A green color began to spread out in the upper left corner of the drawing paper, and the corner of the mountain forest had jumped on the paper.

There is nothing surprising about the green mountains and forests, but the surprising thing lies in the painting and color!

I saw that the green was supplemented by ink, and the color was very well grasped, and what was painted was the color of the deep and quiet mountain forest.

As the girl's pen dipped in ink and landed on the drawing paper one after another, it was like a pair of giant hands slowly unfolding the mountain forest, showing it to everyone little by little.

In this mountain forest, there are towering ancient trees with vigorous and majestic branches, beautiful and straight green pines, and savage thorn bushes.

And as the scenery of the mountains and forests, which occupies the upper half of the painting paper, gradually completes, it adds a sense of simplicity to the deep silence.

Quaint......

When these two words appeared in the mind of Qiao Saijiu, who could see the gods, he only felt a shock.

According to him, this so-called quaint artistic conception has always been the most difficult to paint......

To present this artistic conception, not only does the painter need to paint, but the person who paints also needs to have a precipitated mind, and it is also necessary to integrate this mind into the brush, first turning nothing into nothingness, and then turning into nothingness...... Although it seems to be chattering, it is indeed what it means!

At the fence on the third floor, the voices of the crowd have become noisy.

"I really didn't expect it...... This young lady's painting is so ......"

"Just looking at this half of the mountain forest, it's extraordinary......"

Seeing that Qiao Yang was stunned for a long time, the conversation upstairs gradually became noisy, and Yao Yi couldn't help but come forward.

But just one glance, Deng Shi was also stunned.

He suppressed the sudden ups and downs in his heart, turned his head to look at Qiao Xianjiu, and felt unbelievable - such excellent painting skills, he, as a teacher, actually said that he didn't know? How the hell is this hidden!

Xu is also because of the wine, Qiao Xianjiu only felt a little dazed at this time, he glanced at the girl who was still painting, and then grabbed Chang Suian's arm and dragged the person aside to interrogate.

“…… Who has Sui Ning learned painting with in recent years? Qiao Xijiu stared at Chang Sui'an tightly, lowered his voice and asked, "Who did you invite to be her husband?" ”

Chang Suian was puzzled for a while: "In recent years, my sister has never had a husband." ”

My sister used to be too quiet, and the two gentlemen I invited left the house when my sister was thirteen years old, and my sister liked to study alone.

"Then why is there so much growth?" Qiao sacrificed wine and couldn't hide his bewilderment.

Although he said that he didn't know how the child's painting skills were, it was because he didn't know how it had been in recent years, but he was the third father of a man, and it was impossible for him to know nothing about the child's affairs - this child was grown up by him, although he liked poetry, calligraphy and painting when he was young, but he was not outstanding.

When he got older, he saw that the child was happy and quiet, and he only treated poetry, calligraphy and painting for his own pleasure, so he did not interfere too much.

But who knew what he saw today surprised him!

Compared with the before and after, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has opened up the spiritual wisdom!

On the other hand, Sui An's kid is calm, and he must know the reason why Sui Ning has grown by leaps and bounds in calligraphy and painting-

Qiao Xianjiu waited for Chang Sui'an to answer for a moment.

"Uncle Qiao is saying that Ning Ning is very good at drawing?" Chang Sui An said in a tone of "isn't this normal": "Isn't Ke Ning Ning a genius?" As early as when Ning Ning painted her first picture when she was a child, I told Daddy and Uncle Qiao about it. ”

Joe's sacrificial wine: "......"

The kind of genius in his eyes is different from the kind of genius that can only be seen by himself when this kid is blinded by his sister!

Obviously, he couldn't ask anything, and Qiao Xianjiu simply walked back to the book again.

In the time he was gone, the girl with the pen had added "living creatures" to the paper—several apes that were climbing or crouching on trees.

The girl used to paint monkeys with more brown colors and less ink, depicting clever and playful monkeys.

No matter where they were, no matter what posture they were, their eyes were all looking at the same place—it was blank, and they didn't know what they were going to paint.

Then, the girl changed her pen and picked up the one that was used to dip the green ink.

Where the monkeys were looking, she traced a clump of twigs and green leaves.

The branches and leaves are formed, and then the pen is changed, dipped in vermilion ink, and round red beans appear under the pen.

Yao Xia and the others were slightly surprised.

The third floor above also set off a burst of discussion.

Someone on the second floor glanced up and said dissatisfiedly: "These people, what are they clamoring about, disturbing the little girl to paint!" ”

"That's right......"

