The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 349, he is a painting

Back to the familiar neighborhood.

This time, both Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao shut up and remained silent all the way, only responsible for driving and opening the door.

After opening the door, it was Lai Siyu who was thinking, sitting in contemplation.

Both Zhang Shao and Lai Xinghui's hearts tightened. They already had this posture when they went out, and they still kept it like this at night. Could it be that they really struggled all day?
When Lai Siyu saw Li Yu, he immediately stood up and said pleadingly.

"Master, what kind of painting can have a soul? No matter how I think about it, I can't think of it."

"Mr. Lai Siyu's previous paintings were paintings with a soul." Li Yu said with a faint smile.

Li Yu's tone of voice made both Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao feel very strange. Why did they still speak in such a third-person tone when Lai Siyu was right in front of them.

Lai Siyu in front of him seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with this way of speaking, nodded and said: "I read it, but I always feel that I can't draw as well as I do now."

"Really?" Li Yu said, "Your paintings are exquisite and full of flavor, empty and soulless. How can you call them paintings? They are just prints."

Li Yu randomly found a piece of paper, then picked up a pencil for sketching, and drew on the paper drawing board.

A picture of a chicken pecking rice is presented on the drawing paper.

However, the chick jumped out.
Jumping out of the picture, really pecking rice.

Rao was mentally prepared, both Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao's heartbeats missed a beat, and they jumped out of the picture with a random drawing, which is simply a miracle.
Lai Siyu didn't seem too shocked, and looked at the chick with interest.

"Is this the soul of painting? So it is."

Lai Xinghui really wants to say that the soul of painting is not like this!No matter how others draw, they can't draw a chicken that can really peck rice.

"Yes, this is the soul of painting." Li Yu said with a faint smile, "Do you understand?"

"I seem to understand."

Lai Siyu fell into bouts of thinking again and couldn't extricate himself.

No matter who spoke next, Lai Siyu ignored him.

"Master, what's wrong with my son?" Lai Xinghui asked worriedly, but he looked so arrogant, but he still cared about his son very much.

Li Yu paused, did not directly answer Lai Xinghui's question, but asked directly: "Master Lai, take a look in the room, which painting do you think is the best, tell the poor."

Although Lai Xinghui didn't know why Li Yu asked such a question, he still read it.

In the room, every painting piled up was carefully looked at to identify the best painting.

After a long time, Lai Xinghui stopped in front of a picture with a very complicated expression on his face.

Li Yu followed Lai Xinghui's gaze, and it was indeed a sketch.

On the sketch, it is a young man who is drawing.

It is Lai Siyu's self-portrait.

What's interesting is that this is not a pure sketch, but based on the sketch, embellished with ink and wash, which is lifelike and has a dusty charm at the same time.

"It turns out that he didn't really give up on ink painting." Lai Xinghui said with a complicated expression, "I thought he had forgotten those techniques a long time ago."

With a stubborn father and son who lacked communication, Lai Xinghui secretly decided to let go of his own face and communicate with his son more.
Anyway, I lost all face today.

At this time, Lai Xinghui looked at Li Yu with some gratitude, because of Li Yu, he was able to let go of his so-called arrogance, otherwise, based on his previous words, he would definitely not think so.

"Hahaha, son, you still said that you can't draw a good painting, isn't this painting pretty good." Lai Xinghui smiled and said to Lai Siyu.

But Lai Siyu did not answer, still thinking quietly.

Li Yu laughed.

"This painting is indeed, but Mr. Lai Siyu did not draw it. Of course, he will not answer your question."

Li Yu's words stunned Zhang Shao and Lai Xinghui.

"Isn't this my son?"

"Yes, and no, you will find out after a while." Li Yu said lightly.

After a while, [Lai Siyu] in front of him stood up and said seriously.

"I still don't know how to draw a picture with a soul."

"Want to know?"

"Think, think a lot, that's what I was born for."

"Then ask Lai Siyu."

"it is good."

[Lai Siyu] in front of him came to this self-portrait combining ink painting and sketch, and asked sincerely.

"Mr. Lai Siyu, may I ask how to draw a picture with a soul, can you teach me."

There was silence and no one answered him.

Both Lai Xinghui and Zhang Shao thought that he was mentally ill, and they actually asked a question about a painting.

But [Lai Siyu] looked sad, turned around and shook his head and said, "Sorry, he didn't want to teach me, he said he didn't have time and was creating paintings, so he scolded me for it."

Li Yu smiled, came to the little chicken pecking rice map, and picked up the little chicken pecking rice.

The chick made of black lines also looks like black lines in the real world, and the painting style is incompatible.

Li Yu threw the chick into Lai Siyu's self-portrait.

The chick seemed to be integrated into the painting, running in the painting, even shitting on Lai Siyu's head, making all kinds of troubles
Just when Zhang Shao and Lai Siyu felt confused, the painting moved.

Lai Siyu's self-portrait is moving!
Lai Siyu above stood up, and shook off the chicken on his head with an angry face, but the chicken was so easy to get rid of, swaying from side to side on his drawing board, he was extremely happy.

Lai Siyu yelled directly to the off-screen.

"Who threw this chicken in! I said it all, don't disturb my painting!! You are really annoying, do you know it! Please, can you shake me? I don’t want to talk to you, I really just want to draw, my brothers, I’m @#￥%…&.”

A row of local dialect mixed with mandarin swearing spewed out, as ugly as it sounds.

When he heard the swearing, Zhang Shao next to him burst into tears and said excitedly: "It's him, it's him, it's true, it's my husband! That's how he speaks! His swearing accent will make me cry all my life." Will never forget."

Li Yu: "."

I always feel that there are not many flaws in it, but Li Yu still thinks it's better not to delve into it. ,

Lai Xinghui looked at the painting in horror, his fingers trembling in disbelief.

"What the hell is going on? How could my son... how could he be here."

"That's what happened." Li Yu pointed to the painting and said, "This is your son, Lai Siyu, Zhang Shao's husband, a painter who can draw famous paintings."

Afterwards, Li Yu pointed to [Lai Siyu] in front of him and said.

"And he is Lai Siyu's painting."

(End of this chapter)