Entertainment, I am a great artist

The "Shrimp Fun" pill is only effective for half an hour.

After taking the pill, Fang Yi quickly fixed the rice paper on the drawing board, and then dipped the pen into the ink.

Hang your wrists!

Swipe!

With one tick and one circle, an ink shrimp floated on the rice paper.

The shrimp has tentacles and long beards, and its back is bowed, as if it is alive.

Li Yun next to him suddenly changed his expression.

As a student of Chinese painting since he was a child, he didn't even see clearly how Fang Yi drew it.

Shrimp can actually draw like this?

A few strokes are more vivid than those hundreds of times complicated meticulous paintings.

Couldn't help holding my breath.

After Fang Yi finished drawing the first shrimp, he was sure that it was no different from Qi Baishi's painting. He continued to draw the second shrimp and then the third one...

After the eight shrimps were drawn, Fang Yi used the remaining ink on the brush to inscribe a picture.

[Wherever there is water and bamboo, I, Mr. Cao, will go first. 】

Fang Yi does not have his own badge.

At the end of the article, I wrote my vest name:
Mo Feng!

When Jin Ming came back from a tour of the painting club, a picture of "Shrimp Fun" was already on the paper.

"Senior, this... Mo Feng," Li Yun pressed his mouth, and asked Jin Ming who rushed over, "Where did you find this great god?"

"Huh?" Jin Ming was taken aback.

Looking at the picture of "Shrimp Fun" in front of Fang Yi, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

this painting,
Based on what I have learned, there is a feeling that I can't see through it.

At noon, I thought my junior was just a fan of traditional Chinese painting, but who would have thought that just a casual painting would be so vivid.

That's right, it's a feeling that you don't understand, but you know it's very powerful.

The conversation between the two quickly attracted other students from the club.

A crowd of people gathered around.

Exclamations came and went.

"God, is this alive?"

"I studied painting for a year, compared to this, it's shit."

"I heard that this great god is from the composition department?"

……

There was a lot of discussion.

As a member of the painting club, the group of students in front of them, although not very clever in technique, but the immersion from childhood has given them a good vision.

So much so that everyone can see the magic of this painting.

Where there is thick ink, there is no feeling of heaviness and stiffness at all, and where there is light ink, there is no impetuous and drifting air. The whole painting does not use a single background or water pattern, but the swimming of the shrimp is vividly expressed.

Each of the eight shrimps will show its shape, spirit, and movement vividly and vividly.

"Student, this painting is absolutely ready for the exhibition." Jin Ming stepped forward, "However, in order to avoid mistakes in the painting, it needs to be registered."

"These things, you should trouble the senior." Fang Yi didn't want to worry about this kind of registration, besides, all he wanted was appreciation.

As long as the painting is exhibited, the appreciation belongs to oneself.

The system does not make mistakes.

Fang Yi didn't mind the loss of the painting.

What's more, Senior Jin Ming is trustworthy.

After drying the ink on the painting, Fang Yi casually handed "Shrimp Fun" into Jin Ming's hands.

Look at the time, the afternoon class is about to start.

"Senior, it's nothing, I'll go back first." Nodding to everyone, Fang Yi walked out of the painting club on his own.

This scene immediately made everyone throw themselves to the ground again.

How big is this heart?

Ordinary painters, even if they paint in four different shapes, always treat them like treasures, and the other party has such a masterpiece, just leave it alone and leave?
However, this painting is really both form and spirit.

"Senior Jin Ming, can you let me take another look at the painting?"

"Yes, senior, since the master wants to exhibit, let's exhibit in our painting club for a few days."

"We can also learn the techniques of the Great God nearby."

"No." Jin Ming directly refused.

Since the junior has entrusted such a painting to himself, he must protect it well. Although most of the painting clubs are familiar people, there are many people with miscellaneous eyes, and he cannot be responsible for losing himself.

Carefully, put away the painting.

Jin Ming walked out of the painting club and walked towards the teaching building.When he arrived at the door of an office, Jin Ming knocked on the door and shouted, "Is Teacher Lu Tao there?"

"Come in." An old voice called from inside the door.

"Hello, teacher." Jin Ming pushed the door open and walked in.

"It's noon, what's the matter?" An old professor with gray hair raised his head from his desk.

The professor was bleary-eyed, obviously just taking a nap.

The professor's name is Lu Tao, who is responsible for the registration of the exhibition. Lu Tao is in his 60s this year, and he is a classmate of Li Changbin, the president of the Hangzhou Artists Association.

This exhibition was also set up in Hangzhou University because of the relationship between Lu Tao and Li Changbin.

"Professor, I want to register a painting for exhibition." Jin Ming placed the painting in front of Lu Tao.

"I thought it was an urgent matter." Lu Tao complained, "Okay, let's put it here first, and I will hang it up after registration."

"Thank you, Professor." Jin Ming glanced at the painting, "Professor, this painting must be preserved."

"You little bastards, every one of you draws like shit, but you still treat them as treasures." Lu Tao picked up the painting angrily, and unfolded it, "Tell me, what are you drawing..."

Halfway through Lu Tao's words, he stopped abruptly.

"This...whose painting is this?" His eyes suddenly widened.

"It's a student from the composition department."

"Composition Department? Junior?"

Lu Tao's face suddenly collapsed.

"Jin Ming, you are old enough to play tricks like this with the teacher. Let me tell you, even if you buy a painting at a high price, it can't represent your true level. Like this painting, it doesn't have the skill of 50 years. , can you draw it?"

"Teacher, it was drawn by my junior at the painting club on the spot. Look, the ink is not dry yet."

"what!"

Only then did Lu Tao discover the clue.

He hurriedly found out the glasses and put them on, looked up and down for a long time, then tried the ink with his hands, talking to himself.

"It really is."

"Teacher, can I go now?"

"Wait a minute."

Lu Tao rolled his eyes and pointed at Yi Fangyi's pen name, "You said this Mo Feng is from the Composition Department of our college?"

"Um."

"Now, take me to him."

After closing the rice paper, Lu Tao stood up, took two steps, thought for a while and then walked back, put "Shrimp Fun" in the drawer, locked it, and then walked back again.

"Go, let's go now."

The professor at this moment has long since lost his sleepy eyes, and his wrinkled face is radiant.

As he walked, he said, "This kind of gifted student is like a star in the sky, and staying in the composition department is simply reckless."