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[Ding, it has been detected that the target role that the host is about to perform is 'famous painter Xu Beihong'. Congratulations to the host for becoming a true palace-level painter. 】

[Congratulations to the host for mastering all painting techniques at home and abroad, both ancient and modern. 】

[Congratulations to the host for mastering the four arts of poetry, calligraphy, painting and printing. 】

After half an hour.

When Chen Feng put on an outfit according to Lao Mouzi's instructions, and even had the makeup artist who came over to simplify his look, a buzzer sounded in his head.

The role is obtained.

When he stepped into the role, Chen Feng transformed, and his whole temperament and style were directly replaced by the young Xu Beihong.

Even the eyes have changed.

The character of a scholar cannot be hidden in the ordinary.

The style of the Republic of China came out instantly.

Everyone in the box was stunned.

This feeling...

Why did it change so suddenly?

Why does it feel like his whole person has changed after putting on makeup?

His temperament, eyes, facial expressions, walking posture, including the charm between his eyebrows, completely changed into the feeling of another person.

Isn't this evil?

Lao Mouzi was also surprised.

No matter how much Teacher Huang and Jiang Wen praised Chen Feng and even showed him past performance videos, Lao Mouzi remained unmoved.

At most, it’s just a couple of compliments.

Because he only believes in his own perception.

Young artists who are praised too highly by others may be even more depressed in his eyes.

It's a mindset.

As a result, when Chen Feng appeared in front of him in disguise, Lao Mouzi was completely shocked.

He walked up to Chen Feng, looked around twice, and suddenly waved outside: "Come on, find someone to bring a drawing board. Then prepare the pen and ink stone. Chen Feng, you can show off and let's take a look." "

"it is good."

Chen Feng nodded happily.

Soon, drawing boards, easels, and brushes were readily available.

Lao Mouzi took two steps back, found the right angle in a professional manner, looked at Chen Feng and said, "You can start. Try to find the state of painting."

Chen Feng said nothing.

He was already sitting in front of the drawing board.

The whole person seems to be immersed in it.

First, polish the pen, then prepare the ink.

After laying out the drawing paper, Chen Feng measured the distance on the drawing paper with a professional technique, then reached out to pick up the brush and actually started painting.

At first, everyone thought he was doodling.

Anyway, Lao Mouzi just wanted to see the charming feeling when he was painting.

But as they watched, everyone's mouths opened.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor.

What the hell!

Is he drawing a horse?

Is Chen Feng really painting horses?

That technique, that painter, that feeling of splashing ink...

At first, Lao Mouzi was concerned about his overall feeling, but as he looked at it, his eyes were attracted by the ink paintings on the drawing board.

Good guy!

Isn't this exactly what Xu Beihong's "Eight Horses Roaring in the Spring Suburbs" does?

Lao Mouzi was stunned.

In fact, he actually has a collector's edition of "Eight Horses" at home, and he also loves painting.

When I first bought it, the seller swore it was genuine.

I even found someone to authenticate it.

Lao Mouzi didn't know whether it was true or not, but he spent a lot of money to buy it.

Over the years, I have seen it countless times.

He knows the details of the picture "Eight Horses" very well.

Therefore, Lao Mouzi slowly walked behind Chen Feng and looked at his paintings carefully.

Shock!

The smudges of the ink in the painting are all applied according to the body structure of the horse, and the ink colors have different shades, which not only expresses the body of the horse, but does not affect the charm of the ink color.

It is Master Xu’s brushwork.

"Eight Horses" is a freehand painting with splashed ink or part-time writing, creating various, graceful and free horses in various poses.

Either galloping or leaping, or looking back and hissing, or soaring into the air.

It has high collection value and cultural and artistic appreciation value!

Lao Mouzi stared behind him for a long time. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. The more he looked, the more he felt that the collection in his home seemed to be a fake.

The unfinished one in front of you is the real thing.

Because, looking at the picture in front of me, there is always a feeling that the fierce horse in the painting is about to gallop out and jump out of the paper.

