I'm afraid I can't hide my ability

Chapter 144
Zhao Peng stood there for a long time, motionless.He didn't look like Shen Moling was lying to him.Moreover, he felt that his own business was a serious matter, and it seemed impossible for nonsense to joke with him.

Then, he made a calculation in his heart...

Take the nonsense painting in front of me as a reference, it is about nine square feet.In other words, the price that Hu Yan gave him was eighteen thousand.He sold it for [-]?Earned [-] at once?After excluding the partner's share, he still has [-] left?One painting, catching up with his current four-month salary!
Moreover, Zhao Peng is not stupid, of course he knows that the profit of those calligraphy works that Shen Moling gave to Qian Xiaoer is only 30.00%.

And for him, this is a full [-]% of the profit.

In other words, Hu Yan had no choice but to cut the other party's share, but still gave him [-]% of the profit margin...

"Old Hu! Did you pass it by doing this?" Zhao Peng couldn't help blurting out.

"Hush~" Shen Moling made a hand gesture, and then whispered, "Don't disturb Brother Hu!"

Zhao Peng quickly covered his mouth, "I'm sorry, I..."

Nonsense said: "It's okay, I heard everything, you just need to stay away, and don't spray your saliva on the drawing paper."

Zhao Peng was rarely obedient, and quickly took several steps back.That nervous look made Shen Moling smile...

Hu Yan said: "I'm just helping you to support the facade. As you know, I'm very busy every day. Let's put it this way, I can draw up to four paintings for you in a month. At least two. It depends on the time."

Zhao Peng excitedly said: "Old Hu, this is not fair to you!"

Hu Yan shook his head, "What's fair and unfair between brothers?"

Zhao Peng sighed and said, "Hey~ Wang Dong and the others are not brothers to you."

"If they treat you as a brother, they are my brother. On the contrary, if these two people harm you in the future, I will not let them go." No one will doubt Hu Yan's determination at this time.

Zhao Peng still sighed, "Here, what do you want me to say?"

"Needless to say anything, I told you to cooperate with me, but you didn't do it?"

Zhao Peng was speechless for a while, opened his mouth a few times, and then said, "I didn't know you had to pay so much."

While coloring the painting, Hu Yan said, "It's nothing, maybe I'm worrying too much. If you don't have my contribution, you can still make money, and I won't suffer from this tiredness."

Zhao Peng clenched his fists fiercely, his voice choked up...

"I will work hard!"

After speaking, he turned and went back to his room.And Shen Moling kept looking at Hu Yan's painting.

The first thing Hu Yan painted was Yao Rou's sword dancing in the rain. The picture was originally outlined in black ink, which already surprised Shen Moling.

What she never expected was that when Hu Yan painted the color, the whole picture changed again...

Nonsense's coloring method is very three-dimensional and layered.

The gaps between each bamboo leaf are well-defined, and the shades of colors are well coordinated.

The three-dimensional feeling gave people an illusion, as if the picture protruded from the entire drawing paper.

The three-dimensional feeling makes the whole picture come alive.

Especially after coloring Yao Rou's image, she immediately became angry.Against her background, those emerald green bamboos are more vibrant.

Shen Moling also met Yao Rou, that shy and beautiful girl.

At this time, looking at Hu Yan's paintings, Yao Rou's appearance is weak, but her heart is strong.Like green bamboos in the wind and rain, the personality that will not fall despite the wind and rain is vividly displayed.

Even the raindrops on Zhuzi and Yaorou's cheeks are painted with penetrating detail...

Shen Moling had already forgotten the time, and she also forgot to sigh.At this time, she was like a spectator witnessing a miracle, quietly enjoying a perfect picture slowly unfolding in front of her eyes.

When Yao Rou's vermilion lips appeared vividly on the paper, in stark contrast with the entire emerald green, Shen Moling's head thumped!
She felt that she had been fooled.

Next, finally Yao Rou's eyes.

When Yao Rou's eyes were painted, it seemed that the strength and persistence in her heart could be seen in every corner of her eyes...

Before he knew it, Shen Moling's heart was throbbing and his hands were shaking...

When Hu Yan finished painting completely and stretched himself.

Shen Moling woke up like a dream and said: "Teacher, hurry up! Get your stamp on it! Otherwise, your drawing will come to life!"

"How can it be so mysterious?" Hu Yan smiled and shook his head.

However, he still took out the ready stamp and stamped it on.

The seal says "3000 years".Shen Moling naturally understood the meaning in it.

To live without dying for 1000 years, to die without falling down for 1000 years, to fall down and be immortal for 1000 years, isn't it just nonsense for 3000 years?

Shen Moling couldn't be more excited, "Teacher, your paintings will be immortal in the future. Selling five thousand and one square feet, it's really... hey~"

Nonsense: "You are ridiculous. I am an unknown person, and the price is already quite high. Do you think that there are so many people who understand art in cash? I see, there are many arty people Yes. And most of them are self-righteous. It would be nice if there are people who can appreciate a back work.”

Shen Moling nodded silently, the nonsense was the truth.

How many calligraphers and painters have been poor all their lives.In the end, after his death, the work became an immortal masterpiece?

