Daming Junior Scholar

fish to go.For wine, He Jiaan is not very fond of wine, and the image of arrogance and unruly poetry like a hundred poems about wine fighting will not appear on him. For himself, he prefers the quiet state, playing the piano quietly, and painting quietly. draw, let time

slipped through his fingers inadvertently.The reason why he asked for wine from the other party was just to test the other party. When he saw that Qiqiao girl really went down to get the wine, He Jia'an had a clue in his heart. It seemed that he was still of value to them. , as long as you can be good

It's a good painting, most likely it won't kill me right now.Not long after, Qiqiao came up from the lower cabin, holding a tray in her hand, with an exquisite wine jug on it, two small wine cups, and a plate of cold-cut mutton. He Jiaan just glanced at it, My stomach is a little bit disappointing

called out.It has been almost two hours since I was tied up, and the food I ate in the morning has long been digested. He Jiaan saw that the holy lady had no objection, so he took the tray over by himself and held it in front of her. start eating and drinking

Come.This holy aunt can be regarded as someone who has seen the world. She has seen a lot of gentlemen, and most of them show their chic side in front of her, but I have never seen a scholar like He Jiaan. own face

, so no scruples about his image, does he also want to imitate those characters who take a slanted sword, and want to impress himself with an arrogant image?

What a fool's dream.

Thinking of this, the expression on Saintess's face became more and more indifferent, and she couldn't help but sneered: "It seems that Mr. He has already foreseen his end, is he going to be a hungry ghost?" To be honest, this mutton is really cooked Very good, He Jiaan ate a big plate in an instant, and when he heard the voice of the holy lady, he couldn't help smiling and said: "The holy lady's words are wrong, although He's painting skills are not yet up to the level of a master, but in your eyes

In my eyes, it must be the best painting pen. "

The holy lady frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a while, a little anger suddenly appeared on her face. Just now, He Jiaan clearly despised her bad vision, and took his random paintings as treasures.

Thinking of this, the coldness on Sheng Nu's face became heavier, and she said coldly: "Then I will wait and see."

After eating most of the plate of mutton, He Jiaan finally felt a little full in his stomach. He came to the table, spread out the rice paper, pressed the four corners, looked around, and suddenly asked: "I don't know what the holy aunt wants me to draw?" ?”

This is indeed a big problem. The current ship is moving forward. Although the scenery on both sides of the river is beautiful, it will be skipped in the blink of an eye. The cabin is much simpler and there is nothing picturesque at all.Regarding these problems, the holy aunt is too lazy to care about them. All she wants is the paintings drawn by He Jiaan. As for the process, she is not in her consideration. , haven't waited to put the back

After the words were finished, He Jiaan suddenly said loudly: "Okay, since the saint agrees, then you can change your posture first, and I will paint."

Didn't I hear it wrong, did he actually want to paint himself?

Thinking that he would be stared at by He Jiaan for a long time, the holy aunt's fair face suddenly flushed, and then she simply shook her head and said, "Don't think about it, this is impossible." Squeeze the holy aunt with words, and he can use her as his model, but she won't be fooled by this at all, so he just rejects his words.

, what should I do? "

After thinking about it, the holy aunt also felt that He Jia'an really didn't have a good reference for painting. She turned her eyes around and suddenly saw Qiqiao standing aside. Coincidentally, you come here."

"Me?" Qiqiao, who was watching a play, was stunned for a moment, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. Knowing how difficult it is to hire someone to paint these days, she never thought that she would have such a good job. before.

The holy lady sized her up, nodded her head, and said to He Jiaan, "Well, you can draw a portrait of Qiqiao." Painting is not just about sitting there, but also has relatively high requirements for models. , He Jiaan briefly looked at Qiqiao first, then looked around, found a place with bright light, moved a small stool to the railing,

Let Qiqiao sit down.

"Sit sideways."

"Where's the fan? Why don't you even have a fan?"

