When he went back that night, Tan Ran borrowed some pen, ink and paper from Tan Cheng, and then locked himself in the room and didn't come out until it was time to eat.

"Cousin, what are you doing in the house?"

"I painted a picture."

"Drawing? Can you also draw? Tan Yu was surprised, and then said with a little admiration: "How can you do anything?" ”

Tan Cheng was a little interested: "What did you paint?" ”

Tan Ran swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "A few days ago, a few old hens were grabbing food in the yard, and I thought that picture was interesting, so I drew it. ”

Tan Cheng didn't expect much from Tan Ran's painting skills, but he still wanted to see how this cousin was painting, he also wanted to learn to paint before, but in this way, he had to invite a master alone to teach, and the Tan family naturally couldn't afford to invite him, so he didn't mention these things to his parents.

Therefore, as soon as he finished eating, he took Tan Ran to see the painting, and when he really saw the painting, he was really surprised.

"Cousin, is this really what you painted?"

"Well, it's just like the real thing." Tan Yu couldn't help but admire.

But no, although there is no extra color, only black is used, but the shade is appropriate, the picture is extremely smooth, there is no place to break the ink and condense the ink, the whole picture seems to be achieved overnight. The protagonist of the painting is two old hens competing for food, an old hen with straight tail feathers staring at the other thin hen close to the insect, the hen seems to be extremely afraid of the high feather chicken, but the chick behind him is hungry and chirping non-stop, so the hair all over the body is blown up, standing firmly in front of the chicken, although afraid but not retreating, the insects on the ground bend their bodies to take advantage of the time of the old hen's confrontation, is struggling to avoid the fate of falling into the chicken's mouth, the picture is extremely moving, the aggressiveness of the high feather chicken, The apprehension and identification of the old hens, the anticipation of the chirping chirping, and the struggles of the insects are all depicted very delicately, and Tan Cheng recognized at a glance that this is not what the chickens at home look like.

Why hadn't he seen a few hens hunting before, so interesting?

Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, Tan Ran asked, "How is it?" ”

Tan Yu has seen it at a glance, he has always been more interested in dancing knives and guns, but Tan Cheng is different, although it is not as lofty as the artistic conception of painting that Mr. said in class before, but he likes this delicate and real feeling more, which has the taste of life.

So he said excitedly: "Cousin, your painting is really good!" ”

Tan Ran breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, then this would be easy.

Tan Cheng looked at Tan Ran with bright eyes and said, "Cousin, you teach me to draw!" ”

"This ......" Tan Ran was embarrassed, to be honest, painting was really the only thing she liked before, but it was a pity that this was useless to assassinate Li Zeyou, so no one taught her at all, but she pondered when she had nothing to do in her daily life, and sometimes she felt that the painting was good, so she disguised herself and brought the painting to the painting club, and hung it there for others to comment, she did make a lot of progress under the guidance of the people in the art club, but she thought that she was not qualified to teach people.

"I don't know much about that, if I teach you randomly, it will not be good for you to learn painting in the future." Looking at the disappointed look of anticipation on the young man's face, Tan Ran couldn't bear to say: "Don't be sad, I painted for you." ”

Tan Cheng: "For me? ”

Tan Ran nodded, and said his plan: "Today in the bookstore, I saw the shopkeeper selling a pair of ink and bamboo pictures, the painting is really not very good, but the shot turned out to be twenty taels of silver, I thought about making money like this, then I will also paint a few, and hang them in the bookstore to sell them when the time comes, not to mention twenty taels, you can always earn ten taels of silver." ”