Before Ito could splash the ink, the praise was stacked on top of each other.

A few guests in the corner of the banquet hall who were very impatient to socialize already showed a little disgust on their faces.

"This can also be blown, and whoever uses the fragrant ink he uses can also develop good ink! At least 300 silver dollars a piece of ink, it must be good to grind it. ”

But when Ito drew a landscape map, these literati and writers in Huaguo had nothing to say.

Even the layman can see that the painting and the words are not ordinary. Not to mention that it can be compared with the calligraphers in history, but it is also better than many so-called calligraphers and painters today.

In particular, this painting contains the courage of no one else, and everyone looks at the painting, which makes the painting feel stuffy in the chest.

If ordinary people see it, it's fine, but they are all used to seeing calligraphy and painting, and some of them are also experts, of course, they can better understand the wonders and difficulties.

Xiao Zhen's hands curled up slightly, his eyes staring at Ito tightly, so that he looked a little similar to the appearance of others.

"It's extraordinary, it's extraordinary." Taro Yamada, who had been following Ito, suddenly smiled, "The brushstrokes are strong, and the paintings of several famous landscape masters in China have been seen before, and their paintings can be said to be good, but it is obvious that they lack momentum, and the brushstrokes are soft and boring." ”

Yamada Taro showed a straight face and said regretfully, "Calligraphy and painting reflect the spirit of the author, just look at the calligraphy and painting of the Chinese people today, you can know that the Chinese people's heart is not as good as before, hey, the prosperity and revival of Greater East Asia depends on the people of Japan." ”

As soon as these words came out, they looked sideways left and right.

The Chinese around them didn't look very good.

A few soldiers around Commander Song, some of them even had bad faces, if it weren't for the occasion, they would have taught this bastard a lesson with a sack.

Yamada Taro didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with what he said, his expression was even a little sincere, with a smile on his face, he said, his eyes rolled slightly, and he suddenly turned his head, "Zhou Sang, I knew that you are also good at calligraphy, proficient in painting, and you have to participate in art exhibitions and book exhibitions every year, you can also take a look, how is Ito-san's painting?" Isn't it complete in spirit and spirit, how many people in your country can paint such an imposing landscape! ”

Zhou Xingzhi sneered: "Xia insects can't talk about ice, you also deserve to talk about calligraphy and painting?" ”

Yamada Taro shook his head: "Demeanor, Zhou Sang has no grace like this, and it's too disappointing." ”

He raised his eyebrows and said, "There are many people who are good at calligraphy and painting among the guests today, and it is rare to have leisure. ”

There was silence all around.

Taro Yamada speaks so ugly, is there really a shameless person in the country, who can't afford to fall to the ground and be trampled on?

Zhou Xingzhi's expression was gloomy, and he looked back at his nephew, and Commander Song sighed in his heart.

There are a lot of hard bones in Huaguo, but under the knife and gun, there are countless soft bones.

Sure enough, several Chinese people reluctantly smiled: "What Mr. Yamada said is true." ”

For a time, the response was like a cloud.

Zhou Xingzhi sighed lightly: "Don't care, Taro Yamada made special preparations in order to make that Shunsuke Ito happy." ”

There are almost seven or eight young or older Chinese literati who come forward, and these people are still a little famous, and when they are mentioned, they are often said to be young talents outside.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these are serious talents.

These people stepped forward in unison, and everyone sat on their desks and splashed ink.

The landscape is freehand, and what you want is to be chic with a pen.

Soon, one work after another was put out, and Taro Yamada didn't wait for everyone to finish painting, he shook his head while looking at it: "It's far away, it's far away!" ”

This cocktail party invites celebrities from Ganqin Island, bigwigs from Dongning Province, and foreign merchants. Foreigners are not uncommon, many people gather around to watch the excitement, and Taro Yamada stands at the table and comments one by one.

After commenting, he sighed: "In all fairness, your works are already good and first-class in the circle of Chinese scholars." ”

Yamada Taro looked regretful, "Mr. Ito, I originally wanted to find an opponent for you so that I could learn from each other, but now it seems that it is difficult!" ”

In fact, where to use him to comment, there are few ordinary people who don't know how to paint at the cocktail party, most of them are intellectuals, and the level of appreciation is there, and they have to admit that the works painted by their own group of people, compared with Mr. Ito, have suddenly become very inconspicuous.

Mr. Zhu and the others suddenly turned blue in their faces, and they were inevitably angry in their hearts.

But at this time, can it be said that our really good painters and calligraphers in China did not come to the reception?

Shunsuke Ito is not a famous person either!

Later, there were a few masters of calligraphy and painting who couldn't bear it, and they also showed their hands, they were not the trust found by Taro Yamada, but they didn't have enough confidence in their hearts.

