In the dream, after a hundred times of wall-dong school belle, she was teased back by the school bel

"Old fellows, I originally agreed not to broadcast live for the next two days, but I was completely amazed when I met a great painting master today. I decided to let you all experience the incredible painting ability of a great painting master."

Wang Ya also took out her mobile phone, plugged in her earphones and started the live broadcast.

"Haha, Yameizi is still as beautiful as ever."

"There aren't many natural beauties left, but I've been waiting for you, sister Ya."

Hundreds of people poured into the live broadcast room one after another, obviously all of them were hardcore fans.

"By the way, what did Yameizi just say? See a great painting master? I know the painting master, but I've never heard of the great painting master. Where is it? Let me take a look."

A sailor asked curiously.

"Don't worry, let's take a look at the painting that this great painting master painted for me on the spot."

Wang Ya asked Shi Qing to help her hold the mobile phone, then raised the painting in her hand, and said excitedly: "Guys, take a look at this painting, is it exactly the same as me?"

"I'll go, it's really exactly the same."

"Are you sure this is a painting, not a photo?"

"It's definitely not a photo. Whose photo is so big?"

"That's definitely not a painting. Except for Master Leng's oil paintings, I haven't seen anyone's paintings that are so realistic."

"Could it be that Master Leng is here? That's not right, this painting is not an oil painting."

Barrages flashed across the screen.

"Wait, am I the only one who feels Yameizi's nervousness, doubts, and anxiety in this painting?"

Suddenly a barrage caught the attention of all the water friends.

Fortunately, there are not many water friends in the live broadcast room at this time, and the speed of barrage sliding is not very fast, basically all water friends can see it.

"Not to mention, it really feels like this when you look closely."

"Fuck, this painting is kind of evil."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were completely shocked.

A good painting can indeed allow those who understand painting to see the emotions of the people in the painting from their eyes.

Moreover, it was just to see the emotion, and it didn't have any effect on him.

But this painting is different. Anyone who looks at the painting carefully can feel that emotion, and it can also affect their own emotions, making them empathize.

To put it simply, it's as if I have become the person in the painting.

"If this is really a painting, it will be amazing, and it will definitely sell for a sky-high price."

"After seeing this painting, I like Yameizi more and more, what should I do?"

"Yameizi, is this painting for sale? I'll offer five thousand."

"Five thousand? You are humiliating Miss Ya. I will offer fifty thousand. I am serious."

Although most of the water friends in the live broadcast room are poor, but occasionally there will be one or two rich people.

Wang Ya looked at the bullet screens, and while carefully putting away the paintings, she said with a smile: "I'm sorry, this was given to me by the great master of painting, and the painting is my own, not for sale. However, the great master of painting is here In front of him, he is still drawing pictures for his girlfriend. If you want to paint anything, you can connect with me directly and let the painting master paint for you on the spot. The number of places is limited, first come first served. As for the price, the painting master Having said that, it depends on the content."

After finishing speaking, she took the mobile phone from Shi Qing's hand, pointed the camera at Mu Feng who was painting, "Look, this is the great master of painting."

"Is this the great master of painting? Isn't he too young?"

"He can paint faster than I can scribble."

"Looking at the outline of the face, the person painted should be a superb beauty."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were amazed.

As Mu Feng sketched out the outline stroke by stroke, the students on the scene suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts, as if they were going to be forced to eat dog food again?

The person in the painting is not Shi Qing alone, there is another man.

The two stood facing each other, Shi Qing put her arms around the man's neck and raised her head.

The man, on the other hand, hugged Shi Qing's slender waist with both hands.

Looking at the outline of the man, it is clearly Mufeng himself.

Seeing this scene, Shi Qing's pretty face immediately turned red.

It turns out that this is the so-called processing that Mufengkou said?

Her lips moved, but she didn't say anything after all.

It's just a painting, what does it matter?
After the outline is drawn, the next step is the most important coloring.

Mufeng changed the brush and slowed down.

But in the eyes of others, the speed of coloring is still extremely fast.

With the continuous filling of colors, the three-dimensional sense and visual sense of the characters gradually emerge.

An hour passed and the coloring was done.

Mu Feng let out a long breath, and said, "Okay, wait for more than ten minutes and let it dry naturally, then it's done. By the way, I'll name this painting Sweet Love."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side and took a sip of water, and left the camera in Wang Ya's live broadcast room.

The water friends in Wang Ya's live broadcast room couldn't see Shi Qing and Mu Feng in person, they just felt that the painting was very realistic, and had no other thoughts for the time being, nor did they feel the artistic conception contained in the previous painting.

The students who watched the scene could clearly see that the people in the painting and the color of the background were somewhat different from Mu Feng and Shi Qing himself, as well as the clouds in the sky and the lawn.

Everyone stared at the painting, looking forward to its change.

As time passed by, the paint gradually dried and the color changed.

"The color changed after drying. There should be a big difference between the person in this painting and the person himself."

The water friends in the live broadcast room are a little bit sorry. Even after drying, it is still realistic, but after all, it is very different from me. I have to say this is a pity.

"No way, this is the biggest shortcoming of gouache painting."

Some water friends who know how to paint sighed.

Wang Ya glanced at the barrage, and said with a smile: "Do the veterans feel that the color has changed after drying, which is very different from their own? Don't blink, veterans, the next is the moment to witness the miracle."

With that said, Wang Ya pointed the camera at Mu Feng and Shi Qing again.

"Fuck! Is this okay too?"

"Awesome, the clothes of the person in the painting are exactly the same as me after drying."

"Using the characteristics of gouache painting to dry and change color to achieve such an effect, how abnormal is the control of color change?"

"It's amazing, it's so fucking amazing."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were completely shocked.

Wang Ya smiled and said: "Not only that, you will have unexpected feelings when you look at the painting carefully."

After speaking, she pointed the camera at the painting again.

The water friends observed the painting carefully and were instantly drawn into the artistic conception in the painting.

The male compatriots seem to have become the men in the painting, pampering and gazing at their lover affectionately, the whole world has become silent, in his eyes, there is only the lover in front of him, and he will protect the lover in front of him for the rest of his life.

The female compatriots seem to have become the women in the painting, enjoying the doting eyes of her boyfriend, full of shyness, heartbeat and sweetness in her heart, and she wants to accompany him for the rest of her life.

At this moment, whether it was Wang Ya's live broadcast room or the students watching the scene, they were all deeply immersed in the artistic conception of this painting.

Even Shi Qing's eyes were blurred and her pretty face was flushed.