Su Yutan was still smiling, and her voice was soft, "Qingqing, my sister is for your good, no matter how ignorant you are, the scene will be ugly."

After sweeping the elders not far away, I gritted my teeth and went to the bathroom in the side hall.

After washing my hands, I looked at a face in my mirror, and a sneer jumped on my lips for no reason.

I don't know why I'm laughing, the black gas in my body seems to eat away at my nerves, so I can't resist the urge to beat people, I raised my hand and slapped my head hard, I tried to stay awake.

Okay, don't you Su Yutan just want to see me embarrassed?

Today, I will let you see, what is called a soldier to block, and water to cover the earth.

If you want me to make a joke in front of everyone, there is no door!

Turning his hand back to open the door of the bathroom, Su Yutan, who was waiting outside the door, still looked at me worriedly, "Qingqing, are you really okay?"

I looked at her expressionlessly, gathered my shawl, raised my feet and walked towards the long table where pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared.

At the same time, the corners of my lips were like flipping a switch, and I smiled politely and appropriately.

Seeing that I picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, the elders also laughed and approached the onlookers.

Looking at my eyes, there are deep doubts, but also unconcealed expectations.

No one asked me what I was going to paint, and I was left to my own devices.

I bathed in my gaze, thought for a few seconds, and then went straight to paper.

The paper is Yunlong skin semi-cooked rice paper, which is the rice paper I commonly use when practicing painting at home, and it is very handy to use.

In fact, what I originally prepared was landscape sketches, or flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Earlier I couldn't draw trees, especially willow trees, because they had their branches downward, and I would have had a hard time drawing them.

There is even a saying in Chinese painting, it is difficult to draw people and hands, animals and dogs, flowers and leaves, and trees and willows.

I used to make slow progress, but I was stuck here, and I once felt that learning to paint was a vassal elegance, and I couldn't break through my neck.

Fortunately, I have a very strict teacher Meng, and after a long and boring practice, I slowly overcome these problems.

In the end, it remains to master the strength of the line, which has been the focus of my practice in recent months.

When I found that I could manipulate the lines, I was able to make small paintings at my fingertips. Look at the book

It's just that I didn't expect that under the watchful eyes of everyone, the first thing that came to my mind was bamboo!

Bamboo, on the other hand, seems simple, but it pays more attention to the details of the brushwork.

The shade of ink is appropriate, not only to draw the light and elegant charm of bamboo leaves, but also to show the artistic conception of bamboo knots vigorous and noble.

If you don't play it well, you will draw the bamboo like thatch with teeth and claws.

As the so-called insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the excitement, but whenever I make a fool, I will be laughed at by these insiders.

Thinking of this, I directly sketched a small bamboo forest, with rugged rocks, reflecting each other, a stream of flowing water, and the forest was cold and green.

By the way, I also combined calligraphy and poetry next to it, which I want to always remember-

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

When I put the pen back, I looked at the elders, "I'm sorry, I'm ugly, and I hope the elders will teach me."

As I spoke, I looked directly at Granny Su.

What I care about the most in my heart is naturally what Granny Su thinks of me.

The old man looked at my painting and said nothing, but his eyes were full of joy.

When she nodded and pulled the corners of her lips, the boulder I was carrying in my heart also fell, and it was worth it.

"Su Lao, your Qingqing is really talented in painting, this bamboo leaf painting is scattered, elegant and smart, and the bone joints can reveal strength, this painting is completed in one go, indicating that she is confident, and she can recognize her person by looking at her paintings, it seems that Qingqing's child is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, professionally speaking, this child can reach the ninth level, and the future is ......limitless."

As soon as the commentator's voice fell, President Chen also bent over to take a closer look at the poem I dubbed, "Qingqing, who are you practicing calligraphy with

, dignified and majestic, elegant and clear, it looks like the style of the old man of Mohai."

I told you the truth, "I practiced with my brother Meng Chin."

"No wonder it can be written so well, Rong Tang is the only closed disciple of Old Man Mohai in his later years."

President Chen sighed, "In this way, you can be regarded as the descendant of the old man Mohai, and that is a calligraphy master."

I smiled embarrassedly, "It's a shame to be complimented."

This matter is indeed a big advantage for me, Meng Qin is a teacher of everyone, and he belongs to a famous teacher and a high apprentice.

I am considered an apprentice of a high apprentice, and now I can write a good hand, which is really the credit of Meng Qin.

The most important thing is that the old man Mohai passed away five years ago.

When he was alive, the old man was not a commercial painter, and the ink treasures left behind were very scarce, Meng Qin, as a close disciple of the old man, calligraphy and painting were naturally very marketable, but Meng Qin did not value these, he wrote and painted purely as a hobby, and did not sell them to the outside world.

As a result, Meng Qin's calligraphy and painting are a bit sought-after in the industry, and the more he doesn't write, the more people ask for painting and words.

But these are nothing to me, I have a lot of Meng Qin's works at home, and even under my stalking, he also copied a volume of the Pure Sutra for me, pondering and pondering, if I really don't have any defeat in the future, I can also take out Meng Qin's calligraphy and paintings and sell them!

If I can make a lot of money, then I have to ......

How many are not people?!

Thinking is a drift and a sharp turn.

Meng Qin is my master on another level!

I still want to eat meat without spitting out bones!

Bah!

Take a sip of yourself.

Why are you so embarrassed?

The elders in front of me were still praising me, and they didn't hesitate to praise me, and even Su Qingge nodded at my paintings.

They thought that I would be able to paint the charm of bamboo in a short period of time, and if I really put my heart and soul into creating large-scale works, I would definitely be able to make waves in the world of calligraphy and painting.

Granny Su listened to these half-truths and half-truths and kept laughing and not saying a word.

The old man only held my hand and expressed his satisfaction with increasing force.

I pursed my lips and smiled, and I could feel Granny Su's approval, which was the biggest gain for me.

Receiving praise in my ears, my mind still can't stop believing in the reins.

It's really not good if the brain circuits don't flutter, if I'm immersed in this, I can't stand it every minute!

In a blink of an eye, the sisters found a way to relieve their frustration, and that was to stare at Su Yutan's face.

When the elders looked at my paintings, almost all of them were emotionally supportive, after all, I knew in my own heart that I was playing well.

Even if they are borrowing questions to play, I have to do the exam questions almost a little bit first, to put it bluntly, who wants to boast that I am a good student, do I have to pass the exam, and I have to take the test seventy or eighty points at the very least, so that people can open their mouths to praise, otherwise if they want to praise you, they have to rack their brains, hold up a sentence, and the painting has a lot of room for improvement.

What about Su Yutan?

She looked at my paintings as if she had seen a thousand-year-old enemy.

The stiff and twitching corners of her lips gave me the illusion that if I put a basin on her chin, she would throw up when she tilted her head!