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Today's young people are rarely interested in traditional culture.

There are almost no young talents who can write poems and books like the ancients.

"Well, well, since everyone has shown their skills, I'll do it too," the old horse said.

"Oh?" Qin Lao said: "Okay, I have prepared it for you a long time ago."

"Come here, take care of me with pen and ink,"

I saw the servants holding pens, ink, paper and inkstones and putting them on the table.

There are also various paints.

"Your old horse is a painter. I don't know what new works will come out this year. Come on, let's open our eyes," Lao Wu said.

Several people watched the old horse start painting.

He picked up the brush, dipped in the paint, and started to paint.

This is a Chinese painting, and Zhang Yuan recognized it at a glance.

"Xiao Zhang, you have a lucky eye. Lao Ma's traditional Chinese paintings are very famous. You will be able to see the paintings with beautiful artistic conceptions later," Lao Wu said.

"Then I'll wait and see," Zhang Yuan said in a calm tone.

"Well, that's right. Today's party is really interesting. Ma, you have to work harder, don't be outdone by Xiao Zhang," Lao Qin joked.

Lao Ma was full of confidence, and said: "I admit that I am not as good as him when it comes to writing poetry and calligraphy, but painting is my strong point. When I ask myself, there are few people who can be better than me in Chinese painting,"

Everyone understands this.

This is no big talk.

However, Zhang Yuan did not agree so much.

This seems to be a bit big.

The world is so big, and there are so many great people, who dares to say that he is number one in the world.

Lao Ma paints very quickly and is very proficient in the use of various pigments.

Various brushes were switched in his hands, and a beautiful landscape painting took shape soon.

The distant mountains are continuous, with ups and downs. At the foot of the mountains, there are flowers all over the ground, small bridges and flowing water, which makes me feel very comfortable.

There is quite a feeling of paradise.

After staying in the city for a long time, people will yearn for this kind of pastoral life.

Low pressure, fresh air, comfortable living.

"Well, it's not bad, it's very artistic, and it really is a masterpiece," Lao Qin commented on the side.

"Lao Ma, your landscape paintings are still so good, the brushwork is more mature, and the artistic conception is more pleasant," Lao Wu said.

Although Qin Xue doesn't know much about Chinese painting, she knows Lao Ma's skills, so she appreciates it seriously at the moment.

"Well, it's really good," Zhang Yuan nodded.

Lao Ma's level is still very high, already better than most painters.

However, he still has a lot of room for improvement, which Zhang Yuan could tell at a glance.

"Everyone, it's finished. The time is a bit rushed, but it should be able to catch your eyes," the old horse said modestly.

However, there is still obvious confidence and pride in the tone.

"It's not just eye-catching, it's another masterpiece," said Old Wu.

Mr. Qin followed up and said, "That's right, old horse, don't be too modest, good is good, everyone knows your strength,"

Qin Xue smiled, and said sweetly, "Grandpa Ma, your painting skills have improved again, congratulations."

The old horse smiled happily: "Hahaha, yo, yo, Xiaoxue has a sweet little mouth, let's wipe it with honey."

Everyone was very happy, Mr. Qin suddenly looked at Zhang Yuan: "Xiao Zhang, please come and comment."

"That's right, Xiao Zhang, tell me what you think, you can just say it, this is a gathering of friends, there is no taboo," Old Wu said.

"If that's the case, then I'm offended," Zhang Yuan said tactfully.

"Actually, Uncle Ma's works and strength have a lot of room for improvement,"

Zhang Yuan said.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked.

One by one in a daze.

"You, how can you say that, Grandpa Ma's strength is top-notch, and his works are very popular," Qin Xue reacted, and said dissatisfied.

One is to break the awkward atmosphere, and the other is to speak for the old horse.

Three, she felt that Xiao Zhang was a little daring.

He dared to say anything, without thinking about it.

"I'm just telling the truth. As far as the landscape painting in front of me is concerned, I personally think that there are still a few places that can be painted better. For example, here, the lines are a bit stiff..."

Zhang Yuan pointed out the deficiencies in the paintings, and analyzed the causes and consequences of each place in detail, as well as the solutions.

Chapter 279

The air became so quiet.

Zhang Yuan didn't care about the damn embarrassment.

Just now, they took the initiative to ask themselves to comment. In this case, Zhang Yuan can only tell the truth.

"Hey, how can you say that," Qin Xue said quickly, she was afraid that Grandpa Ma would be angry.

"Do you know how to paint?" Lao Ma looked at Zhang Yuan and asked.

Serious look.

Zhang Yuan said: "Know a thing or two,"

"I'm afraid it's not just knowing a little bit, but being very proficient," Old Wu said.

Old Qin said, "Lao Ma, what do you think of what Xiao Zhang said?"

