Singing at the beginning rewards the 100 billion group

"This, it seems, is me,"

Lin Feifei blushed suddenly.

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Well, you always like to stand on the balcony of my house and watch the scenery,"

Lin Feifei really likes to do this, just because Zhang Yuan's mansion has an excellent view and can have a panoramic view of the Bund.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan actually observed this point, and with just a few strokes, he painted himself so vividly.

"Don't talk, concentrate on painting," the woman opposite reminded, her tone full of anger.

Zhang Yuan said, "I've finished the painting,"

Suddenly, the woman opposite stopped writing.

Looking up at Zhang Yuan in shock.

"When did you finish painting?" the woman asked.

Zhang Yuan said: "It was over when the two of us were talking just now."

The woman looks at Zhang Yuan's work, the lines are simple, very simple.

But it is expressive and lifelike.

The beauty of the woman and the blurred eyes are vividly reflected through the opposite building and clouds.

This is the fastest sketch she has ever seen.

But it is the simplest and most vivid painting.

Being able to express such a rich picture with a few strokes is a testament to this person's painting skills.

However, this is too fast, less than 5 minutes.

"Oh, I admit defeat,"

Although the woman didn't want to see the two of them, she simply admitted defeat, which was quite grandiose.

She looked at Lin Feifei and said, "Your boyfriend observes you very carefully,"

Lin Feifei blushed and whispered, "He's not my boyfriend, don't talk nonsense,"

At this time, laughter and applause suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, it really is a fearsome young person,"

When the woman heard the sound, she turned around and called, "Teacher,"

Respectful attitude.

The old man nodded slightly, and said, "Well, young man, which school are you from, your paintings are very good,"

Zhang Yuan said: "I have graduated from university for several years, and I didn't major in fine arts before."

The old man was puzzled and looked at the young man wearing a mask.

"That's okay, with your talent, you don't need to go to the Academy of Fine Arts," said the old man.

Then look at Zhang Yuan's sketch just now.

"Good, good, good,"

The old man praised him greatly and said three good things in a row.

"Well, yes, the lines are extremely simple, and the characters are lifelike and lifelike. This skill is very profound,"

The old man liked Zhang Yuan's sketches very much.

Lin Feifei was also extremely surprised, she didn't expect Zhang Yuan to have such a unique skill.

Not only is she good at singing, but also good at martial arts, and she is so good at painting.

It is both civil and military.

"I'm sorry, I'm just drawing casually. It's just a joke. Unlike you, you are a senior from the Academy of Fine Arts. I dare not compare with you," Zhang Yuan said modestly.

Retreat to advance.

Sure enough, the old man was tricked, and said: "Is the kid trying to provoke me, don't do this with me, good is good, it has nothing to do with qualifications and age, get ready, I want to compete with you," said the old man.

Everyone was surprised.

"Teacher? Isn't it right?"

The girl was a little worried.

He whispered: "It's good that the teacher wins, just in case, in case, wouldn't that damage your reputation?"

The old man was determined, and slowly shook his head: "I've reached this age, fame and fortune are like floating clouds to me, I just want to see more mountains,"

Turning around, facing Zhang Yuan, the old man said with a smile: "Besides, I may not necessarily lose."

Lin Feifei also had her own worries.

"In case, in case you are recognized by someone, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

Zhang Yuan understood what she meant. After all, Zhang Yuan was a star and a public figure.

If you accidentally make things big, if you are recognized, it may be reported by the media.

At that time, maybe we will make up some gossip.

Chapter 231 Three Poems, Calligraphy and Painting

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "It is my honor to compete with seniors."

He lightly patted Lin Feifei on the shoulder, signaling to reassure her.

Lin Feifei was still a little worried. It seemed that this old man was quite capable.

Dare to hold an art exhibition here, and he is also a teacher of the Academy of Fine Arts. His painting skills are extraordinary.

Now that the two parties have agreed to the competition, the old man's students can't persuade them anymore, they can only prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones for both parties.

"Young man, how about a contest of traditional Chinese painting?" said the old man.

Most of the art exhibitions outside are Chinese paintings, and it seems that the old man is best at Chinese paintings.

This Chinese painting is a traditional painting, with a brush dipped in water, ink, or color.

Common tools include brushes, inks, paints, rice paper and so on.

The themes include figures, landscapes, flowers and birds.

