Because Gong Dingxiao was not aggressive in terms of expression or tone of speech, Gu Hengbo, who had a lot of experience, did not see Gong Dingxiao's sinister intentions, and also looked at Zhang Dong with expectant eyes, hoping that Zhang Dong could show something, so as to live up to her thoughts of calling him in and helping him.

Zhang Dong's brows furrowed slightly, once he shows his talent, it is equivalent to really changing history, and there are really a lot of things to wipe his buttocks......

"What? Does Childe still have any scruples? No matter how good or bad the painting is, only the three of us know, not to mention, Miss Gu and I will never make fun of you. Gong Ding didn't smile, and tried every means to make Zhang Dong a big ugly man, so as to elevate himself.

"Then I'll be ugly."

Zhang Dong secretly sneered and made up his mind: to change history, pursue beauty, and then take her back to modern times, instead of taking her a hair back.

Spread a piece of drawing paper on the table, revealing a world-famous Confucian atmosphere, casting his gaze on Gu Hengbo's beautiful eyes, and said gently: "Miss Gu, my paintings are also related to you, I hope you like it." ”

"I'll see." Gu Hengbo smiled slightly.

But she didn't think that Zhang Dong's paintings could surpass Gong Dingyu, after all, Gong Dingyu was a rare talent in this era, and there were almost no teenagers who could surpass him, not to mention that Gong Dingyu's paintings were really vivid and expressive, especially which poem, that stroke of the word, was simply the finishing touch, making such a painting a masterpiece, and its value was incalculable.

But Zhang Dong is not well-known, even if he knows how to paint and write poetry, how can he have an excellent performance?

"I'm also waiting for Childe's masterpiece, and I think I'll definitely be able to surpass the clumsy work below."

A hint of disdain flashed in Gong Dingxiao's eyes, and he said lightly.

"Gong Gongzi wants to say that my class has an axe?" Zhang Dong looked at Gong Dingyu coldly.

"No, no, I mean I'm an axe." Gong Dingxiao's face showed an even more smug look, and he said with a smile.

"Okay, let a talented person like you see what a class is." After Zhang Dong finished sneering, he no longer paid attention to Gong Dingxiao, who was so angry that his nose was crooked, and began to paint.

He paints with a different kind of paint, holding a brush in each hand and drawing at a frighteningly fast speed.

Gu Hengbo was stunned, Gong Dingyu was also stunned, painting with both hands at the same time, don't say you've seen such a thing, even if you haven't heard of it, he's scribbling, right?

However, when they cast their gaze on the drawing paper, it was as if they had been struck by thunder, and their whole body was numb and they could not move.

But I saw two brushes quickly sketching on the picture, a picture of extreme beauty was soon presented, drizzle, the rain alley was long, a beautiful girl with an oil-paper umbrella, passing by the rain alley, her face was full of sorrow, full of thoughts, and this girl was Gu Hengbo, it looked exactly the same, realistic to the point of incredible, it was really vivid, and a teenager appeared on the picture, also walking lonely in the rain alley, there is no doubt that this teenager is Zhang Dong.

I don't know when, the drizzle outside has stopped, but there is a sound of rain from the inside of the painting, crisp footsteps also come out of it, and the elegant fragrance also wafts out from the girl in the painting......

After finishing the painting, Zhang Dong mentioned a poem in the blank space with wild grass:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley

I hope it will be

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge

She is

The color of lilacs

Lilac-like fragrance

Lilac-like sorrow

Wailing in the rain

Complaining and hesitating

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me

Like me

Walking silently

Cold, bleak, and melancholy

She approached silently

Approached, and threw again

Tai Xi general vision

She floated by

Like a dream

It's as miserable and confused as a dream

It's like floating in a dream

A sprig of lilac ground

This girl floated past me

She was silently far away, far away

to the crumbling fence

Walk through this rainy alley

In the lament of the rain

Faded her color

Scattered her fragrance

dissipated, even hers

The eyes of the breath

Lilac-like melancholy

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley

I want to float by

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge

Although this poem is not a rhyme poem of this era, it is rich in deep affection, exceptionally beautiful and moving, and it can simply subvert the literary world of this era.

As for this wild grass, there is no way to describe its beauty with pen and ink, and it has really reached the realm of no one before or since, and anyone who sees such a calligraphy will definitely fall into an obsessive calligraphy art realm, and will not wake up for a long time.

Such an unprecedented painting, poetry, and calligraphy, combined together, are simply incredibly beautiful, and seem to contain the Great Dao, which cannot be made by people, only immortals have such ability. It is countless times better than Gong Dingyu's works, if you insist on comparison, Zhang Dong's paintings are Haoyue, and Gong Dingyu's paintings are fireflies, even worse than fireflies.

Gu Hengbo stared at the beautiful eyes, looked at it obsessively, and looked at it with a bang, if someone else looked at such a painting, they would not have fully realized the affection and love in it, but in her case, the meaning was very different, because in the past half a month, she met Zhang Dong in the rain alley every day, Zhang Dong's obsessive and burning gaze could almost melt her, she only thought that Zhang Dong was a down-and-out scholar, an amorous teenager, and was fascinated by her peerless appearance.

Now she clearly knows that the desire, innocence, affection, and good wish in Zhang Dong's heart to hold hands with her can simply move heaven and earth!

I never dreamed that he would be such a talented man, but why is his reputation not obvious?

Gong Dingxiao looked at such an unprecedented masterpiece in shock, his face was full of shame, and he wanted to die here, he wanted to belittle such a peerless talent who surpassed a painter and calligrapher in history, this is self-defeating and self-inflicted.

"Miss Gu, you are so beautiful, my paintings still fail to fully reveal your beauty."

Zhang Dong put down his pen and whispered to the beauty standing beside him obsessively looking at the painting.

Gu Hengbo woke up in shock, smiled shyly, cast his eyes like autumn water on Zhang Dong's handsome face, and said in admiration: "Childe, you are too modest, your talent makes me look up to the mountains......"

"Miss Gu, I also admire you in the mountains, if I can't see you one day, I will lose my soul and don't know how my life will pass." Zhang Dong said softly.

"Childe ......" Gu Hengbo was shy, and his eyes were full of spring.

The two talked in love like this, and Gong Dingyu was completely reduced to a play-watcher.

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