Grass!

Someone in the back scolded foul language, do you still have a face, is that a smile on you, is it laughing at you idiot, okay?

Mo Qingyan covered her mouth gently, her beautiful and unique eyes kept smiling, and she stared at Sunan with some curiosity.

"You're pretty special!"

Sunan Saobao shook his head, "Where, where, I'm just handsome and special, so I'm very handsome!"

"Whoosh!"

I don't know who threw out a stationery box and went straight to Sunan's head.

However, Sunan grabbed it casually as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and with a ding, the stationery box was firmly grasped by Sunan in his hand and thrown on the table at will.

Sunan turned around and didn't know who to turn to, so he said impatiently.

"Don't make a fuss, don't look at me talking to me. ”

The boy who threw the stationery box was about to collapse, if someone hadn't stopped him, he would definitely rush up to fight Sunan to the death!

Mo Qingyan giggled and couldn't stop laughing, this seemed to be the day she laughed the most in more than two years, this boy was really interesting.

"If you've been talking to me before, congratulations, you've managed to get my interest, you're an interesting person. ”

Sunan was about to chat with a beautiful woman for a few more words, but was interrupted by Teacher Murong.

"Okay, it's almost time, now we can exchange works at the same table and comment on each other. ”

At this time, the whole class looked at each other, not because of Teacher Murong's regulations, but because of the teacher's usual paintings, they were handed over to the teacher for personal comments.

At this time, the goddess inexplicably had an extra tablemate, do you want to hand over this dirt bun to comment?

Impossible, how can the goddess's painting be understood by him with a dirt bun.

However, what slapped her face was that Mo Qingyan did not hesitate to push the painting in front of Sunan.

"Su Nan, please comment on the clumsy work. ”

"Okay, then I'll see. ”

Everyone cast contemptuous glances, even Teacher Murong.

Mo Qingyan's painting even he can't find any fault, this girl is a genius painter, at the age of fourteen she won the national competition champion, ink painting attainments are almost unparalleled.

Even Mr. Murong, as a senior old painter, was cautious when commenting, for fear that saying the wrong thing would damage his face, what do you know about a dirt bun?

Sunan took Mo Qingyan's words, looked at them for a moment, and then frowned.

Mo Qingyan's pen power is good, it is indeed rare at this age, and the artistic conception of the painting is also impeccable, but Sunan always feels that the characters in the painting lack a little soul.

Seeing Sunan's expression, Mo Qingyan was very curious.

"Sunan, I don't know what about the little girl's painting?"

Sunan's mind was fully immersed in the painting, and he didn't feel the murderous gaze of other people at all.

"It's not that much. ”

How much is it about?

Murong Xingyu was almost about to scold, don't say it here if you don't understand, okay? Mo Qingyan is almost his Murong teacher's signboard, if it weren't for this national champion, the enrollment rate would have dropped a lot.

Now that it is an absolutely perfect work in the eyes of Murong Xingyu, Sunan actually said that it is almost meaningful.

He really couldn't help it, and said in a somewhat angry tone.

"This classmate, please also pay attention to the impact when you speak, Mo's painting, whether it is landscape, blank, or artistic conception is perfect. Especially the general in these words, it is even more vivid, and I am afraid that only classmate Mo can control this momentum. ”

Sunan didn't care about Teacher Murong's angry tone, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes, it's the general, it's almost that much. ”

Teacher Murong's face suddenly became gloomy, I just said that this general is vivid, you kid just told me that it almost meant a little, are you slapping me in the face?

Sunan's words aroused Mo Qingyan's curiosity, and for so many years, no one has ever pointed out the shortcomings of her paintings.

"I also ask Su Nan to give advice. ”

Sunan put away the hanging, his face became serious, and he stretched out two fingers to dot on the painting.

"The painting is hazy and extraordinary, but the general's lines are very clear, and although this stark contrast can highlight the protagonist in the painting, it makes the protagonist out of place in the whole painting. ”

"Moreover, since you are a general, you should be a little more carefree, your depiction is too delicate, obviously, as soon as you see this painting, you immediately know that this is made by a woman. ”

"So it's not a question of your painting skills, it's a matter of your state of mind, you're a woman, and you can't imagine yourself as a general who thinks you're killing the enemy in blood, so it's normal to have this problem. ”

Sunan's words made the class calm down instantly, as the so-called Wen Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu, everyone's understanding of calligraphy and painting must be different, and they don't know whether what Sunan said is right or wrong.

Murong Xingyu snorted coldly, what Sunan said was completely ethereal, completely different from the method he had taught, and he was about to mock it.

I saw that Mo Qingyan suddenly bowed to Sunan, and her flawless face was a little rosy with excitement.

"Thank you Sunan, for so many years, I have always felt that my paintings are a little lacking, and now I am commented by you, it is really like an enlightenment, it turns out that the mood has not arrived. ”

Sunan nodded, sure enough, he is a master, a little through, although for painting, Sunan may just be a rookie, but for appreciation, Sunan can be called a master.

After all, after seeing so many old man's paintings, the skill of appreciation has already been practiced.

As for these so-called painters in the modern secular world, in the words of the old man, they are all rubbish!

Murong Xingyu was stunned, his face was a little unsightly, as if his dignity as a teacher was gone, and he said to Sunan angrily.

"Since Su Nan knows how to draw so well, then you might as well help Mo change it?"

Sunan frowned, not to mention changing the painting, even painting Sunan is a little difficult.

And those who know know that it is much more difficult to change other people's paintings than to be original.

This Teacher Murong is obviously deliberately making things difficult for Sunan.

After thinking for a moment, Sunan smiled confidently again, glanced at Mo Qingyan, and seemed to be asking for advice.

Mo Qingyan was already impressed by Sunan at this time, and of course nodded expectantly.

I saw Sunan roll up his sleeves, did not take the brush, but spread out his palm, and slapped the ink painting before the ink was dry.

"What are you doing!" Murong Xingyu was furious, Mo Qingyan's words, whether it was relying on her own painting fame or her peerless beauty, could attract many people to buy it, which was also an additional income for him.

Now this Sunan directly pressed his dirty hand on, and the ink on it didn't dry, and a good painting was about to be destroyed by him!

Murong Xingyu was still a step late after all, Sunan's hand pressed on the painting and rubbed it slightly, and then he raised it, and his hand still turned black.

Murong Xingyu slapped the table fiercely, and said angrily, "You ruined a work, do you know!"

However, before Murong Xingyu could finish speaking, he saw Mo Qingyan moving a little excitedly, staring at his painting with his eyes, and for a long time, he held back a word that surprised everyone.

"Good!"

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