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Chapter 135 If you don't work, you're unhappy, you always want to be better

Chapter 133

"Brother Wang's words are too perfunctory, right?" Zhao Ji originally thought that Wang Yang would praise his paintings, but he never expected that the other party's comments on his rare masterpieces of portraits that were so good were so weak. Can't help but have an air of authenticity.

"Could it be that Brother Wang thinks that Zhao's portrait is not good?"

If it was about other issues, Wang Yang would not be bothered to talk about it, as long as a few flatterers are happy in the past, but the problem is that once it is the field that Wang Daguan is good at, what this guy likes most is to compete with others.

"Mr. Zhao is able to draw such masterpieces at such an age. It is very rare. However, when it comes to portrait paintings, Wang is really..."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji's face turned red, and he couldn't help but argue. "Zhao has been fond of calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he has studied under famous masters. Now many teachers say that Zhao's calligraphy and paintings have achieved great success. Now, Zhao is even learning from the predecessors, such as Li Tang, Su Hanchen, and Mi Fu. ..."

Gao Qiu next to him is also in a very unattractive mood. What do you mean by the surname Wang? I didn't see that Gao Mou was humbled when facing this person. You are just a brothel teacher, can you be better than a certain family?
Gao Qiu cleared his throat with an unhappy tone. "Brother Wang, Mr. Gao also thinks it's inappropriate for you to say that about Mr. Zhao. It is rare in the world that Mr. Zhao is able to achieve such great achievements at such a young age. Could it be that Mr. Wang thinks that there are people in the world who are more skilled than Mr. Zhao?" Not a painter?"

"Hehe..." Wang Yang couldn't help laughing, squinted his eyes, looked at Gao Qiu, and then glanced at Mr. Zhao who looked displeased.

Wang Yang curled his lips secretly, still showing a very humble attitude on the surface. "Wang knows that no one can convince anyone with words alone. Why don't Wang draw a picture and ask the two of you for advice?"

"My lord, you can also paint?" Zhao Ji, who was initially displeased, was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but said happily. "Okay, okay, let's compare today. When the time comes, let's find an intermediary to judge and see whose painting is better?"

"Isn't it necessary?" Wang Yang felt a headache when he saw Mr. Zhao, who was displeased before, but now he was beaten like chicken blood. Why did this guy feel like a brat to him, and Still a typical bear kid who doesn't want to be unhappy.

I want to compete with others even in bigger things, okay?
Zhao Ji said with a look of eagerness. "It must be so. Zhao has been admiring Brother Wang for a long time and has always wanted to ask Brother Wang for advice. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Brother Wang won by a margin. He originally thought that he would have to wait until the state examination. To be able to compete with Brother Wang in the second round, I don't think I will have a chance today..."

Wang Yang bowed his head, looked at this young man who was half a head shorter than himself, and smacked his mouth, let it go, since this kid insists on pretending to compete with him, then if he is not clean and tidy Slap this brat flat on the ground, maybe this guy really doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.

"In this case, Wang is making a fool of himself, um... the portrait Mr. Zhao painted is Wang. If so, how about Wang drawing himself?" Wang Yang sat down in front of the table leisurely, and then He picked up Mr. Zhao's masterpiece, put it aside, and snapped his fingers at Mr. Li.

Soon, Li Shishi brought over the charcoal pen that Wang Yang was accustomed to using, as well as a drawing board made of thin wood, and two relatively slender brushes.

Seeing such a configuration, Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu were a little confused, not sure whether Wang Yang was painting or what he wanted to do.

"By the way, master, bring me a bronze mirror, otherwise I really have no way of knowing what I look like now." Although Wang Yang knew that he was handsome, he was so handsome, but he couldn't face his handsome face When I was young, there was no way to draw my overly handsome face out of thin air.

A bronze mirror was quickly brought over and placed on the table. Then Wang Yang set the angle of the bronze mirror, and then he held the drawing board and turned his head. Well, his perfect and handsome face happened to fall on Huang Changhang's head. Above the bronze mirror, perfect.

Afterwards, Wang Yang began to compose the picture with a charcoal pen. At this time, Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu, who were sitting opposite each other at first, finally couldn't bear it anymore, so they simply walked to Wang Yang's side and sat down. The suspicious face instantly became extremely exciting.

Holding a small piece of bamboo charcoal sandwiched between two pieces of wood, Wang Yang effortlessly stamped out gray-black streaks on the rice paper. Gradually, the gray-black first formed a picture that made Zhao Ji and Gao Ji feel like a ghost. Qiu couldn't figure out the graphics.

But with the passage of time, gradually, Wang Yang's face gradually revealed his true face under his pen.Then, Wang Yang began to mix charcoal pens and brushes.

Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu were sitting tight behind Wang Yang, their expressions were extremely shocked, and their mouths had never closed, especially Zhao Ji, who seemed to be reluctant to even blink his eyelids, and stared straight at Wang Yang. Looking at the piece of rice paper, staring at Wang Yang's big hand that looked extremely relaxed and freehand when dancing with the animation pen.

It never occurred to me that there are still people who can hold a pen in such a posture, and this Wang Yangwang Wushan's painting is really...

It is so similar, it feels as if Wang Yang has printed his own face on the rice paper, no matter the eyebrows, lips, or even the shadow of the chin, they all look so real.

At the beginning, Zhao Ji, who wanted to compete with Wang Yang in painting skills, had already thrown that idea into a corner at this moment, and looked at Wang Yang's painting with bright eyes. Realistic portraits, as if they almost forgot to breathe.

"It's a pity that the bronze mirror is not clear enough, otherwise, the shadows could be made more realistic..." In the end, after Wang Yang made two minor repairs to the painting, he put down the pen with regret on his face.

At this time, Gao Qiu was completely speechless. At first, he felt that Wang Yang was being rude to Zhao Ji, and that this guy was pretending to be coercive, but now it seems that this Wang Wushan is already very polite when he speaks like that. up.

Not to mention his talent in poetry, this painting alone is enough to make Gao Qiu, who thinks he has developed all-round development of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has been praised by Mr. Dongpo, feel deeply ashamed.

"Brother Wang, oh no...Mr. Wu Shan, don't you think this is not good enough?" At this moment, Zhao Ji's tone of voice could not help but be a little more respectful. I don't know where to throw the arrogant arrogance before. went.

Wang Yang didn't expect that this little brat was not the kind of stern-faced, hard-headed master, but his demeanor and tone were very respectful at the moment.

Wang Yang looked very serious and authentic. "It is natural. For art, the pursuit is endless. It is for this reason that people go further and further on the road of art..."

"The art we pursue should not only float on the surface, but also need to pursue its connotation and thoughts. It must not only have the unity of image grasp and rational grasp, but also need the unity of emotional experience and logical cognition..."

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