Wen Sheng's words were very unkind, he was really to the point and ruthless, the more obsessed Bai Linyuan was with painting, the greater the stimulation he received.

But Wen Sheng is not worried that the other party will retaliate for personal gain, a painting of chrysanthemum autumn scenery can see many things, if the painting is really useless, Wen Sheng will only casually echo a few words and leave in a hurry, and then don't bother to talk about it.

It was precisely because she saw that Bai Linyuan was very attentive to painting and had a certain amount of fire skills, that she was sure that the other party listened to her words, and even if she was not convinced, she would only use painting to find a way back. The prouder the heart, the more so.

"You!" The young master Bai shouted angrily, followed by a loud "bang", and he didn't know what he smashed through the curtain.

The gray-clothed old servant's face flashed: "Don't go first!" He turned around and went back to the private room to persuade his young master: "Young master, don't listen to his nonsense, at first glance, it's just a dirt bun that doesn't understand anything, and I haven't taken a paintbrush, where do you know how to appreciate it." ”

"You go and take that picture down for me." Young Master Bai's voice came out, and when he heard it, he was blocking his breath.

The gray-clothed old servant came out, glared at the man, and ordered with a dark face: "Go and tell your shopkeeper, there is something here, don't call them up for now." "I used to carefully remove the paintings from the wall.

The guy went downstairs in response, and Li Congwu looked at Wen Sheng nervously: "Let's go too!" ”

"Don't be in a hurry, since you have such a great eye, why don't you draw a picture here for everyone to see, so that Bai can have a long insight and see what kind of painting is everyone's work with charm." The evil anger was vented, and Bai Linyuan's tone of voice sounded calmer.

The gray-clothed old servant opened the curtain, and the smashed things in the private room had already been cleaned up, and the half-painted painting on the long table was also moved aside, only the autumn scene of chrysanthemums was placed.

Bai Linyuan stood at the table, raised his head, and looked at the two brothers and sisters outside with curiosity.

With the same eyes, Wen Sheng and Li Congwu were able to see the appearance of this young master Bai clearly.

Bai Linyuan is not very old, his complexion is pale, his facial features are very clean, his eyebrows and eyes are carved out like a blade, revealing a bit of toughness, but his eyes are indifferent, and he doesn't look easy to get close to.

Li Congwudang even thought: "Oh, this surnamed Bai's fine skin and tender flesh is better than Guan Yi's, will my cousin fall in love with this little white face and want to marry into the Bai family?" No, I'm going to have to watch her. ”

He was thinking nonsense here, but Wen Sheng only noticed that although Bai Linyuan frowned and was very unhappy, his eyes were clear, and he secretly gave birth to some appreciation, and stepped into the private room: "Don't dare to be, everyone talks about friends with paintings, and it doesn't hurt to have a discussion." ”

Li Congwu stared and couldn't stop it, he really couldn't figure out how the cousin of the Gu family had never learned to paint, how could she have such great confidence, why should she judge her friends with painting, she was not afraid of making a fool of herself in public?

Bai Linyuan couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous when he first looked at the other party's clothes, but when he saw Wen Sheng's calm demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart, maybe this person was really talented, and he didn't want to step on himself to grandstand.

Thinking so, he originally wanted to instruct the gray-clothed old servant to serve the paper and pen, so he simply reached out to the side and took a blank piece of drawing paper, ready to spread it on the table.

Wen Sheng raised his hand to stop: "If Brother Bai doesn't mind, I'll add a few strokes to your autumn chrysanthemum scene." ”

Bai Linyuan looked strange: "Okay." ”

There are still a few inches of blank space on the left side of the chrysanthemum autumn scene, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, since the other party said that it was to add a few strokes, I want to make a fuss in this little place. This man devalued his proud work as worthless, and he was about to widen his eyes to take a good look, what other tricks could this good painting make?

There was silence for a while, and Wen Sheng stared at the autumn scene of appreciating chrysanthemums and fell into deep thought.

As soon as he saw the layout of this painting, Wen Sheng had an idea and had a rough idea, but at this time, he just formed the idea in his head and made a draft.

It was the blank space in the lower left corner that she was looking at.

Bai Linyuan's painting is too one-of-a-kind, and the brushstrokes that Wen Sheng wants to add not only make the whole painting more vibrant, but also integrate with the original, and it is not easy to paint well. This is not only a test of the level of painting, but also requires the person who paints to have an excellent view of the overall situation.

In the previous life, Wen Sheng's thirteenth uncle, Gu Junyan, was a master of calligraphy and painting, and he was a leading figure in the southern landscape. Wen Sheng has been by his side for a long time and has been to many places, although her paintings are still almost hot in Gu Junyan's eyes, but under the influence of her ears and eyes, her appreciation eye is excellent.

In terms of painting level, it is more than enough to deal with Bai Linyuan.

The gray-clothed old servant has become accustomed to serving the young master to paint these days, and he deliberately stood by the table, waiting to see what amazing things this unashamed poor boy could do while grinding ink.

Wen Sheng took a thin brush and dipped it in ink, first tried it elsewhere, took a deep breath, and began to draw lines in the lower left corner.

Painting stones is a university question, there are many famous artists in ancient times, and the methods are different, so Bai Lin couldn't help but be a little moved when he saw Wen Sheng's pen.

The place left for Wen Sheng to show is too small, she painted this piece of mountain stone with a small axe split, and only changed the pen once on the way, and even the hook was completed in one go.

This rock is not large, but it is sharp and angular, and it looks very hard.

Wen Sheng's previous paintings have always been concise and vivid, painting like this, just rub a few strokes at will and it's done, but this time it doesn't work, the same painting has a chrysanthemum rendered by Bai Linyuan's thick ink, in order to make the overall look more coordinated, she rubbed a few more times.

Wen Sheng put down his pen, Bai Linyuan stared at the painting in front of him, he couldn't comment against his heart that the other party's stone was added to the dog's tail and mink.

The chrysanthemum bush is craggy in the mountains, not only the direction of this small square mountain stone pitching is interesting, but at a glance, the chrysanthemum bush of the previous flat river also seems to have ups and downs.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but found that the other party was not over yet, Wen Sheng looked at the painting, a smile appeared on his lips, stretched out his slender hand, bent his little finger, dipped his knuckles in the thick ink, and dragged it slightly in the blank space under the mountain stone, somehow, when her hand left the drawing paper, everyone looked at that place again, and there was a black beetle that was about to fly.

As soon as this hand came out, even Li Congwu, who didn't know how to draw, let out a low shout.

It's amazing.

Bai Lin looked at the painting in front of him with a complicated expression, and was speechless for a while.

Not only because of the other party's unheard-of painting skills, but also because he discovered that just because of the little beetle, the autumn scene he painted was like the finishing touch, and suddenly became so vivid.

It's just that whoever comes to look at this painting at this time, what he sees in his eyes and what he remembers in his heart will never be the chrysanthemum he painted.

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