His smile is not exaggerated, his voice is very soft, and his eyebrows are picturesque.

Seeing me standing there with a red face, Meng Qin stretched out his hand, held the top of my brush, and pressed his wrist down, "Don't be nervous, Chinese painting is about artistic conception, what you want is that the lines are natural and smooth, as long as you dare to put down the pen, there will be no bad painting."

I traced the shape of the tree with his strength, and at first subconsciously resisted his strength, until the tree was sketched in front of me, and I couldn't help laughing, "It's a tree."

"The stone is divided into three sides, the tree is divided into four branches, first draw the thick branches of the main trunk, and then add thin branches, pay attention to the structural relationship......

He said quietly, "The leaves can be painted, like this......

I grew serious with his strength.

When a few trees began to take shape, the mood became more and more joyful.

I can't believe I can paint Chinese paintings!

Isn't that a dream come true?

Just as I was about to paint in detail, Meng Qin's hand on the opposite side loosened, and the tip of my pen followed, and I looked at him with a sigh, "I'm not done."

Meng Qin had a smile in his eyes, "You go on by yourself."

"You can help me with the top of the pen again."

I held a brush and gave it to him, "Finish painting the last leaves."

Meng Qin didn't say a word, picked up the tea on the table, showed a little tiredness between his eyebrows, took a sip of tea and still motioned for me to paint it myself.

He really doesn't look like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, and the old man who drinks tea is the same as my master.

I wanted to put down the brush, but I looked at the trees I had drawn and was a little reluctant to give up.

I tried to draw the way he had just taught me, but I was a little nervous, so I had to look at him again, "Meng Qin."

Meng Qin put down the teacup and lowered his eyes, "You try it first."

"This ......"

The tip of my pen was stained with ink, and I didn't dare to put down the pen when I was eager to try, "How did you do that energy just now, I'm afraid of the ink......

"Nervous about something."

Meng Qin looked at me for a while, then reached over and held the top of the pen again, "Relax your wrist."

I held my breath and continued to dot on the layers of leaves.

As the last stroke falls, the leaves are finally completed in a dense and dense manner.

It looks like it's a natural fit for the cliffs.

It's not obtrusive at all.

Mommy.

I'm in a beautiful mood.

Looking at that painting with joy, it is really the happiest thing I have done in this time!

Holding the brush and about to put it down, "Meng Qin, thank you very much...... Yikes! I'm sorry."

In a fit of excitement, the ink on the tip of the pen rubbed against the sleeve of his shirt.

A snow-white piece of clothing suddenly seemed to have a stain.

Meng Qin looked at it, "It's okay, just change it."

I looked at him apologetically, for no reason, I had the urge to go and click more on his shirt.

It would be nice to use ink to stain all his clothes black and dirty.

As soon as the idea came out, I was shocked!

Isn't that the same as the bad idea that I want to have a drink?

Irritability, this damn frustration!

"Wan Yingying, you wait here for me for a while."

Meng Qin was about to go out with his shirt straightened up, and walked over to the screen and looked at me, "Where do you live?"

"Oh, I live very close."

I hastily came back to my senses, "I can go back by myself, it's not too early, I should ...... too."

"Just as I'm going out to run some errands."

Meng Qin interrupted me lightly, "Your home address."

I thought for a moment, "Taiping Lane."

Meng Qin frowned slightly, "Very close?"

"It's not far."

I said, "It's just a dozen kilometers."

"I'll drop you off."

Meng Qin didn't say anything more, "You wait a while, I have something else to trouble you."

I snorted, see

The thread couldn't help but float towards the black dots on the cuffs of his shirt.

Meng Qin noticed my eyes, "You don't need to blame yourself for a small matter."

I didn't dare to squeak, where is self-blame, I don't think there are enough black spots......

Ahhh

I didn't put up with Meng Qin until I went out, and then I knocked on my forehead.

Crazy!

What a neurotic idea this is.

When I go back, I really have to continue the solid soup, drink it every day, and the messy thoughts have to be suppressed.

After a while, I went to look at the painting again.

It's a pity that I didn't bring my phone, otherwise I really want to take a picture of it and keep a souvenir.

"That's great, I've also learned ink painting, and I want to learn ...... most."

After a pause, I hurriedly touched my nose.

Oops, I learned what I liked and drew it, so why was it okay?!

The head is not swollen, the eyes are not dazzling, and there is nothing abnormal in the body......

Isn't it evil?

By the way, I just didn't react much when I was chatting with my nurse sister downstairs.

Meng Qin's painting will not be sold, it is purely his practice painting, it should be the credit of my shock, plus ......

The eye fell on the aromatherapy jar, and there was a particularly good smell of ebony aroma, which was double-effected.

It seems that I am a blessing in disguise today, and I am very comfortable and safe at this stage.

In a much lighter mood, I looked at the books on the shelves with my hands behind my back and scanned the titles on the spine.

Most of them are art books.

There are also a lot of books on finance and medicine. Look at the book

It's completely different from the kind of books I usually read, so I can't read them.

Finally, I looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

What attracted me was a picture of a red plum blossom, which seemed to be a fine brushwork.

The petals are thick and light, and the pigment is very thick where it is thick.

The sense of hierarchy is very strong, and even the small buds and moss spots are finely outlined.

The eye-catching perception is vigorous and atmospheric, the colors are bright, magnificent and elegant, and the tenacity of plum blossoms arises spontaneously.

I looked closely, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that this painting was extremely vivid.

The red plum stands in the snow, the fresh petals seem to move in the wind, and the dark fragrance floats, shining like clouds.

In the midst of winter, it resembles both a lonely blood-weeping warrior and a blazing flame.

With a fearless attitude, enchanting, atmospheric, and in full bloom.

Suddenly, I remembered a poem, independent thousands of forests are overwhelming, and they are proud of the wind and bones.

Whoever taught the head guest of Qunyufeng also dyed a red skirt and a veil.

This red plum picture is too beautiful and too beautiful.

Especially the petals, a little bit of topping, like alive!

I sighed, turned my eyes slightly, and saw the accompanying poem next to me-

'The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold.

The poems are very appropriate, but what amazes me is the calligraphy.

The pen is steep and steep, quite the style of European calligraphy, the font looks broad and broad, like the face of the body open on all sides.

The golden hook and iron stroke, the pen power is deep, such as the sword out of the sheath, but it does not lose the elegance of the connotation, and the real rhyme is vivid.

Unconsciously looked at the signature seal and recognized-

"Rong Tang?"

It's this Rong Tang again!

It turned out that he was not only good at small block letters, but also good at other penmanship.

This must be a famous calligrapher and painter!

"Everything?"

Meng Qin's faint voice sounded, "It's okay, let's go."

"This Red Plum Picture ......"

I looked at him with suppressed excitement, "Did you draw it?"

"Mother gave it to me."

Meng Qin changed into a dark tweed jacket, and his white jade-like temperament added a little depth, and he raised his wrist to look at the time, "It's not early, if you like it, you can come back next time."

Mother?

His mother is not Su Da......

Ahem, Su Qingge?