Daming Junior Scholar

Since Tang Bohu was not around, his apprentice should also be able to act as half the sky. The person in the audience asked again: "Then I would like to ask Mr. He, Miss Xie just said that you can draw a portrait in a quarter of an hour. Do you think it is possible?"

He Jiaan smiled and nodded, "Yes."

really can?

He Jiaan agreed without hesitation when he heard that He Jiaan really shocked everyone, even the two people around him were taken aback. They glanced at each other, and each saw a trace of I don't believe it, the relationship between the two has now changed from an opponent to a teammate, and their common enemy has now become the apprentice of Tang Bohu next to him.

Hearing He Jiaan's answer, one of them simply said: "Since Mr. He thinks it is possible, how about showing us?"

He Jiaan turned his head and glanced at him, but he didn't know what the man was thinking, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and said with a light smile: "If I can draw it, will I win this competition? "

"This..." The man was taken aback for a moment, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the word "calculate". It may not be possible to draw it."

This is obviously to find a reason for myself. If I observe in advance and then paint, I believe that I can draw a rough picture in a quarter of an hour. As for whether the final result looks like Xie Qinhu, it depends on myself. Just an explanation.

"Hehe." He Jiaan smiled slightly, shook his head slowly and said, "Actually, there is something I wanted to say a long time ago."

"What?" The two people on the stage had a faint feeling.

Then I heard He Jiaan say: "Miss Xie probably doesn't know much about painting, so I only asked for a quarter of an hour to paint a picture. In fact, if I asked for it, a quarter of an hour is really too long, half a quarter of an hour That's it."

He actually said that a quarter of an hour is too long, and it will take half an hour. Just now, he was about to run on He Jiaan with words, and the two who bought themselves some time were suddenly dumbfounded. If it is a quarter of an hour, he can draw faster, and it is possible to draw it. But for half an hour, the two of them were really helpless, staring at He Jiaan's face, as if analyzing whether what he said was the truth.

"Why, looking at the expressions of the two of you, it's obvious that you don't quite trust me, He." He Jiaan smiled at the two of them, and suddenly said, "How about we make a bet?"

bet?

The two were taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "What bet?"

"It's very simple. If I can draw Miss Xie's portrait within half a stick of incense, you will lose this round. If I can't draw it, you will win this round. As for who loses and who wins , and then compare it with another one.”

Uh……

This condition sounds like it is very beneficial to them. The two looked at each other and nodded quietly, but one of them said cautiously: "Even if you finish the painting, you must be like Miss Xie."

"Of course." He Jiaan replied confidently, and then stood up by himself.

Chapter 1115

Chapter 1115

To be honest, even when Xie Qinhu proposed this condition, he only regarded it as a joke in his heart. After all, it is quite labor-intensive and expensive to hire a painter to paint in this day and age. [-]. It takes three days of hard work to finish the painting. This is not only a test of the painter's skill, but also quite exhausting for the person being painted.

Xie Qinhu originally planned to use this reason to kill the prestige of those two people, but unexpectedly, this inadvertent condition became the best way for He Jiaan to directly destroy the opponent.

It's just that she couldn't help being a little worried in her heart, whether He Jiaan could draw her own face in half a quarter of an hour.

No matter so much, even if he drew a pig's head in the end, he would admit it through gritted teeth.

Xie Qinhu deliberately tidied up his already clean face, and put on a very dignified look. This is something he has never done before when he grows up, and this is the first time in his life that he has been painted portraiture.

He Jiaan took out the ink slowly, poured some water into the inkstone, and slowly rubbed the ink, but the two people around him couldn't wait any longer. This He Jiaan was clearly cheating, how could he be doing this? While grinding the ink, I clearly took advantage of this time to carefully observe the appearance of Xieqin Lake, so that I can draw faster after I know it well.

No, I can't let him continue to delay like this. The two of them glanced at each other and nodded in unison. One came up to grab the ink in He Jiaan's hand, and the other directly spread the rice paper, and even handed the brush to He Jiaan, laughing. He said: "Mr. He is ready, we have to mark the time."

"Wait, I have something else to do." He Jiaan took the pen, but he was not in a hurry, but waved his hand with a smile.

Now the two of you are not happy. To make a painting for you, the two of you even did what the servants should do for you. What happened?You still have to wait, what are you waiting for?Do you still want to observe for a while, don't you?

Finally, the ink grinder became a little unhappy, and said dissatisfiedly: "I said, Mr. He, do you think we are fools? I tell you that time waits for no one. When did you start painting?"

He Jiaan glanced at the two of them, smiled and said, "Don't worry, you two, I just think Miss Xie's posture is a bit rigid, and I just want her to change her movements."

My movements are too rigid?