Yang Yuying didn't plan to join in the fun, but at this time, she stared at the inkstone, but her eyes were slightly picky, she turned around, and saw that the scene was about to end, so she chuckled and said: "Mr. Yamada touted Mr. Ito, and said that the ordinary paintings he made were in the sky and not in the ground, and he said that the spirit of the Chinese people was completely lost based on a few paintings?" Is painting really that much to do with people? ”

"The painting is like the person, the words are like the person, and there is naturally no fake."

Taro Yamada's eyes fell on Yang Yuying, and he replied involuntarily, he was also slightly taken aback, he should have laughed at it, why bother talking about the same little girl?

But in the face of this woman, he was inexplicably a little nervous.

Shunsuke Ito's gaze also fell, and the scene was suddenly quiet.

The atmosphere of the reception is solemn, the sky outside the window is dim, it has reached the beginning of the moon, but the hall is brightly lit, and the lamps above the head are in the shape of clusters of peony flowers, which is very luxurious.

"This mysterious Miss Lin, sure enough, still doesn't appear, and as soon as she appears, she is imposing."

Zhou Hong shrank behind the crowd and muttered quietly.

Wang Ningxian didn't speak, but he also agreed with Zhou Hong in his heart, and Lin Wanniang's appearance in front of him was more thrilling every time.

Yang Yuying walked out lightly at this time, the whole person looked a little weak, the smile on her face was gentle and shy, although the meaning of her words was thorny, but her voice was as soft as a cloud.

"So that's the case, if it's really like a person, then Mr. Ito is like a ghost, so scared of people!"

Yang Yuying covered her heart with one hand, revealing a little fear.

Taro Yamada frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

Everyone involuntarily followed Yang Yuying's gaze and turned their heads to look at the landscape paintings painted by Shunsuke Ito on the table.

This is what he has just drawn by himself, the ink has not dried, the sky is full of white clouds, lofty mountains, small rivers, the layout is regular, the momentum is compelling, and it is a good painting at a glance.

Taro Yamada smiled: "Anyone who is not blind can see that Mr. Ito's painting is good, Miss, if you have a disease in your eyes, go back and treat it quickly, don't mess around." ”

Yang Yuying snorted and frowned: "My cousin didn't say that I was messing around, okay, since you all said that I was wrong, I, I will also paint one, let you see what is really a good painting." ”

She turned around and puffed out her face at Commander Song.

Everyone followed her gaze and saw Commander Song, even Taro Yamada frowned, they were lawless in Qindao, but Commander Song was also a lawless figure.

Taro Yamada doesn't dare to offend such a powerful character who has a gun under his hands.

Commander Song's always cold and hard face showed a little helplessness, and he smiled bitterly: "It's up to you, who dares to make your little aunt unhappy?" ”

Everyone was stunned.

Song Yuqiang endured it and didn't change his face, but in fact, he had goosebumps on his arms.

Their family commander...... Evil?

Yang Yuying stepped over in two steps, picking up Ito's beloved inkstone with one hand.

Xiao Zhen was standing at the table, about to find an opportunity to deal with the tail left behind, when he saw Yang Yuying pick up the thing, he was shocked.

There is a mechanism in his inkstone, which hides medicine, and when the medicine comes into contact with a substance in the Chengni inkstone, it can instantly enter the body through the sweat pores.

They have tried many times, and today he even did not hesitate to take the risk and personally went to the scene to check and fill in the gaps and control the situation, so he was worried that he would be contacted by others in advance.

Everything is always going well, and in the end, there can be no accidents and disasters to the compatriots.

He thought about it, and couldn't even control a step forward, but in an instant, his whole body became numb all of a sudden, and he turned his head sideways, just in front of Yang Yuying's cold eyes, and suddenly couldn't even speak.

Yang Yuying only glanced at her, brushed the polished ink a few times very casually, grabbed the brush, occupied the paper specially prepared for Ito by these people, and threw it on the blank rice paper very casually, and gently put down the pen to outline.

She is now in the limelight at the cocktail party, and when she makes a move at this time, everyone looks sideways.

Mr. Zhu and a few other elders and friends who knew Yang Yuying rushed up, and the others were also curious, and within a few minutes, everyone was surprised - "This young lady is such a steep stroke!" ’

But soon, everyone didn't even have the strength to sigh.

She put pen to paper and painted a lonely mountain, except for the mountain and shadow, there is nothing else, it is not a complete painting, but this mountain is like a mountain, but also like a towering sword into the clouds, everyone can see it, and even in the depths of their minds, there seems to be a sword light from afar, the whole spirit trembles, and the feet are tightly on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

If you talk about Ito's landscapes, you can vaguely feel the sharp and pressing momentum.

