The study is very large, surrounded by all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, and at this time there is a large table in the study by the window.

This look is specially made for the convenience of painting.

At this time, there was still a pair of words that had been written on the table, and I watched myself dancing with dragons and phoenixes, but I wrote well.

At first glance, it was written by Principal Wang.

"Let's see, how big is it?" The old principal said as he walked to the bookshelf next to him, looked at the rolled rice paper, and couldn't help tilting his head to look at Song Qing.

"This, I really don't understand, how old do you want Zhao Cheng?"

"I'll see." Zhao Cheng said and strode to Principal Wang's side.

Zhao Cheng's eyes fell on the rolls of rice paper that looked thick one by one on the bookshelf.

Just by looking at it, he could see that this was indeed a good rice paper.

Zhao Cheng reached out and picked up a bookbook on the shelf, and whispered, "Just want this!" ”

The old principal couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at the roll of rice paper in Zhao Cheng's hand.

Good boy, this roll of rice paper is not ordinary rice paper, but a friend gave him, and it is also the best roll of rice paper on his bookshelf.

"The young man has good eyesight, but he picked out the best piece of rice paper here at a glance, I don't know how to paint?"

"Okay." Zhao Cheng said and glanced at the old man and said in a deep voice, "Can I borrow your study." ”

The old principal was stunned for a moment, and laughed, "Yes, you can use it casually." ”

Zhao Cheng nodded, "Thank you." ”

The old headmaster stepped forward, rolled up his calligraphy and drawings on the desk, and made room.

Zhao Cheng glanced at the empty desk and waved his hand.

The rice paper spread out quickly as if it was alive, and in an instant, the wide rice paper was quickly placed on the desk.

The old principal was stunned for a moment and became serious, just with this hand, he couldn't do it by asking himself.

Zhao Cheng walked to the desk and stood up, his eyes fell on the rice paper on the table in front of him, this is a piece of rice paper one meter wide and one meter five long, so it is very large.

After the rice paper was laid, Zhao Cheng began to pour water and grind ink, which was very slow, and he still had his eyes closed.

After Zhao Cheng studied ink, he reached out and picked up two brushes, dipped them in ink, and then the next moment Song Qing's eyes widened.

What is called dual-purpose, Song Qing has seen it.

At this time, Zhao Cheng was painting and inscribed at the same time, and his whole movement was smooth, except for the ink in the middle, his hands did not pause the rest of the time.

Slowly, a beautiful and atmospheric landscape painting was formed under his brush.

The mountains are steep, the canyons and waterfalls, and the mountains overlap in the original place, and the clouds and mist are shrouded.

In the mist, you can faintly see a dozen men dressed in black and riding horses galloping past that place.

The whole painting is majestic, and there is a little bit of gentle longing, but I just don't know what the painter is missing.

Song Qing stared at Zhao Cheng's painting, I don't know why, I always feel that the scene in it is a little familiar.

Principal Wang stretched his neck throughout the whole process, staring at the painting on the table, so excited that he seemed to have seen his own father.

Zhao Cheng put down the brush in his hand and hung it on the brush shelf.

It wasn't until Zhao Cheng put away his pen that the old principal squeezed Zhao Cheng and Song lightly aside and stood in Zhao Cheng's position to watch the painting.

"Good drawing, good writing." Principal Wang wanted to reach out and touch it, but his hand didn't stretch out and quickly took it back, "You can't touch it, this touch will destroy it, and the ink hasn't dried yet." ”

He asked himself that he was a little talented in calligraphy and painting, but his painting, compared to the painting of the young man in front of him, was not a painting at all.

That's just a child's graffiti.