"The eyebrows haven't been drawn yet, I'll make up a few strokes." Zhang Fei said, picked up the brush, dipped the tip of the pen in a little ink, and carefully outlined the eyebrows of the beauty in the painting, and soon drew the eyebrows into a round of crescent moon, and hooked the corners of the beauty's mouth, and the beauty in the painting laughed very expressively.

"Hey, hey, it's like this time." Zhang Fei nodded with satisfaction and rubbed the brush in the water bowl, showing an artist's good creative habits.

"Okay, third brother, no matter where you look at it, this woman seems to be smiling at me." Wang Baoyu praised again and again.

"Hehe, the painting is no different from a real person, and the expressive place is in the eyes. If the eyes are smart, it is painted. If it is like a pool of stagnant water, it is a failure, and it must be thrown away no matter what. Zhang Fei was honest and shared his painting experience with Wang Baoyu.

Wang Baoyu nodded again and again, and said cheekily: "That, give me this painting!" ”

"Since you and I are brothers, we can naturally do it." Zhang Fei agreed, and after signing his name, he carefully folded the beautiful woman painted on the white cloth and handed it to Wang Baoyu.

Wang Baoyu put away the painting, the mood is quite good, in modern times this painting can become a lot of silver, and the money is doubled!

At this time, Zhang Fei asked again: "Baoyu, can you also paint?" ”

"It's not good to draw!" Wang Baoyu modestly said that in modern life, he had a good relationship with the eldest sister of an artist, and this eldest sister also wanted to teach herself to paint, but he didn't have this artistic bacterium, and he couldn't even paint roots.

"Let me teach you." Zhang Fei couldn't help but say, so he handed the brush to Wang Baoyu's hand.

"Third brother, you are chasing ducks to the shelves, and I will play the piano like that, and I have been practicing for so long, I can't paint at all!" Wang Baoyu said with a bitter face.

"If you don't try, how do you know that it can't work, I was impetuous, and I met a monk by chance, who let me learn calligraphy and painting, and now I can also relieve my worries." Zhang Fei said.

"No, no, it's expensive silk for nothing!"

"A few pieces of white cloth are not enough to worry about, brother, just draw them!"

Wang Baoyu knew Zhang Fei's character, and he couldn't excuse himself, so he picked up the pen hard, oops, the ink was dipped too much, and it fell to the table.

"Third brother, I'm smiling!"

Anyway! Zhang Fei said as he threw away the white cloth on the table and put on a new one.

Wang Baoyu sighed, picked up the brush again, and painted seriously, first drawing a sun, which this child would do, and then drawing a chicken, and dotting a few ink dots underneath.

"What does this painting mean?" Zhang Fei scratched his head and asked puzzled.

"Chick pecks at Mitu!" Wang Baoyu said.

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and the laughter shook the roof to fall a lot of dust, and then Zhang Fei shook his head and said: "This painting is similar to a child's painting, there is nothing new." ”

Alas, I'm afraid that kindergarten children are better than their own drawings! Wang Baoyu was about to put down the pen, but he didn't expect Zhang Fei to take down the white cloth again, throw it aside, and put on a new one, which seems to be the owner of the extravagance Lang is not bad for money.

"Another one, the hand should be steady, and the line should be thin." Zhang Fei admonished.

"Third brother, I'm not this material, why do you have to let me paint?" Wang Baoyu said with a bitter face.

Zhang Fei patted Wang Baoyu on the shoulder seriously and said: "Whether it is copying or creating your own, immersing yourself in painting can forget many troubles in the world." Third brother, how can I enjoy this taste alone, it is better for you and me to share! ”

Wang Baoyu wants to cry without tears, this Zhang Fei is really righteous, but he doesn't want to paint at all, he is forced to paint again, but this time, he has a bad idea in his head, not that he is not creative, this time it will open your eyes!

Wang Baoyu waved an animation brush and smeared on the white cloth for a while, and soon drew a woman, but it was a nude-female picture with yin and yang eyes, pig nostrils, and very incongruous body proportions.

Zhang Fei's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a little shame on his black face, and he said: "Baoyu, this painting is very elegant and unsightly. ”

"Third brother, with all due respect, you are rare and strange, this is human-body art, it is natural beauty, you must appreciate it with a holy eye, and people in future generations will enjoy this." Wang Baoyu said arrogantly.

"Isn't this what you calculated?" Zhang Fei moved his thick fingers and said self-righteously.

"Of course, I know what has happened in the next two thousand years, third brother, you might as well paint this kind of painting, but it can be passed down through the ages, passed down from generation to generation, and walk in the forefront of the times."

"Really?" Zhang Feixin thought it was true.

"I can figure out what you're eating, can't you trust me?"

"Can you count what I'm eating today?" Zhang Fei questioned.

"You didn't eat anything in the morning!" Wang Baoyu immediately said, this is very simple, Zhang Fei is at home all day, and he is not happy, of course, he sleeps late and gets up late, and he naturally wants to drink when he is bored, and most of the people who have drunk have no appetite the next morning.

"Gods too!" Zhang Fei gave a thumbs up, looked at Wang Baoyu's naked-female picture and was moved, and asked: "If this matter spreads, won't it make the world laugh?" ”

"Artists should show their individuality, do their own thing, what is the world? The third brother roared, but it didn't make them scared. Wang Baoyu continued to flicker unashamedly.

The power of praise is endless, Zhang Fei laughed proudly, patted the case and said: "According to what the virtuous brother said, I will draw a human body ......."

"Human-Body Art"

"That's right, just paint human-body art, make a name for yourself through the ages, and live in vain!" Zhang Fei said firmly.

In addition to writing and painting, Zhang Fei is notoriously impatient, he immediately called the servant and asked him to call a girl with a similar appearance to come over, the little girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she came into the house happily, thinking that there was something good.

"Undressed!" Zhang Fei said with a dark face.

Xiao Yahuan was suddenly frightened, and she was almost about to cry, nervously pulling the placket with her hand, and was stunned on the spot for a while.

"Do you dare not listen to my old Zhang, do you want to find death?" Zhang Fei's eyes widened, his beard was cocked, damn, this fierce and vicious look, Wang Baoyu felt scared, let alone Xiaoyahuan.

Xiao Yahuan took off her clothes crying, her body was ripe, the drum should be drummed, the concave drum, Wang Baoyu had seen many women, but she didn't think there was anything special, but Zhang Fei spit out a mouthful of saliva and shook her head vigorously, probably remembering that she was an artist, and it took a long time to keep her composure.

Under the command of Wang Baoyu, Xiao Yahuan also posed a posture of scratching her head, and half an hour later, a nude-female picture appeared on the white cloth, and I had to admire Zhang Fei's artistic talent, the painting was very vivid and expressive, almost exactly the same as Xiao Yahuan.