But it never felt like this at home.

Isn't this the hell?

Everyone else also looked at each other.

Especially for a self-proclaimed intellectual like Mr. Huang, his ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting is higher than ordinary people.

Teacher Huang was also dumbfounded.

This level can be called a master level.

Chen Feng?

Did he draw it?

Even if I saw Chen Feng's hand splashing ink with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe it.

more than an hour later.

Chen Feng finally stopped writing.

He actually signed it in the end.

The writing style is exactly the same as Xu Beihong's writing habits, without any deviation.

Except for the lack of chapters, this is simply the work of Xu Beihong himself.

Chen Feng put pen to paper.

Looking back at Lao Mouzi behind him, he also stepped out of his role, and asked with a smile: "Director Zhang, do I feel okay?"

"what?"

Lao Mouzi was stunned.

"How does this young version of Master Xu feel about me? Do you qualify?"

"..."

Lao Mouzi quickly stood up straight.

Good guy!

I was so fascinated by the painting that I completely forgot about the characters.

After reorganizing his words, he took a deep breath and said, "Chen Feng, this feels good, at least I appreciate it. Qualified, very qualified. I think you must be the young version of Master Xu."

"Thank you, Director Zhang, for your approval."

Chen Feng stretched out his hand.

The two shook hands solemnly.

The investors behind him all looked at each other in confusion.

You know, Lao Mouzi is the most picky in the industry.

For him to choose actors, casting alone would take several years.

Today I finally broke the curse.

Chen Feng is the fastest established actor in history.

Outrageous!

Finally, everyone returned to sit down at the dinner table.

Lao Mouzi couldn't help but be confused, looked at Chen Feng and asked: "Have you ever learned to draw before?"

"I came into contact with painters when I was doing a small job, so I tinkered around at home."

Chen Feng made a random joke.

Lao Mouzi's brows trembled, and he pointed to the "Eight Horses Picture" beside him: "You... have copied Master Xu's "Eight Horses Picture", right?"

"Correct."

"Okay, young man, that's great."

Lao Mouzi shook his head and murmured: "You are extremely good at copying."

"you flatter me."

Chen Feng said modestly.

Afterwards, everyone started chatting with each other.

This chat lasted for more than two hours.

……

Finally, the meal is over.

Jiang Wen and Chen Feng made an appointment for the start-up time and left in a hurry with Song Yi.

Chen Feng also finalized a role contract with Lao Mouzi.

After the discussion was complete, he also found Liu Boguang and went back to the studio with him to continue filming today's extra story.

Lao Mouzi and others were the last to leave.

Before leaving, Lao Mouzi kept staring at the painting on the drawing board.

Finally, someone took it down and wrapped it carefully. After he separated from everyone with the painting, he flew back to Yanjing in the afternoon.

Back in the capital, I first went to the antique street.

I secretly found an old game player I had known for many years and asked him to take a look at the "Eight Horses" painted by Chen Feng.

When the drawing paper is spread out.

The old gentleman just took a look and exclaimed: "Hey, this is... Master Xu's "Eight Horses"? Director Zhang, you have found the original version... Huh? Isn't that right?"

"This ink smell...why does it look like it was painted not long ago?"

"And where is this signature and chapter?"

"This paper isn't right either."

The old gentleman circled around the drawing paper with a look of disbelief on his face.

Finally, Lao Mouzi came to him and whispered: "Old sir, do you think this portrait is the work of Master Xu, right?"

The old gentleman stared at the drawing paper and said distractedly: "No, this... this is Master Xu's handwriting."

"Based on Lao Chen's many years of experience, this painting was simply painted by Master Xu himself."

"Look here, this is Master Xu's little habit."

"Look here again. Master Xu's authentic paintings usually have some of his personal favorite lines hidden between the paintings."

"Not many people know this secret."

"It is no exaggeration to say that the descendants of the Xu family may not know this secret."

"But I know."

"This...this is Master Xu's handiwork."

Old Mouzi: "..."

Isn't this the hell?