The servant stared at Guan Kunyu for a long time, and he didn't dare to say a word in his mouth - do you know that (beep) your parents? You little fart who hasn't grown all the hair knows what a white steamed bun can play with, so it's not uncommon to ask me for a white steamed bun that I can play with! Shall I get you two!?

How did Guan Kunyu know that this person's mind was so dirty, didn't he just casually say an uncle-level yellow joke, and he actually began to spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Can you get me steamed buns?"

"Okay, little boy, wait a minute, I'll go get it here."

Although the servant of the martial arts family was full of suspicion, he did not dare to slack off, but secretly labeled Guan Kunyu as a "juvenile (beep) stick" in his heart, thought about it, and added another "foodie".

Although most of the people in Songjiang eat rice, the martial arts family has a big business, and the guests invited by the old lady for his birthday are all over the world, so the steamed buns naturally have to be prepared. It didn't take long for the servant to return with a plate of steamed buns.

From the kitchen to the painters, they had to pass behind the main seat, and when the servant passed by, he happened to be seen by the old man Wu who turned his head, and wondered how this guy was holding a plate of steamed buns, and beckoned him to pass.

"Master, what do you command?"

"What's the matter with your steamed buns, haven't you opened the table yet?"

"If you go back to the master, there is a painter over there who wants it."

Master Wu was strange: "Want steamed buns?" After a while, there will be a banquet to eat, what kind of steamed buns do you eat? ”

"The villain doesn't know, maybe he got up in a panic in the morning and didn't have time to eat, right?"

"I see. But just having steamed buns is not beautiful, so let's do it, you serve him a plate of beef, and the wine will not be necessary. ”

"The villain knows."

A moment later, the steamed buns arrived, the beef arrived, and the tea arrived.

The servant with the tray walked between the painters, which naturally attracted everyone's attention, and when Qian Zhixu saw that these things were sent to Guan Kunyu's table, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Sure enough, it's a little flower who came to cheat and eat and drink!"

At the moment, I didn't believe that Guan Kunyu could have any real skills, so he hummed a little song happily.

The servant of the martial arts family walked to Guan Kunyu's table: "Little boy, the steamed bun you want is here, please enjoy it." ”

Guan Kunyu glanced at it, he obviously asked for the steamed buns, and he just gave him tea, why did he even cut a plate of beef?

But recently, the mouth is really dull and unbearable.,Since it's on the lips, there's no reason to go back.。

You Ya Ya first stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth to satisfy his hunger, and poured himself a cup of tea for later use, and then grabbed a steamed bun and pinched it.

The softness and hardness are moderate, and the moisture is just right, so it is perfect for wiping pencils, but it is a pity that the cooked Xuan provided by the samurai is not very powerful.

"Alas, the cooked Xuan of the Ming Dynasty is really different from modern times, and it can be wiped out with steamed buns."

This is also a helpless thing, in order to paint a portrait of the old lady, although the Shu Xuan prepared by the martial arts is good enough, but after all, the formal use of Shu Xuan is to paint a brush, and I never considered what the result would be for Guan Kunyu to take it over to draw a sketch when it was made, so it is impossible to put any effort into scratch resistance, who has to take a steamed bun and rub it on the paper!?

After wiping the drawing paper clean, Guan Kunyu officially started work, and in order to ensure that his paintings could be accepted as much as possible, Guan Kunyu also spent a lot of brains.

At this time, portrait painting was still relatively orthodox, using the concepts and techniques of Chinese painting, and the Bochen School, which integrated Western painting techniques, had not yet been formed, and it was more vivid than realistic.

Generally speaking, painting pursues both form and god, some people emphasize form more, some people emphasize God more, and some people like both god and form.

Although Guan Kunyu's Chinese painting attainments are not bad, after all, it is not his profession, and it is really a bit weak to let him compare himself with the professionals of the Ming Dynasty. So he thinks that if he wants to win money, he can only rely on realism, after all, no one has me, which can always be a bit of a statement, right?

Moreover, after all, the formal portrait at the time of the birthday is different from others, it is a very serious matter, and the most emphasis is on the likeness, if there can be some proper charm on this basis, it is the finishing touch.

Guan Kunyu didn't expect to be able to draw a dragon with eyes, he was halfway to the monk's character design and art, and he didn't practice much after crossing, and his skills in his previous life have not been fully recovered, this kind of master-level thing is too difficult for him.

This time, Guan Kunyu felt that as long as he could hand over an eyeless dragon, it would be OK, if Qian Zhixu could draw the level of an eyed dragon, then he would be willing to sacrifice his knees, and he could lose to a master-level opponent, even if the other party was a pervert, this was not wronged.

So Guan Kunyu decided how to realistically sketch this time, and simply painted it directly into a photo! If they have already painted to this extent, and people still don't recognize it, then he can't do anything about it.

A variety of pencils of different hardness are used alternately, and Guan Kunyu, who has not used pencils for a long time, is becoming more and more proficient, as if he has returned to the modern era of his previous life. This also made Guan Kunyu feel more and more that half an hour had passed, and the skills of his previous life had also recovered ninety percent.

At this time, the paintings of all the painters have some outlines, and the fast progress has only left the details to be repaired, and the slow temperament has also drawn a rough outline.

It didn't take long for the troupe to restart, this time they sang martial arts, talking about wars, especially the one who played the general, and his voice was called a high!

There was no prelude or anything, and the high-rise buildings were raised on the ground, and there was a howl at the beginning, which exploded like a thunderbolt.

The people who watched the play were okay, seeing that the poses were all set, they naturally knew that they were going to sing, and they would not be frightened by this voice if they were prepared.

But those painters can't do it, they all have their backs to the studio in order to paint the old lady, and no one has long eyes behind them, and they were quiet before, how could they know that people were going to sing!?

As a result, this voice frightened countless people! There was even a timid one who jumped straight from the seat!

Those who were thinking without a pen in their hands at this time were just startled, but the vast majority of the painters who were struggling to paint at this time fell into blood mold!

Painting is the most important thing to meditate, if you can't meditate, what will it look like, the present is an example, a group of people, you look at me, I look at you, and finally look at the broken paper on their desks and want to cry without tears.

However, in this atmosphere of mourning, the theater behind is still very lively, and from time to time you have to howl like that!

It's so hated!