When Xie Qinhu heard He Jiaan's words, he couldn't help being taken aback, looked down at himself, raised his head in doubt, looked at He Jiaan who came over and said softly: "I think this posture is very good."

He Jiaan shook his head bluntly and said: "If you are four or fifty years old, there is no problem with this pose, but you are only eighteen, which is the most brilliant age in your life, so how can you pose like this?" .”

After finishing speaking, He Jiaan asked Xie Qinhu to get up, turned her chair 45 degrees, and then asked Xie Qinhu to sit down. After looking at it himself, he suddenly rushed down and asked, "Who has a round fan, can I borrow one?" First."

"I have it." There was someone in the audience who didn't think it was a big deal, and immediately handed over a round fan. He Jiaan stuffed the fan into Xie Qinhu's hand, and directed her to make a shy gesture, and put the fan on him. After observing the side of his face for a while, he nodded in satisfaction, then retreated to the back of the table, looked at his pen, then at the ink that had been grinded, and finally his eyes fell on the person beside him. On the two of them, he said lightly: "I don't like people watching when I paint."

Uh……

This was clearly to drive the two of them away. The two of them looked at each other, stepped back helplessly, and watched He Jiaan pick up the writing brush from a distance. After pondering for a moment, they suddenly stretched out their hands to signal the start of the timer.

As the timer started, He Jiaan's face suddenly became serious. After glancing at Xie Qinhu, the brush in his hand began to dance on the rice paper. The speed of his painting really surprised these people, so fast What would it look like if it was drawn by hand?

Seeing the pen in He Jiaan's hand constantly moving on the rice paper, although he couldn't see what he was drawing now, but this did not prevent everyone from beginning to have some distrust of his paintings, and gradually there were voices whispering in the audience After getting up, within a moment, the voice became louder and louder.

Hearing the voices behind him become noisy, Xie Qinhu couldn't sit still, and the expression on his face also changed slightly. Just when he couldn't hold back, He Jia'an suddenly yelled Sentence: "Don't move."

Xie Qinhu immediately remained motionless, and continued to maintain the posture just now, smiling at He Jiaan.

"Brother, do you think this surname He can finish the painting?" After waiting for a long time, the two behind He Jiaan began to chat.

"I see Xuan, I don't know where this surnamed He came from. He said he was Tang Bohu's apprentice, but who can testify for him? I think he can draw, but the technique may not be good. Great."

"Well, it makes sense."

While the two of them were muttering non-stop, He Jiaan in the middle of the high platform suddenly stopped his pen, glanced around the rice paper, and finally showed a smile on his face: "How much time is left now, I will It's finished."

Finished so soon?

The two people who were chatting couldn't help being stunned. You know, it's still half a quarter of an hour before the He family settles down. What kind of paintings can he draw with such a lot of effort?

The two couldn't hold back their curiosity, and ran over quickly. Although they were fast, they couldn't be as fast as Xie Qinhu. When they heard that He Jiaan had finished the painting, they rushed over and stood by He Jiaan's side Looking at the painting on the table, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

The people in the audience were waiting for the result. Finally, someone passed by, but they were stunned. Now everyone's thoughts were aroused, and someone had already asked: "Miss Xie, how does this young master He draw?" , you should pick it up and let us have a look."

Xie Qinhu acted as if he hadn't heard it, his eyes were already deeply attracted by the paper and the people on it, but the two people behind finally came over, their eyes jumped over their shoulders and landed on the table When looking at the painting on the screen, the movements were exactly the same as Xie Qinhu's, and they all froze in place.

The actions of these three people on the stage also aroused the curiosity of countless people in the audience. It's better for you to let everyone take a look at how the painting is done than to hang everyone here.

The voices from the audience became louder and louder. Finally, Xie Qinhu woke up from the sluggish state, and his eyes full of deep meaning fell on He Jiaan. After staring carefully for a while, he slowly turned around. Turning his head, gently pinched the two corners of the painting, and slowly picked it up.

The ink on the painting was dry, and it was no problem to pick it up, but Xie Qinhu was too careful, as if she was afraid that it would damage the beauty. When she turned the painting in her hand, she finally faced the When everyone was in the audience, the crowd suddenly let out an exclamation in unison.

Chapter 1116

It only took half an hour, not even enough time for a drink, but he was able to complete such an astonishing portrait. Although the outline of the pen and ink is a little weak, no matter who sees this painting, they will think that The person in the painting must be Xie Qinhu.

Although the people who were in the audience just now did not see Xie Qinhu's face on the stage, just seeing this painting, a mischievous and shy woman appeared on the rice paper.

What is everyone, this is everyone.

Just now some people doubted whether He Jiaan was Tang Bohu's apprentice, but now after seeing this painting, no one has such doubts anymore, and some people even wonder if He Jiaan is a fake name, he himself is the saint of painting Tang Bohu, right?