Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 272

On the wall next to the counter hangs an ink painting.

It shows a young man holding a book in his hands.

The painting style is quaint and elegant, and the charm is refined and refined.

With just one glance, Teng Youming was attracted.

"Who drew this?"

She couldn't help asking.

But for a long time, no one responded.

She turned her head and found that Ye Shuchen and Kong Shenli both had strange looks on their faces, and their fingers were quietly pointing in Liang Mu's direction.

"Old Teng, don't look at us, we are not the masters here."

Fuji's famous gaze turned to Liang Mu helplessly.

"Ha ha."

In response, Liang Mu just chuckled and turned his face away.

It was as if a line of words had been written on his face: I just won’t tell you!mad at you!
The painting on the wall was of course Zheng Zhihuan's work that day.

After that day, the more Liang Mu looked at it, the more handsome he felt in the painting.

I couldn't help but hang the painting on the wall.

The antique ink paintings are in the same room as the ancient books in the venue, without any abruptness.

"Damn boy!"

Fuji Youming was really gnashing his teeth in anger.

Her head told her that she couldn't suffer this kind of anger here.

But her body forced her to stay.

Just because Fuji is famous for collecting countless masterpieces by famous artists, I can feel the familiar style of painting from this painting at a glance.

It seems to have some charm of ancient painting saints.

She has a collection addiction, how can she walk.

She must find out who made this painting, otherwise she will definitely not be able to sleep tonight!
"Hmph! Even if you don't tell me, I can guess it!"

Teng Youming glared at Liang Mu and turned to look at the painting.

Analyzing in his mouth: "There are not many imitators in the world who have imitated the essence of the technique of painting saints.

I know the names of those people better than anyone else!
Um.
Judging by the lightness of the ink used, it must be Zhang Jingmo from Yucheng, right? "

As she spoke, she looked at Liang Mu.

"Ha ha."

In this regard, Liang Mu's response did not change at all.

He had never heard of this man.

"Not Zhang Jingmo?"

Teng Youming seems to have found the answer from Liang Mu's expression.

First he frowned, then he clapped his hands and said: "This brush stroke and this style of painting must be Li Yundao from Yangcheng, this time it must be right!"

Teng Youming looked determined.

"Xiao Liang, is this really Mr. Li Yundao's work?"

Kong Shenli asked quietly.

Ye Shuchen beside him couldn't help pricking up his ears.

Whether it is Zhang Jingmo or Li Yundao in Teng Yuming Kong, they are all famous giants in the painting world.

According to rumors, they are also one of the few master painters who can copy the authentic works of the master of painting.

Liang Mu had a bad impression of Teng Mingming, but he would not blame Kong Shenli and Ye Shuchen.

Hearing the question, he silently shook his head.

He knew better than anyone else that this painting was not a masterpiece by a famous artist.

It came from an obscure little girl who couldn't speak a few days ago.

It seems that this vine is famous, but that's all.

Calling him a great collector in vain, in the end he can even recognize the works of an ordinary person.

Liang Mu became more and more contemptuous of Teng Youming.

At this time, a petite figure stepped in from the door.

Coincidentally, it was Zheng Zhihuan.

She was holding drawing boards, brushes and other tools in her hand, but she was here to teach Liang Mu how to draw.

Seeing three strangers suddenly, Zheng Zhihuan was taken aback for a moment, and asked Liang Mu with his eyes.

Do you want to continue today's teaching?

Seeing Zheng Zhihuan who came by such a coincidence, Liang Mu's heart moved, and he thought of an idea that could severely slap Teng Mingming in the face.

He immediately smiled and said: "Zhihuan, come here, help me draw another portrait."

Although Zheng Zhihuan didn't know what Liang Mu wanted to do, he still nodded without hesitation.

Picked up the tools and started painting Liang Mu.

The other three old men at the scene were confused.

"baffling!"

Fuji Youming muttered, then turned his head and went back to observe the paintings on the wall.

But the attention of Ye Shuchen and Kong Shenli was unconsciously attracted by Zheng Zhihuan.

As the painting in Zheng Zhihuan's hand was slowly completed, their expressions changed again and again.

From bewildered at the beginning, to full of interest in the middle, and finally amazed!
The moment Zheng Zhihuan put down his pen, the two finally couldn't help shouting.

"Old, old vine, come and see!"

The bluffing voices of the two made Teng Youming very dissatisfied.

"What's the big deal?"

She turned her head subconsciously, just in time to see the painting in Zheng Zhihuan's hand, and her whole face suddenly petrified.

Because the style of that painting is exactly the same as the one hanging on the wall!
Is it
"You drew this painting?!"

Fuji Youming pointed to the painting on the wall, and looked at Zheng Zhihuan in astonishment.

"Yes what's the matter?"

Zheng Zhihuan looked at Teng Youming inexplicably.

"How is this possible? Impossible. How old are you, how is it possible?"

Teng Youming was completely dumbfounded, his head was in a mess.

"She is this?"

Zheng Zhihuan looked at Liang Mu and asked.

"I don't know, I guess it's a mental illness." Liang Mu spread his hands, also with a puzzled expression on his face, "As soon as he entered the door, he talked about Zhang Jingmo and Li Yundao, and he didn't understand what she was talking about at all."

Hearing this, the expressions of Ye Shuchen and Kong Shenli next to him became extremely strange.

Grab the asparagus!
The entire Beijing University's bamboo shoots were taken away by Liang Mu!
Of course, it was also because Vine was famous for being too confident.

After talking eloquently, I thought I had figured out who the painter was, but I never thought of analyzing loneliness.

Who would have thought that the painter was such an ordinary little girl?

Teng Youming's face was also red and white.

Sometimes grit your teeth, sometimes squeeze your fists.

Perhaps she had never encountered such an embarrassing scene in her entire life.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

Fuji Youming forced a smile and asked.

"Ha ha."

Zheng Zhihuan's reply won Liang Mu's true biography.

By now, she has seen the situation clearly.

Naturally, she would not give a good look to people Liang Mu hated.

The hot face stuck a cold butt, which made Teng Youming's face even more ugly.

But she still didn't give up.

He continued to squeeze out a smile and asked, "Little girl, can you sell me your painting?"

Zheng Zhihuan immediately pointed at Liang Mu: "As long as Mr. Liang Mu agrees."

This made Teng Mingming feel worse than eating shit.

But he could only bear it back, turned his head and smiled at Liang Mu: "Liang"

As soon as he spoke, Liang Mu said calmly: "Sorry, I won't sell it to you even if I use it to make toilet paper."

"you!"

Teng Youming felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Trembling with anger, he glared at Liang Mu.

Ye Shuchen and Kong Shenli were taken aback, they didn't dare to let Teng be famous, so they quickly took her out.

(End of this chapter)