I really can't get used to seeing these people on the third floor making a fuss at every turn...... Because they can't see the second floor!

Although I was already curious by the reaction of those people on the third floor, it was not good for so many people to come forward, right?

But fortunately, they secretly elected a thick-skinned person - the word "push" is mainly in the word "push".

The young scholar who was pushed out cheekily leaned over to the book and looked at it, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It wasn't until he could no longer bear the sight of those little ladies that he turned back into the crowd.

"How?" The crowd asked.

The scholar nodded: "Wonderful......"

"What's so good?"

The scholar seemed to come back to his senses: "I also drew the red bean!" ”

Painted red beans too?

I had guessed that it was a huge ink painting, and I thought I would avoid color ink - but who knew that it was a huge color ink painting.

The previous speculation was to paint the landscape and avoid the red bean scene...... But now you also draw red beans?

"But it's not just this ......" The scholar didn't dare to raise his voice but couldn't hide his amazement: "This red bean is not the other red bean, although they are all red beans, but the artistic conception is completely different!" ”

The crowd listened even more itchy: "Tell me more clearly......"

"It's inexplicable!"

The Zhu Moli used to depict red beans was mixed with some dark colors by Chang Suining.

At this moment, the red beans of different sizes in her pen have not changed but their color is dark, which is more in line with the entire deep mountain forest.

The scene in the painting is extremely quiet, but the scene in the building is gradually noisy.

Listening to more and more amazing compliments on the third floor, Duan finally couldn't help but step forward.

Wei Miaoqing hesitated for a moment, her heart was crossed, and she quickly followed.

The scholar who was pushed out before only felt that there was a scene in front of him, and he stepped forward again in impatience.

As long as he throws away his face, the eyes of those little ladies will not be able to drive him away!

At this time, Wei Shuyi finally got up from the pouch mat, tidied up the sleeves of his shirt and robe, and stepped forward.

He slowly walked to the left side of Chang Sui Ning Shuyu, lowered his eyes to look at the half-finished painting, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the scene in the painting seemed to enter his eyes, dyeing his eyes a little deeper.

Dongtai Shilang Wei Shilang is a well-known person who can speak well, and he can also be said to be alive if he is dead.

But at this time, his praise was even quiet.

Or it can no longer be called a compliment.

For him, praise is mostly from the top down.

He looked silently at the hand that was splashing ink on the paper.

She bent slightly, moving the pen on the paper, sometimes splashing, sometimes changing the pen to sketch carefully, she gave the painting very focus, but every time the pen did not hesitate, but the pen was exactly the same, each stroke fell firmly where it should appear.

This requires great drawing skills.

Just like a seemingly simple line, if you want to draw it accurately, you can only realize that it is not easy to write it.

At this moment, Uncle Wei's eyes were extremely quiet, like a deep mountain in a painting.

However, the heart is just different, such as the mountain stream she is depicting in her pen, and the sound of the torrent echoes.

He is recognized by the world as a genius, famous when he was young, entered the ranks as a teenager, or because he saw and understood too many things too early, even if he is gentle and easy-going on the surface, but he is picky and proud on the inside, and it is even difficult to look at anything with a truly appreciative eye, and there are few people and things that can make him feel fresh.

So when Hezhou first met her, he felt fresh and curious about her.

To put it inappropriately, it seems that a bored cat has finally bumped into a bold little mouse that can be used to relieve boredom.

Uncle Wei looked at the wrist holding the pen quietly.

But she wasn't a little mouse—he knew it when he first saw his own self-righteousness in her eyes.

Now, it's different.

He believed that she had the power to prove herself today, because he happened to know that she was good at two kinds of handwriting, and it was usually difficult to see the clue - the same is true for calligraphy and painting, so even if the picture of the girl's red bean was really hers, it should not be difficult for her to draw a painting that seemed completely different.

Although there were so many scribes here, it was difficult to hide from everyone easily, but she must be sure that she was so calm.

But if she only thinks that she is grasping the gap in the artistic conception of the details, or that painting is just to stall for time, he will soon be able to secretly find other evidence to prove that the man is lying—

As for what he saw now, it was something he had never imagined.

She painted such a picture, even just half of it...... There was no need for anyone to discern and prove anything for her.

But what she wants seems to be more than that.

She also drew the outline of the girl, between the red beans and the mountain stream.

The number of people gathered around gradually increased.

"Don't squeeze don't squeeze ......" Yao Xia was busy maintaining order, and secretly annoyed that although Wei Shilang was born extremely beautiful, he was not a good example, and when he came, those people followed!

