"Old man......"

The maid wanted to say that the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been prepared, but Zheng Qingfang glared at a glance, and she was so frightened that she quickly shut up and slowed down her breathing.

Zheng Qingfang's heart was itching, but he didn't dare to urge Sun Mo, so he could only wait patiently.

Sun Mo stood in front of the bookcase, took a wolf hair, hung the pen and raised the ink, and began to draw on the rice paper.

Emotions brewing, composing in the mind, all non-existent.

At this time, Sun Mo wanted to paint Lu Zhiruo accurately, clearly, and at a glance, which had a profound impact and could never be forgotten.

"My papaya girl, you must not have anything to do!"

Sun Mo was anxious, and his pen was much faster.

A little bit, a probe, with Sun Mo's smart brushstrokes, a picture of a girl's spring rain gradually jumped on the paper.

In early spring, apricot blossoms rain.

A young girl wears a light spring shirt, grabs a large banana leaf with both hands, puts it on her head, and then squats by the stream outside the town to watch the ants wet in the light rain move!

Wail!

A frog jumped up and jumped on the banana leaf, and the papaya girl's beautiful big eyes went up, and she wanted to reach out and catch it.

As he sketched the pen, Sun Mo's heart became more and more worried, if Lu Zhi was so simple and kind, why should he suffer this ordeal?

What resentment and hatred are coming towards me!

Papaya Niang is cute, like a blank piece of paper, she doesn't know anything about the evil of this world, if this time, she ......

Sun Mo didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Because of the guilt and worry about Lu Zhiruo, Sun Mo especially wanted to draw her clearly and clearly, so after devoting himself wholeheartedly, his mood was triggered.

Boom! Boom!

In the study, the aura surged, gathered over, and stained the end of the pen.

With Sun Mo's painting, he smeared it on rice paper and dyed her with brilliant colors.

The tender green plantains, the crystal rain, and the dark ants are all lifelike, and the wet soil seems to exude an earthy smell, which can be smelled through the picture scroll.

"It's ......"

The maid's eyes widened suddenly, and she was about to cry out subconsciously.

Syllable!

The housekeeper's eyes were quick, and he covered the maid's mouth, if she shouted out, it disturbed Sun Mo's painting, and disturbed the birth of a famous painting, even if she was beaten to death by the old man, she would not be able to apologize.

The maid obviously thought of this problem too, and was so frightened that she had no strength and had to lean on the butler's body.

Although I haven't seen it myself, the coloring of the picture scroll is magical and magnificent, which is ...... This should be the legendary realm of 'wonderful brushstrokes'.

Once it appears in this artistic conception, it means that a famous painting is about to be born, if you disturb Sun Mo just now, resulting in the failure of painting......

The maid didn't dare to think about it, with the old man's character of loving painting, she was afraid that she would not be able to get a happy death.

Fortunately, the housekeeper covered his mouth.

A feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe was bred in the maid's chest, because after the sudden tension, she suddenly relaxed, this kind of ups and downs made her incontinent, and it was hot between her legs.

"Huh?"

The housekeeper frowned and felt a sense of wetness, but he didn't think about the reason, because Sun Mo's picture of a girl's spring rain was really amazing.

That girl is cute, cute, innocent, and rushes to her face, but is this breast a little too big?

If memory serves, that girl is only thirteen years old, right?

Wait, the last time I saw that girl, it seemed to be so big, like two big papayas.

Pretty!

Pretty!

Pretty!

Zheng Qingfang didn't dare to speak, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo, but he couldn't help but roar in his heart, it turned out to be another wonderful painting?

I, Zheng Qingfang, actually saw the birth of two famous paintings in succession within three months, and God really treated me well!

No, thanks should be given to Sun Mo!

Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he could know him, which was really the greatest happiness in the past few years.

Immediately, Zheng Qingfang set his eyes on this famous painting again, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but quickly stopped it.

There is no way, this girl is so innocent, any touch is a blasphemy against her, she is a spirit that belongs to nature, without a trace of worldly fireworks.

Bite!

From Zheng Qingfang's friendship +100, friendliness (440/1000).

The maid peed her skirt, embarrassed to death, afraid of being discovered, and was trying to find an excuse to slip away and change into a skirt, but when her eyes fell on the rice paper, she couldn't look away.

This girl is really smart and delicate, which makes people happy at first sight and wants to know about her.

Why didn't this girl carry an oil-paper umbrella instead of a banana leaf? Why did she run outside the town in the spring rain?

Is it waiting for someone to return? And who is waiting?

In an instant, the maid made up a lot of things in her head.

This is a famous painting, the kind of blank artistic conception of Chinese painting, showing to the extreme, although it is just a simple painting, but in fact, it already contains a story!

Bite!

+100 friendship from the maid, friendliness (100/1000).

In the study, because the aura was too strong, there were flickering spots of light, like fireflies, floating around, and some of them fell on the rice paper, making the coloring more gorgeous and more vivid.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo put away his pen, looked down, and was immediately dissatisfied.

What kind of bullshit am I drawing, aren't I going to draw a portrait for someone? What am I doing when I draw a banana leaf?