"You have to have a smile on your face, do you understand smiling? Are you just smirking?"

"..."

After a lot of tossing, He Jiaan finally got Qiqiao into a good position, and then straightened the table by himself, and began to observe carefully.The observation time is a bit long, and this is also a habit of He Jiaan's painting. He likes to observe every detail first, and then paint. However, he just had a draft in his heart. When he was about to paint, he suddenly found an omission, the inkstone

The inside is still dry, and there is no ink in it.

Looking up, there was only one person standing there doing nothing, He Jiaan nodded his chin, and ordered: "You, come and grind the ink."

"Me?" The holy aunt who stood by was obviously taken aback for a moment, probably because she never thought that she would have the day when someone else would grind ink, she had an unbelievable expression on her face, but she didn't move. mean.

"Yes, it's you." After He Jiaan finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Aunt Sheng, and turned his attention to Qiqiao again, and continued to observe.Since I was a child, I have been a holy lady of the White Lotus Society. In my impression, everyone looks respectful when they see me. Even when I want to practice calligraphy and painting, there are maids grinding ink for me , When did I serve others again, I wanted to give He Jiaan a hard look, and then tell him that I can't, but for some reason, when I saw He Jiaan looking at Qiqiao with a focused face, my heart felt so uneasy. It's a soft, dilly-dallying walk away

Come over, pour clear water into the inkstone first, take an ink ingot and grind it slowly.

After a short effort, the ink was already polished, and He Jia'an seemed to feel his heart. He picked up the brush and began to draw on the rice paper after it was full of ink.As a key person cultivated by the Bailian Society, the holy aunt has also been influenced by writing since she was a child, and she also has her own views on painting, whether she can paint, and what she can paint. number, so when He Jiaan

As soon as the pen landed on the rice paper, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then seeing He Jia'an's brush flying like flying, the expression on the saint's face gradually became surprised.Painting, can it still be like this?

Chapter 486

He Jiaan draws very fast, especially when he takes everything in front of him into his eyes, and immediately converts it into line segments. What he has to do now is to simplify these line segments and throw away unreasonable ones. take the rest

Presented on rice paper.

So when the ladies in his works gradually outlined the perfect shape, the holy lady who stood aside felt a little bit of sadness in her heart. If it wasn't for her rejection just now, the character on the rice paper should be herself now.After a little effort, the pictures of ladies drawn by He Jiaan were printed on the paper. After reading it again, He Jiaan was quite satisfied. He turned his head to look at the expressionless aunt, stretched out his hand and asked, "How about it? You don't have to go to the river to feed the fish

Bar? Before the saint could respond, Qiqiao, who was a model, saw that the painting was finished, and ran over impatiently, turned behind He Jiaan, looked at the paper, her eyes immediately widened a lot, and couldn't help but Cover yourself with your little hands

mouth, let out a sigh of "wow", and murmured: "My God, is this painting me?" I saw the lady in the picture sitting against the railing, her shy eyes seemed to be looking into the distance, and the round fan in her hand slightly Lifting it up, it seems to be swaying gently. Although the whole picture does not use a clear background to describe the position of the characters, the surroundings are faint.

There are faint ink marks emerging, giving people a feeling like a castle in the air.Not to mention Qiqiao, even Shenggu had never seen such a painting method, so when she saw He Jiaan's painting, she couldn't help being surprised, but the surprise in her heart was deliberately expressed by her face. The expression on her face was covered up, just because she didn't

I want to see He Jiaan's face full of smug expressions.

