Wen Sheng's painting had never been disturbed in this way before.

Fang An Lu Hou Shizi was pulled away, and the dancers looked at Li Chengyun's face and didn't dare to pull Wen Sheng, but under the influence of the singing, they got closer and closer to her.

A soft body leans up, the pretty face is close, and the red lips are pursed, which is really alive.

Since Li Chengyun found out that Wen Sheng was a woman, how could he still speak out to stop it, such an interesting thing, he said and laughed with Liji in his arms, and looked at the scene, completely looking like he was watching a good show.

Wen Sheng lowered his eyes, there was no expression on his face, his wrists were dangling, and he was studying the ink intently.

Compared to the embrace of the dancing girls, she looks like an old monk in a settled place.

The magnates were attracted by the beautiful singing of the women, but many guests began to pay attention to Wen Sheng.

It is an elegant thing to draw poetry, but can this young man concentrate on painting in such a noisy and obscene environment?

Could it be that he is as unobtrusive as An Lu Hou Shizi and draws a picture of the Spring Palace in public?

can see that he has a serious little face, it really looks like a look, hey, this young man looks really good, no wonder the situation on the field looks a little upside down, and the dancers surround him, scratching their heads one by one, intending to arouse his interest.

It's a pity that this beautiful boy didn't respond at all, and lowered his head and blindly studied his ink.

Wen Sheng finished the ink, put down the inkstone, reached out and picked up a pen, dipped it in the ink, and looked around.

The light shone on Wen Sheng's face, reflecting her complexion like jade, her facial features were bright, and her eyes were very bright.

The four guests who were still a little awake looked at her, and after a closer look, many people noticed something strange. Yongchenghou is a lot older, and he is not good at other things, but he has seen beauties for half his life, and he got up and pointed at Wen Sheng in surprise: "Huh? Why is she a woman? ”

For a while, everyone whispered, and even leaned over to ask Fu Yong about Wen Sheng's origin.

Wen Sheng didn't care about this, lowered his head to look at the drawing paper intently, and prepared to put down the pen.

Now the dancers are even bolder. Wen Sheng's eyes swept over the thin sleeves of light gauze from time to time. The nose breathes in an intoxicating fragrance.

What's more, when everyone saw that she was going to paint on the spot, they were eager to win, and they took two steps to this side, almost standing next to the table. The ambiguous/ambiguous humming lingered in Wen Sheng's ears and kept drilling into her mind.

Wen Sheng was greatly disturbed.

She sighed and put the pen down.

It was a disappointment to those who craned their necks to see how she put pen to paper.

Even Du Yuanpu thought that Wen Sheng was unbearable and wanted to give up. Sweat for her.

But Wen Sheng stood up straight at this time, reached out and grabbed the nearest dancing girl.

The half-drunk An Lu Hou Shizi saw this scene. I thought that the boy on the field wanted to tease/play with these beauties in the name of painting, and when he saw that he succeeded, the beauties smiled and did not resist. I couldn't help but let out a wolf howl.

Wen Sheng attached a few words to the dancing girl's ear.

The dancing girl showed surprise on her face, and subconsciously looked at Li Chengyun in the upper seat.

At some point, Liji sat up from Li Chengyun's arms. His hands were wrapped around one of his arms, and the posture was still intimate. Li Chengyun reclined on the seat, holding his cheek with one hand, and looked at everyone in the audience with great interest.

Maihime hesitated for a moment, and untied the colorful silk that was wrapped around her shoulder.

This colorful silk is several zhang long, tied to the waist of the dancing girl, dancing with the music when it dances, such as the Luan phoenix flying whirl, the rainbow is in the air, making the audience dizzy, it is very good-looking.

She held the colorful silk in her hand, walked around behind Wen Sheng, and blindfolded Wen Sheng's eyes with the colorful silk.

Everyone present let out a puzzled exclamation.

The blindfold was not over, and the dancing girl followed Wen Sheng's instructions and wrapped the colorful silk a few more times, not only blinding Wen Sheng's eyes, but also covering her ears.

Mai Ji got it right, and groped up and down Cai Aya with her slender hand for a while, in order to let everyone know that Wen Sheng would never see anything again with such a tight method, so she tied a dead knot behind her head.

At this time, Wen Sheng could neither see nor hear, and those distractions from the outside world finally ceased to exist for her, she reached out and fumbled on the table in front of her to pick up the paintbrush.

There was an uproar.

This girl is going to paint blindfolded!

There are a few people here who are good at drawing, but who dares to stand up and paint blindfolded like her?

This requires a strong memory and sense of direction, and what an ordinary person draws with his eyes closed, that is, a cloud of ghost drawing symbols, even he himself can't recognize it.

There is a way for insiders to watch the doorway, and laymen to see the excitement, at this time, Wen Sheng's hand is a big bustle.

No matter how well she paints, this trick alone will take the lead and attract everyone's attention to her.

Li Chengyun stood up, stepped away from his seat, and approached Wen Sheng, ready to see what else she could draw in such a situation.