There is also a 'quack', do you want to give papaya Niang***?

Sun Mo, who was full of disgust, reached out and grabbed the rice paper and drew a new one.

"What are you doing?"

Zheng Qingfang yelled as if he saw his beloved granddaughter about to be ravaged by bad people, and suddenly pounced and grabbed Sun Mo's wrist.

"This painting is not good!"

Sun Mo frowned.

"Bad drawing?"

The housekeeper was stunned and instinctively looked at the rice paper.

Wonderful brushstrokes are a realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.

Because of the attachment of the aura, it is not only lifelike, but also because of the attachment of the aura, it is no longer black and white ink and paper, but has become colorful, as if the reality is engraved on rice paper.

When the viewer looks at it, his mind will be swayed and intoxicated, producing an extremely pleasant emotion, and even can't help but stop and stay, and he doesn't know the taste of meat in March.

This is a famous painting, not those bewitching and cheap goods that have been hyped up on the market, at least it can be sold for millions of taels, and it is destined to be passed down and become a contemporary treasure to be admired by future generations.

But what did Sun Mo say? The painting is not good? Are you planning to humiliate those painters who can't even paint a famous painting?

If that's not good, the housekeeper can't find a better one.

Bite!

+100 opinion from the butler, friendliness (220/1000).

"It's not very good, your characters are very well drawn, but the scenery is a little worse. ”

Zheng Qingfang had some regrets.

Can it not be bad?

What Sun Mo learned from the system is a master-level branch of Chinese painting and figure painting, landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects do not know at all, but relying on the realm of wonderful brushstrokes to produce flowers, it has also reached an ordinary level, at least it is not ashamed.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled bitterly, I'm here to beg you to do something, what do you mean by talking to me about painting?

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Zheng Qingfang looked apologetic, looked at the figure painting, gritted his teeth, didn't care about the frame, and handed it to the housekeeper: "Go, find my old friends, let them use all their energy, be sure to find this girl within a day, and I Zheng Qingfang will be grateful afterwards." ”

"Yes, sir!"

The housekeeper solemnly took the "Girl's Spring Rain" with both hands and left immediately.

"Eh, protect yourself, don't deface. ”

Zheng Qingfang still couldn't hold back, reminded him, and then laughed at himself, and went to find someone with a famous painting, Sun Mo, you are really extravagant and terrible!

If those old guys knew, they would definitely scold me for being a tyrannical thing.

However, human life is at stake, and if you are not willing to give it, you have to be willing to give it, not to mention that the famous painter is by your side, if you want a famous painting, let him paint again?

Zheng Qingfang could only comfort himself like this, but his heart really hurt.

"Thank you, Uncle Zheng. ”

Sun Mo is really grateful, like Zheng Qingfang uses this kind of connection, all he pays is favors, and no amount of money is enough.

"When you say this, you are out of sight, but I treat you as a friend. ”

Zheng Qingfang's tone was unpleasant.

Hearing this, the maid couldn't help but gasp, and looked at Sun Mo with shocked eyes, who is this young man?

You know, even if one of the master's favorite nephews came to ask for an official, he didn't care, but now for the sake of this young man, he didn't say a word and began to beg for someone.

Master's old friends, but a big man who can make Jinling tremble with a stomp.

"Besides, I'll do you a favor, and you can get a famous painting in the end, no matter how you look at it, it's all earned!"

Zheng Qingfang blackened himself, trying to relieve Sun Mo's anxiety, but it was useless.

"Then there is Uncle Lao Zheng, I will go back to school now and see if Zhiruo has gone back?"

Sun Mo took his leave.

"Be careful on the road!"

Zheng Qingfang wanted to send Sun Mo to the gate, but this almost scared the maid to death, and knelt directly on the ground, you are a patient, do you know?

Of course, Sun Mo would not let Zheng Qingfang send him away, and ran away all the way.

Zheng Qingfang sat in the study, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used by Sun Mo, showing a look of envy, is this the so-called genius?

He loves calligraphy and painting, and in calligraphy, he can be regarded as an achievement, but in terms of painting skills, he can't do it, after all, this kind of thing requires talent.

Zheng Qingfang could see that Sun Mo didn't take painting seriously at all, and it was no surprise that this should be the second time he took the pen since he painted "Sanzang Westward Journey" in Yuelaixuan Bookstore last time, but he didn't expect that a famous painting was born.

"It's a pity!"

Zheng Qingfang sighed that Sun Mo was determined to be a famous teacher, so he would no longer work hard as a painter, so in this world, there is destined to be one less painting saint.

Regretful!

What a pity!

Sun Mo returned to school as soon as possible, and ran to the girls' dormitory, Li Ziqi was worried that something had happened to Sun Mo, and he also knew that Sun Mo would definitely come to see Lu Zhiruo's absence, so he was waiting for him here.

"Haven't come back yet?"

Although he had already guessed this result, but hearing it with his own ears, Sun Mo was still dizzy and dark, it was really the worst situation!

"No, you have to find a way quickly, I'm a senior sister, and I want to protect my junior sister. ”

Li Ziqi racked his brains to think.