Yang Yuying's landscape really turned into a sharp sword, breaking through the barriers of people's hearts, and making people unconsciously give birth to a force from the bottom of their hearts.

Through this painting, people can even see the faith in their hearts, and for this belief, people can move forward without regrets.

Looking at the paintings, they only felt trembling and their blood boiling, and Mr. Zhu and the others couldn't help but smile a little between their eyebrows.

Just now, the Japanese said that the paintings of the Chinese people are soft, so the national temperament is also soft, and if you look at this one, you will set off the landscape of Ito in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Zhu, like everyone else, turned his head to look at Ito's paintings.

"Ahh Devil! ”

"Ghost, ghost!"

This was not a good sight, and many guests were horrified.

Ito's landscape paintings, however, seem to have become gloomy at this time, and many people can see the mottled blood stains and evil spirits on them.

Although it was only for a short moment, because it was too abrupt and terrifying, several guests turned pale.

Ito turned his head to look, his body shook, and he slammed into the table.

There was a crackling, and all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table were knocked off, especially the new inkstone he had acquired, which fell to the ground and shattered, and the fragments were splashed in all directions.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, and it was pitch black, and there was a panic everywhere.

"What people!"

"Don't hit me!"

"There are thieves, there are thieves!"

A few bodyguards changed color and turned on the headlights outside the door.

As soon as the banquet hall lit up, several Japanese people were almost frightened.

"Ito-san!"

Ito covered his chest and fell to the ground with a bang, his face was pale, and his hoarse voice seemed to want to speak, but he didn't say a word, and in the blink of an eye, there was no breath in and out, and he was going to die.

The Japanese rushed up and hurriedly went to help Shunsuke Ito, while the other guests shouted and ran around.

Yang Yuying also exclaimed, threw herself on the table, touched the candlestick, and the flames flew over, and actually lit the paintings and paper on the table.

Mr. Zhu was squeezed away from the table, and saw Yang Yuying's paintings burned from a distance, and he was distressed: "Oops! ”

This painting is good and allusive, it is a very suitable collection of masterpieces, after today, I am afraid that there are many wealthy businessmen in China who want to buy.

Well, Mr. Zhu is an economist by profession.

"How much silver is this ruined?"

Mr. Zhu just slandered, but he still cared about his face, and several other people around him subconsciously went to rescue the paintings first, and the scene was even more chaotic for a while.

Inoue was talking to someone on the second floor, and when he heard the movement, he went downstairs, and when he saw the situation, his mind buzzed.

"Don't look at Mr. Ito yet!"

Inoue's face turned pale.

If it weren't for the cocktail party held by Commander Song, the guests would definitely not be able to bring weapons, and he would have the heart to kill.

In the midst of the chaos, the ambulance finally arrived.

When Shunsuke Ito was pushed into the car, Yang Yuying took a look.

If it can be rescued, then the Hades Hall is opened by the Ito family.

Inoue watched the ambulance go away, listened to the gossip of the people below with a gloomy face, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying deliberately showed a little worry, and walked over slowly, not shying away at all: "Mr. Ito is sick?" Is it that it is too hard to be a doctor, patronizing and treating others, so that he forgets to pay attention to his own body. ”

The weather on the well was uncertain, and he squinted his eyes and looked the little girl in front of him up and down.

Ito suddenly fell ill, like an accident, but also like she had moved her hands and feet.

Don't say it's suspicious, it is said that if this girl provokes them like this, she deserves to die.

"Come back, it's getting late, go to bed early."

Commander Song personally came over and added a cloak to Yang Yuying, and he didn't look at Inoue.

Even Yang Yuying was quite enthusiastic and comforted the other party: "Our doctors are all doctors' parents, and they will definitely do their best, please rest assured." ”

"Gone."

She didn't finish her ramblings, and was urged out of the door and got in the car.

The guests also dispersed.

Xiao Zhenli was not far from the Four Seas Hotel, the cold sweat on his body had not faded, and he was at a loss.

None of his business?

The inkstone was shattered to the point that he didn't know where to go, and those Japanese were suspicious, but they couldn't suspect him.

I don't know how many people in front of him are more suspicious!

Did anyone get in when it was dark?

And that young lady is afraid that she will also be remembered by the Japanese.

Xiao Zhen got into his friend's car in a daze, and the two looked at each other, both of them were surprised and relieved.

I was only faintly worried about the young lady.

Commander Song sent Yang Yuying home, but he didn't say anything, and Song Yu looked at her with surprise from time to time.

Staff Officer Lu smiled: "Miss did a good job, I saw that these people were not pleasing to the eye, and I should teach them a lesson." ”