After looking again, the holy aunt finally nodded, and said lightly: "It's not bad, I can barely give it a try." He Jiaan didn't expect that the painting he carefully painted would only get a good evaluation, and secretly glared at the holy aunt. At a glance, seeing that the ink was dry, he picked up the painting casually and handed it to Qiqiao: "Thank you Qiqiao for persevering for so long,

This painting is considered a gift for you when you meet for the first time. ""Give it to me?" "The surprise on Qiqiao's face was even stronger, and she quickly and happily took it, and couldn't help opening it again in front of the holy lady, looking at herself who looked like a fairy on it, she suddenly said: "Holy lady, how about You also ask Mr. He to draw a picture

Bar? "The holy aunt's heart naturally moved, but when He Jiaan proposed to paint for herself just now, she refused. Now she asked him to paint for herself, but she still couldn't save face. After a moment of hesitation, she said duplicity: "Forget it,

I do not need. "

"Just draw one, since it's far away from Dongting Lake, it's time to pass the time." Perhaps Qiqiao felt that the opportunity was rare, and kept persuading the holy lady to draw one.

Dongting Lake?When He Jiaan heard this place name, his heart suddenly moved. Could it be that the old nest of the White Lotus Society is actually on Dongting Lake?This is not sure, after all, Dongting Lake has the reputation of "eight hundred miles of Dongting". If these people are really hiding in it, they can't say

It must be really hard to find.

Hearing Qiqiao's persuasion, Aunt Sheng showed a hesitant expression on her face, but she was a little bit embarrassed by face, and refused to take the initiative to mention it to He Jiaan, so she just stood there, neither talking about painting nor saying no to painting.

All of this is naturally seen by He Jiaan, and He Jiaan can control the complicated feelings about the little girl. Even for his own safety in the future, he has to treat this little girl better.

Thinking of this, He Jiaan smiled and said: "Maybe the holy lady can't accept this style, or I..." "No, this one is fine." Before He Jiaan finished speaking, the holy lady seemed to be afraid that he would As if changing another style, he hurriedly interjected, and his face blushed immediately after he finished speaking, and the icy pose he just posed was finished.

They all disappeared without a trace, and said coyly: "I think this style is also quite good." Since she agreed, He Jiaan didn't have to be polite any more, and asked Shenggu to sit in the seat where Qiqiao sat just now, and designed another He made a few poses for the aunt to pose, and when he was satisfied, He Jiaan retreated behind the table and pressed

Following his own practice of painting, he began to stare at the saint.When I saw Qiqiao just now, I didn't think there was anything wrong, but when I sat in this position, the holy lady suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, because of her posture, her gaze at this time was forward looking

, and just when He Jiaan looked over, the eyes of the two people collided unknowingly.Different from the timid He Jiaan just now, He Jiaan's eyes in the state of painting are hot and aggressive, while the eyes of the holy aunt seem a little helpless, trying to avoid He Jiaan's eyes, but afraid because Own

Due to some reasons, this trace of beauty was destroyed, so I could only force myself to sit up straight.After a while, He Jiaan's eyes finally moved away from the face of the holy aunt. Just when the holy aunt was relieved, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, because she saw He Jiaan's gaze from her face. After moving away, towards her

His body shifted over, and following his gaze, he felt that the place he was staring at seemed to be getting a little hot.Finally, the holy lady couldn't bear He Jia'an's scorching gaze, she had already put his warning not to move around in the back of her head, her body was slightly tilted to one side, her head lowered shyly, her eyes were downcast, her fair face reveal a touch

ruddy.

As everyone knows, what a huge temptation she has in He Jiaan's eyes now, the shyness of that moment was caught by He Jiaan, and he suddenly said: "Don't move, hold on."

Then He Jiaan's pen fell on the rice paper and quickly outlined it.The holy aunt originally wanted to avoid He Jiaan's gaze, but she didn't expect to be stopped by him just as she turned around. The relationship between herself and He Jiaan seemed to be adjusted. He seemed to be the one who dominated everything. , while myself

As if being controlled by him, he made himself not move, but he really didn't move.After seeing the painting that He Jiaan painted for Qiqiao just now, Aunt Sheng naturally had a new understanding of He Jiaan's painting skills. She was afraid that she would destroy the beauty of the whole painting even if she gritted her teeth. trying hard