The circle of art is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

However, Hu Yan has a pair of special eyes, so he can accurately price his own works.If this is not the case, the average person, at his age, is worth a few thousand square feet.Even if it is dozens of square feet, I dare not call out the price.

Still the same sentence, the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys.If there are so-called masters in the industry who highly recommend it, let alone a few thousand, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands, it will be fine.

However, after a long time, some masters' praises may not survive.However, many obscure works bloomed with dazzling brilliance...

There are many such stories in history, so I won't repeat them.

Next, Hu Yan continued to color the other two works.Shen Moling was still intoxicated.

Whether it was the portraits of Qian Xiaoer or Qin Zixuan, they all shocked Shen Moling's soul.

However, it was Hu Yan himself who shocked Shen Moling the most... the one who secretly painted Qin Zixuan while hiding in the distance.Because it is a distant view, nonsense itself is already very small.

Even so, the nonsense in that painting is very vivid.

The most frightening thing is that Qin Zixuan, who was drawn by nonsense in that painting, is still lifelike!
That's right, it's not shocking, but... scary!
Shen Moling couldn't help but took out the magnifying glass in his backpack to watch...

As a result, it’s okay not to look at it, but it’s simply desperate to look at it!
Under the magnifying glass, the painting drawn by Hu Yan in the painting is almost exactly the same as Qin Zixuan in the original painting!
Shen Moling finally understood why Hu Yan went to buy a set of extra small pens...

Everything in front of me is so unreal.

With Shen Moling's intelligence, he was naturally different from Qin Zixuan who was in the game.Seeing this painting at a glance, Shen Moling guessed Hu Yan's intentions.

Still, she doesn't want to give up...

"Brother Hu, teacher..." She said with almost all her strength, "I have a heartfelt request..."

Hu Yan finally finished his painting and was drinking water from a teacup.

When Shen Moling said this, he shook his head. "No, let alone this painting, the three paintings here are all reserved by Lao Qin. I have no choice but to use other people's pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Moreover, she thought I didn't know. In fact, this painting paper It’s worth tens of thousands. I can’t give it to others.”

Shen Moling had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, "Teacher, can you draw me a picture that is similar to Mr. Qin's."

After thinking for a while, Hu Yan said, "This is fine. However, I don't have such good drawing paper."

Shen Moling smiled immediately, "I have this! Wait a moment, I'll go back and get it right away."

It was not easy to stop nonsense, so Shen Moling had to let Shen Moling go downstairs.

I didn't want to be misunderstood, so I didn't show too much hospitality, saying that I would drive you or something.Nonsense is indeed tired.

It took more than two hours to stand there and color the original painting, and it took a long time to paint.

In fact, Hu Yan now wants to take a bath and get a good night's sleep.

However, he is such a personality who is embarrassed to reject others.Now that I promised him, I had no choice but to hold on...

In less than half an hour, Shen Moling came back.

When Zhao Peng opened the door, Hu Yan had already snuggled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

However, he woke up again when he heard the sound of the door opening.

"I'm home."

Shen Moling nodded embarrassingly, "Sorry! Teacher. You see, I just read your work, and I couldn't help... disturbing your rest." Then, Shen Moling performed the student salute and bowed deeply to Hu Yan.

Hu Yan shook his head helplessly, "You child, don't tell me you shouldn't be so polite?"

Shen Moling suddenly said in embarrassment: "Yes... I'm sorry, I forgot!"

"Hahaha..." Ba Zhao Peng laughed out loud.

Hu Yan was helpless.

Shen Moling blankly handed the drawing paper in his hand to Hu Yan.

Hu Yan unfolded it and said, "I'll go! Are you sure you want me to use this paper to draw? I'm a bit afraid!"

Zhao Peng didn't understand, and asked, "A piece of drawing paper, what's wrong?"

Hu Yan shook his head again and again in amazement. "This is 'Golden Millet Paper'. The famous paper of the Song Dynasty. Even Emperor Kangxi was reluctant to use it. Later, it was ruined a lot by Qianlong."

As he spoke, Hu Yan shook his head again and again.

"Is this paper valuable?" Zhao Peng asked.

Nonsense: "Isn't it? Or, why don't I dare to draw? This piece of paper is estimated to be 10,000+?"

Shen Moling said: "Mr. Hu... Brother, you don't have to worry about the price of the paper. Your paintings are priceless in my heart!" She nodded affirmatively as she spoke.

"Well, people say, money can't buy love. Since you like it, I'll make it happen for you." Nonsense said, and began to conceive.

Next, the brush strokes gently across the paper like a warm spring breeze.

A quiet, elegant and bookish person slowly appeared on the paper.

Of course, it is impossible for Hu Yan to draw another person who secretly painted Shen Moling.In that way, the state of mind and artistic conception will be gone.

However, Hu Yan sincerely thanked Shen Moling.The painting is also very serious.

What he painted was Shen Moling painting...

However, the content of the painting turned out to be—a heap of brocade ash!

In other words, in the picture scroll, Hu Yan showed Shen Moling's dream!

When the pile of brocade ash appeared, Shen Moling couldn't help covering his mouth, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

This is the day of her dreams.

Write and draw something that grandpa never did.

In a trance for a moment, Shen Moling didn't know where he was.

In and out of the painting, which one is she herself?

(End of this chapter)