Liki was by his side.

Li Chengyun was still like this, and everyone was even more itchy, so they left the table one after another, came forward, surrounded Wen Sheng, and stretched their necks to see how she was drawing.

Seeing this, the dancers retreated.

A hint of helplessness flashed in everyone's eyes.

Her voice is still beautiful and infinite, evoking reverie, but what really attracts people are some young people, and she has already lost before the other party has even started painting.

Sure enough, in the hearts of adults, the skill she is good at is still difficult to get into the hall of elegance.

In fact, desire is the nature of human beings, so why should we be ashamed of it and dare not show it?

Now I only hope that this woman is playing tricks and has no real skills, if this person can attract Cheng Guogong's love Ji to speak, then he can be regarded as a defeat today.

Wen Sheng put pen to paper.

Blindfolded, the shade of ink is not easy to deal with, she can only rely on feelings, too delicate brushwork can not be used, even Wen Sheng, the painting can only reach her usual two or three successes.

At this moment, in her mind, a blank drawing paper appeared on the same table, her pen fell, and the thick ink turned into a jumping bonfire in the lower left corner of the paper.

Wen Sheng was blindfolded, and the people who were looking at the painting were not afraid to disturb her, and they let out an exclamation when they looked around.

If ordinary people can't see it, they will be cautious when they first get started, which is like her, it is thick and colorful, but fortunately it is a bonfire, full of lines, rough brushstrokes, to the point that the fire contains full enthusiasm.

Hey, she finished painting the campfire, and went to paint the tents in the distance, and now the ink faded, and as she sketched them, the tents were all the right size and space, and they gradually became continuous, and they looked neither piled up nor cluttered.

If her eyes are fixed on the painting, it is just a basic skill of a painter, but she can't see it at this moment, and everyone is surprised when she thinks about it.

What's more, he bent down to Wen Sheng's face from the side, wanting to see if the dancing girl had covered the colorful silk tightly, and wouldn't it be possible to see the situation on the painting from the shadows between the gaps.

After Wen Sheng finished painting the tent, he went to paint the bright moon in the sky diagonally.

The full moon travels through the clouds, just like what Wen Sheng taught Bai Linyuan back then, she had also worked painting clouds and water in her previous life, and she was just using it at this time.

There are a lot of exquisiteness in painting clouds, spring clouds such as white cranes, summer clouds such as strange bees, autumn clouds such as light waves, winter clouds clear and miserable, there are wandering clouds, there are valley clouds, there are cold clouds, there are twilight clouds. Beyond the clouds there was fog, smoke, and mist.

The breath of mountains and rivers is the magic of creation.

Wen Sheng painted the transstratus clouds under the moon with the method of dyeing clouds, and then the pen was handed over to his left hand, and his right hand groped for a branch of clear water pen, and the ink marks were dyed and faded.

If the onlookers in front of you can still say that Wen Sheng happened to meet and there was no omission, but at this time, seeing that she took out real kung fu, the two pens were used intertwined, and the clouds under the moon suddenly became appropriate under her pen, deep and misty, and she couldn't help but applaud.

What a solid drawing skill, an amazing memory, and a cool head.

The color of the room here was thunderous, and the master of the woman on the side felt that her ears were full of applause, completely suppressing her singing, and even she herself couldn't hear what she was singing, so she had to stop, standing there with a disgraced face, her eyes confused, and she didn't know what to do.

Although Wen Sheng also had a few colored silk wrapped around her ears, her hearing was not like vision after all, it was just a few layers of simple covering, and it was impossible to completely isolate the sound of the outside world.

Blindfolded painting, she actually didn't have much confidence, but it was not so ingenious, it couldn't attract Li Chengyun's attention, so she had to take a risk.

Fortunately, the audience's reaction should not be too flawed.

The full moon, the bonfire, the tent, just a few strokes, Wen Sheng painted a scene of night on the grassland.

But the focus of the painting is on people, the people who are singing and dancing around the campfire.

It is difficult for her to remember the layout of the whole painting clearly, know where the campfire is, where the tent is, how large the blank space is on the drawing paper, and how to draw people to make the whole painting look harmonious and more vibrant.

The figures she painted were all in different moods, some old and some young, sitting high on a stone, cocking their necks and drinking a big drink, some roasting lambs on the shelf, and some children running around to watch the excitement.

More than ten men and women danced around the fire, watching them wave their hands or stomp their feet, the dance movements were not very neat, but they seemed very lively.

Each person is only the size of a finger on the paper, using the point scene painting method, you can only see the dress of these people, standing or walking, the movements are expressive, but you can't see the facial features.

Wen Sheng finished painting, put down the brush, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to tear off the colorful silk that was blindfolded.

She didn't listen to the cheers of the crowd, nor did she look at the reactions of Li Chengyun and Liji, and looked at the painting she had drawn first. (To be continued)

PS: The debt is about to be paid off.

Thank you to the students who voted for pink. You cured the author's depression.

It's really fragile the older you get. R580