No, the old horse sighed a long time.

The expression turned and became lonely again.

"It's really scary for young people. That's right. Xiao Zhang is right. Seeing how good he is, I really feel old. The future is the era of young people," Ma said.

The tone is heavy.

Qin Xue was taken aback. She didn't expect Lao Ma not only to be angry, but to admit it voluntarily.

Zhang Yuan actually hit the spot.

"You are really proficient in Chinese painting, amazing, you are so versatile," Qin Xue admired Zhang Yuan very much.

Not only is he good at cooking, but he also knows music, and he is also a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting.

Knowing so much and being so young is simply a genius.

"Xiao Zhang, you can do it, let me impress you. You have such talent at such a young age, and you will definitely become a big shot in the future," Old Wu said.

"Then I have to thank Mr. Wu for his encouragement and praise," Zhang Yuan responded.

"You have such a good eye, which means that you have your own views on Chinese painting. By the way, why not, Xiao Zhang, how about you come and make a painting?" Qin Lao had a whim.

"That's right, let's also see your level. You can't just talk and don't do it, it won't work," said Old Wu very much in support of this decision.

The old horse said: "That's right, Xiao Zhang, let's each make a picture for everyone to comment on."

Qin Xue said: "Hey, don't be brave, you won't or you won't, it doesn't matter if you say it,"

Zhang Yuan smiled very frankly.

"I didn't try to be brave. Since everyone invited me so kindly, how could I refuse, right?"

Isn't it just painting? It's not difficult.

Zhang Yuan adjusted various raw materials, arranged the paper, and then started.

Holding the paintbrush in his hand, Zhang Yuan feels very familiar.

The paintbrush dances on the paper very flexibly, and various pigments are matched with each other.

On the paper, a majestic horse has taken shape.

The horse's mane is flying, elegant and agile, very vivid, very vivid, as if it will jump out of the paper at once.

It is not easy to outline such a majestic horse with a few simple strokes.

The big guy couldn't help but stare dumbfounded, what a beautiful horse.

Very mighty and beautiful.

It is really not easy to have such skill.

Lao Ma is an expert, and he can tell Zhang Yuan's extraordinary painting skills at a glance.

The works are placed here for anyone with a discerning eye to see.

Xiao Zhang is not only good at painting, but also has a vivid image of horses, and Xiao Zhang paints very fast.

He didn't think too much, he seemed to be bursting with inspiration, with a calm demeanor.

Everything is very casual, and in terms of realm, it is a level higher than the old horse.

"Wonderful, wonderful,"

The old horse was very excited and couldn't help but praise: "The brushwork is mature and looks like a master. I didn't expect that your painting skills are so good, but why have I never heard of such a number one person like you?"

Lao Ma knows all famous painters, but Xiao Zhang, he has never heard of them.

Lao Ma guessed, could Xiao Zhang be a disciple of a certain master?

But according to Xiao Zhang's level, who is qualified to be his master.

"Xiao Zhang, you're amazing, I'm willing to bow down, hahaha, I didn't expect it, I'm happy to meet a genius today, I'm so happy, today's party is worth it," Old Wu said happily.

"Hahaha, Ma, I haven't seen such a talented young man for a long time. He surpasses you," Elder Qin laughed.

The old horse didn't feel ashamed, and said openly: "Yes, Xiao Zhang is proficient in poetry, calligraphy and painting, three masters. In today's era, it is really not easy to achieve this step."

Qin Xue felt that Brother Zhang was getting better and better. From cooking to painting, he was not top-notch in anything.

"I really can't figure out how you practiced so well, how can you have so much time?"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "A celebrity once said that time is like a sponge, if you squeeze it, there will always be something."

"Well, yes, talented, hard-working and motivated, no matter which path Xiao Zhang takes in the future, he will be very successful," Qin Lao said.

Lao Ma insisted on keeping Zhang Yuan's paintings, but Zhang Yuan agreed, anyway, they were ordinary works and were of little value to Zhang Yuan.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was very joyful.

Zhang Yuan's three unique skills, Lao Ma and others are full of praise.

There are not many talented young people like this nowadays.

Many young people are busy playing games and watching videos, but have no time to read or practice calligraphy.

Lao Ma also began to ask Zhang Yuan for advice, saying that he was asking for advice, but in fact it was communication.

Qin Xue doesn't understand professional knowledge, but she understands that Zhang Yuan is really good.

At the entrance of the villa, a black car stopped.

Mercedes Benz business car.

Zhang Yuan estimates that the market price is at least 60.

I saw a young man dressed in a business style walking slowly.

"Uncle Wu, Uncle Ma, you are all here,"

"Sister Xiaoxue, long time no see, you are beautiful again,"

"Old Qin, I'm sorry, I'm dealing with company matters, so I'm late,"