The idea of the literati is very simple - Wei Shilang starts first, and the law does not blame the public!

They tried to be as quiet as they could, poking their heads to look at the paper on the eucalyptus.

It may no longer be called drawing paper.

The girl used her pen to build a lifelike deep mountain forest, and just by looking at it, it would pull people into it, as if there was a real ape sound in her ears, and there was a stream chirping.

But what is surprising is that the girl in the girl's pen only stands with a still back, the outline is extremely simple, and she is dressed in ink, and there are no other colors.

This is a painted ink painting, and the painter is very good at using color, but he is stingy to add a little bright color to the girl in the painting.

Why is that?

But everyone's attention is more focused on the blank space in the center of the painting.

At this point, the girl put down her pen and moved her wrist.

Then he asked, "Is there tea?" ”

"Yes, yes, there ......!" Qiao returned to his senses with a drink, and hurriedly asked people to serve tea - if it weren't for the fact that he knew that his old arms and legs were running slowly, he would hate to serve it himself!

At this point, half an hour has passed since Chang Suining began to paint.

Only then did Xi'er dare to step forward to wipe her sweat for her girl, and asked, "Is the girl finished painting?" After the drawing, the maid will give you a beating on the shoulder! ”

Immediately, a literati replied instead of Chang Suining: "I haven't finished painting, this is obviously finished!" ”

This blank space in the painting is not small, and if it is painted, it is probably the most eye-catching part of the whole painting.

Although Chang Niangzi no longer needs to prove herself, there must always be a beginning and an end to do things!

Seeing that as soon as the girl put down the pen, she returned to her casual color, and everyone was inexplicably worried that she would not finish the pen - this pit has been dug and must be filled!

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With this concern, many people looked at Qiao Saijiu - as a teacher, you have to take care of it!

Fortunately, when the girl took the tea cup handed by the servant, she looked at the blank space and said, "I haven't finished painting yet." ”

Whether the girl is holding the tea cup or raising the hand in front of her, they are all dyed with a little colored ink, and the colors are varied, and they are brilliant and colorful under the lights in the building.

She looked up and drank the cup of tea.

Mrs. Xie looked at the girl drinking tea, and couldn't help but feel a layer of incomprehension in her heart.

She saw the changes in the atmosphere in the building, and also heard the amazing compliments one after another.

How amazing is it?

How could the person who drew that picture of a girl's lovesickness have the ability to draw something amazing?

As for the painting that the man surnamed Zhou brought was fake?

There is no such possibility......

She still understands the other party's style of behavior, and it is impossible to just take out a fake painting and rashly ask her to go on this trip!

"Madame...... Want to check it out? The servant asked in a low voice.

"What's the hurry?" Mrs. Xie suppressed her irritability and said calmly: "Wait until she finishes painting." ”

The servant woman should "yes", thinking quickly in her heart, not knowing what came to mind, and quickly calmed down.

Mingluo still sat where he was, watching the crowd get closer and closer.

She looked at Cui Jing from time to time.

He had one hand behind his back, and his figure was broad and straight.

Chang Suining painted for as long as he wanted, and he stood like this for as long as he wanted, just watching and observing from a distance, and did not come forward.

He may not be curious about Chang Suining's paintings, but Mingluo feels that the biggest possibility is that he needs to look around outside the crowd to prevent changes.

So, is he guarding this Dengtai Tower for Chang Suining?

If this speculation was true, she would love to ask why.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Chang Suining had already put pen to paper again.

"Taifu, Taifu...... Why don't you check it out? The old servant beside Mrs. Chu walked back from the crowd and shook the old lady who was sitting on the side of the small one and was napping.

Mrs. Chu lifted her eyelids and said unhappily: "The little girl was forced to prove her name...... What is there to see in such vulgar and rotten things? ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and drove the old servant away: "Don't delay me from sleeping." ”

If it weren't for someone downstairs guarding and not letting him go, even if he walked strongly, he would probably attract a fart worm with no sense of boundary, and he would have gone back a long time ago!

Regardless of whether this little girl can prove her innocence or not, he is not happy to see such a bad thing!

At this time, the finishing thing in the girl's pen has begun to appear in the rudimentary outline.

Everyone was curious about what the girl would paint here, as the middle of the painting—

And the pen in her hand quickly gave an answer.

"Yes...... Tiger? ”

"It's a tiger!"

Unexpected surprises came one after another.

Women painting tigers are really rare!