"What this Gu Cainu said makes sense."

Chen Ruoran nodded at Gu Shuangdie and motioned for her to sit down.

Gu Shuangdie glanced at Shen Nianjiao proudly.

Shen Nianjiao lowered her head in annoyance, clutching her paintbrush tightly in her hand, eager to break it into two sections.

Chen Ruoran picked up the painting of the falling moon, held it up with both hands and displayed it on his chest, "Don't you all think this painting is cleverly conceived and vivid and interesting?" ”

"Fun is fun, but it's hard to be elegant."

"Yes, such a painting is placed in the hall, and it doesn't make people laugh to death."

"Jiang Cainu's mind is always different from ordinary people"

“......“

Luoyue listened to their comments, silently ventriloquisting, vulgar, a group of laypeople, you have never seen the cabbage painted by Qi Baishi, the carrots painted by Zhang Daqian, those are all tens of millions of shots......

Or does Chen painter have a vision......

Chen Ruoran looked at them one by one disdainful and disdainful of people, and shook his head silently with a slightly annoyed face, "Since I said that Jiang Cainu's painting is good, then naturally I have my reason." ”

He pointed to the painting of the falling moon, "Everyone looks at her whole composition, vivid and interesting, in the middle of the first painted a large green watermelon, in order to reflect the texture of the watermelon, deliberately used black and green pigments to make dark green, so that the texture of the watermelon does not look abrupt, presumably Jiang Cainu has thought about it." ”

"Let's see that she drew two more pieces of watermelon that have been cut under the side of this watermelon, the skin is thin and red, the melon seeds are black and full, and the brushwork and coloring are very good."

The most noteworthy is the poem she wrote in the upper left corner of the painting:

green jade and blue traces,

The sweet juice is cool in the mouth.

Shake the fan of the world,

Sadness and sorrow are forgotten.

This poem can be described as the finishing touch, written smoothly and rhymed, vivid and interesting, and with a far-reaching artistic conception.

Throughout the painting, the meaning is vivid, fresh and moving. Especially this watermelon poem, after reading it, I can't help but make people frown and feel beautiful.

If you practice diligently and improve your painting skills, then this painting can definitely be called a top grade.

"Jiang Cainu, tell me about your idea of painting this painting." Chen Ruoran smiled lightly at the falling moon.

Luoyue blinked, took a breath and was a little embarrassed to be praised by Painter Chen, "Actually, I don't have any ideas, I just draw what I think, the weather has been hot and humid these two days, I think it would be good to be able to eat a few pieces of watermelon, it is delicious and cool to relieve the heat." ”

"However," she said with a little regret, "it's a pity that I don't have good drawing skills, if I draw two figures, eating watermelon and shaking a fan and chatting, it will be perfect...... It's a pity that I can only draw watermelons......"

After Luoyue finished speaking, her eyelids drooped, she shook her head, sighed, and looked sorry.

Qu Rumei on the side, as the daughter of the prince of Zhenguo, has always been high and proud, and regards herself as the first talented woman in Qiguo. Accustomed to the flattery of others, today he was robbed of the limelight by Jiang Luoyue, and he held his breath in his heart and had nowhere to vent, so he said sarcastically to Luoyue: "Jiang Cai was born as a female civilian, although this Jiang Taiyi is a seven-grade medical officer, but I heard that he has been practicing medicine in the poor countryside before becoming a medical doctor. ”

Hearing this, Luo Yue's brows furrowed slightly, her heart was furious, and she stood up and sneered at each other: "As the saying goes, since ancient times, heroes don't ask where they come from, we people have gone up for dozens of generations, which one of them is not an ordinary person, Qu Cainu, you won't even look down on your ancestors!" ”

"You ......"

Qu Ruyan was choked by the falling moon and couldn't speak.