In ancient times, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting referred to, this painting, is Chinese painting.

In fact, no matter what kind of painting method, it is not easy, even sketching and sketching are difficult.

This kind of thing is impossible without talent.

If you have talent, you have to practice hard.

Traditional Chinese painting pays more attention to artistic conception, unlike Western oil painting, which pays attention to realism.

"Okay, senior is a master of traditional Chinese painting, so I'll make a fool of myself," Zhang Yuan said.

It can be seen that the old man is very confident in his skills.

The old man's student didn't say anything, and stood beside the teacher intently.

Lin Feifei was curious, Zhang Yuan is so versatile, where did he find the time to study these.

Although she knows some simple appreciation, but not painting.

"Have you ever learned to draw?" Lin Feifei asked in a low voice.

"Eh," Zhang Yuan thought for a while, and replied, "I have studied for a few years,"

Lin Feifei said: "You have such a brain, it's amazing. You have to learn music, art, and homework."

Lin Feifei couldn't imagine how Zhang Yuan did it.

Does he have the avatar technique?

The atmosphere calmed down, and the two began to paint.

The old man painted landscapes, while Zhang Yuan painted horses.

With just a few strokes, the horse has begun to take shape.

This horse gallops mightily, with an extraordinary demeanor, and is so vivid that it seems to jump out of the paper.

So vivid.

Even Lin Feifei admired this strength.

Zhang Yuan wrote very quickly, as if everything was done by magic.

On the opposite side, the old man was also unwilling to give in, and he wrote very quickly. In just a few minutes, a freehand landscape painting appeared.

There are endless mountains in the distance, with clouds and mist surrounding the top of the mountain, small bridges and flowing water under the mountain, and clusters of houses.

What an artistic conception, what a beautiful paradise.

Zhang Yuan seems to be faster.

With only ink, he has already drawn a magnificent Pegasus.

The horse's mane is flying, elegant and agile, giving people a sense of vitality.

call!

After Zhang Yuan finished painting, he put down the brush in his hand.

Lin Feifei was taken aback, she didn't expect him to draw so fast, and finished it before the old man.

The old man was only a little slower than Zhang Yuan, and soon put down his pen.

Ugh!

With a long sigh, he couldn't help but say: "Young people are awesome, young people are awesome,"

The old man's student had completely admired Zhang Yuan at this time, and was even more respectful to Zhang Yuan, and dared not contradict him again.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay,"

Looking at Zhang Yuan's horse, the old man kept admiring and praising it.

"The brushwork is elegant and unrestrained, this horse is flying and jumping, it is vivid and full of demeanor, not bad,"

The old man patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Young man, your talent is very good. It can be seen that you have practiced for many years."

Zhang Yuan said modestly: "It's okay, but there are many people who are better than me in this world. Besides, there is no first place in art, only whether you like it or not. Today, let's regard it as an exchange between friends. "

With a few words, he successfully resolved the embarrassment of the old man's failure, and also made the old man a friend.

Lin Feifei admired Zhang Yuan's speaking art, which made people feel comfortable. This is high EQ.

The old man said with a smile: "Okay, well said, I've made an appointment with you as a friend, how about this, you also come to see my painting, appreciate it, how about it?"

Zhang Yuan walked over and looked carefully.

This painting gives people the feeling that it is a paradise.

The mountains and rivers are connected, the houses are in groups, and it is quiet and indifferent.

Not only the artistic conception is lofty, but also contains some philosophy of life.

Zhang Yuan said: "Senior's skills are profound, I feel ashamed. A few simple strokes have already outlined a paradise. The seemingly peaceful pastoral life, but it makes people learn to be grateful and live every day steadily. The philosophy of life contained in the painting is the essence.”

Lin Feifei admired Zhang Yuan even more. She didn't expect his appreciation ability to be so strong.

A simple painting, but one can see the philosophy of life, which is far behind her.

The old man nodded very satisfied: "Well, yes, you can say these words, which is enough to show that you really have extraordinary vision and talent. It is a great blessing for me to have you as my friend today."

Zhang Yuan said: "Senior has won the prize, if this painting is inscribed with a poem, it will be more perfect."

"Oh?"

The other three were all shocked.

"What poem do you think is better?" The old man looked at Zhang Yuan expectantly.

Zhang Yuan pondered for a while, and his own talent for poetry began to play out. After a while, a poem appeared in his mind.