brush and drew carefully. Wen Wan uses a simple way of drawing. Squatted down, sketched gently, and drew very seriously, more seriously than anything before. The figures of the four people are vividly drawn under the gentle brush. After a while, the scene of four teenagers leisurely chatting in the forest came out.

After Wen Wan finished reading it, she always felt that there was something missing, and thought carefully. The group of people around him didn't dare to take a breath for fear of disturbing Wen Wan's thinking.

One Hundred and Two: Painting (I)

One Hundred and Two: Painting (I)*