Really, Huang Sansheng was scared to death.

How long did this take?

Tens of seconds?

Zhang Fan is actually almost finished with a painting.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was painting a traditional Chinese painting.

On the rice paper, there is already an artistic conception of clouds and mist and rippling water.

Chinese painting and oil painting are completely different.

Chinese painting emphasizes verve!

As for oil paintings, their appearance is similar!

The appearance is similar and you must have solid basic skills.

It looks like, as long as you work hard, spend more time, and study for a few years, you can achieve considerable achievements.

Of course, it takes a very long time to complete a top-notch painting.

Some painters take several years to produce a single work!

However, no matter how bad it is, if you draw it, most people will be amazed by it.

And traditional Chinese painting pays attention to a spiritual resemblance!

It’s so similar, so illusory!

This requires an immense amount of imagination to construct.

Therefore, although traditional Chinese painting is easier to paint than oil painting, it is very difficult to express the artistic conception.

If you paint it well, it will be a masterpiece; if you paint it poorly, it will just be a piece of cake!

Therefore, in this era, there are very few people who are willing to learn Chinese painting.

After all, artistic conception is really elusive.

Moreover, this also requires status.

However, this fucking thing only lasts for tens of seconds. How on earth did Zhang Fan do this?

Although Huang Sansheng is proficient in sketching, when it comes to traditional Chinese painting and oil painting, he is also at the level of a master.

Especially Chinese painting, for older people like them, it can be said that they love it!

As for the artistic conception of shrouded clouds and rippling water now completed, it can be said that even if he came, it would take a long time to carve it out before he dared to start!

After all, as long as there is a mistake in one stroke, the artistic conception of the entire painting will be destroyed.

This painting is finished.

It takes less than thirty seconds!

This is awesome, absolutely cheating.

Seeing Zhang Fan's movements like a dragon, Huang Sansheng was already trembling in fear.

How on earth does this monster have such a big brain?

You know, Zhang Fan's current state is the state after staying up late for six days and six nights.

How could he still have so much energy to paint Chinese paintings!

Moreover, the painting is so unreasonable!

Let him have no faults at all?

The next moment, Zhang Fan smiled softly: "The Chinese painting is ready."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned around, squatted next to the paint, and started tinkering.

At this moment, Huang Sansheng's eyes almost popped out.

He trembled and took out his glasses, his whole forehead almost sticking to the drawing paper.

"How is it possible, how is it possible!"

Huang Sansheng's voice trembled.

This picture seems simple.

However, whether it is the charm of the old man, the clouds, the mist, or the waves, they are all perfect!

Even if it is drawn by an experienced artist like Jiang Ru, it is not as spirited and charming as the current picture!

It can be said that there is absolutely nothing to fault.

At this moment, Huang Sansheng's body started to tremble.

Oh my god, where did Zhang Fan, this monster, learn to draw?

I don’t accept it, I don’t accept it at all!

At this level, it is absolutely a master-level rhythm.

You know, the time for painting is less than a minute.

No matter how simple the Chinese painting is, it cannot reach this level.

What can you do in one minute?

I was stunned for a moment and then passed.

Damn it!

Am I still in a dream?

Huang Sansheng raised his hand and slapped himself.

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Huang Sansheng woke up.

Not a dream, no!

However, at Zhang Fan's age, how could he possibly draw such a painting!

Thinking that he had been urging Zhang Fan to come to the studio so that he could introduce some old people who were proficient in Chinese painting and oil painting to Zhang Fan, Huang Sansheng's face felt hot and painful.

Does Zhang Fan still need guidance from others with his current level of Chinese painting?

Just these people from Tsinghua University, who dares?

It was at this time that a rapid voice sounded.

"Old Huang, why are you running so fast? My legs are almost broken." Jiang Ru held the door and panted violently.

As for Zhang Fan, he originally wanted to compete with Huang Sansheng.

Although he failed to accept Zhang Fan as his disciple, due to his relationship with Huang Sansheng, Zhang Fan can be regarded as his nephew.

Huang Sansheng has been asking him to teach Zhang Fan Chinese painting since very early on!

And now, the academic competition is about to begin. Zhang Fan comes to the studio. How could he not come?

If he doesn't come, Huang Sansheng will probably have to break up with him.

It is not easy for a person to have an old friend who confides in one's heart at this age.

So, here he comes.

"Huang Sansheng, look at your father, you are a loser. I am talking to you." Jiang Ru was angry.

Despite his age, he still ran several hundred meters at this time in the early morning, and his old bones were completely unable to bear it.

Huang Sansheng, this old dog, didn't even pay attention to him.

Immediately, Jiang Ru walked over.

Just when he was about to slap Huang Sansheng, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of the painting painted by Zhang Fan!

"Hey, this painting is pretty good!" Jiang Ru was shocked.

His eyes immediately fell on the painting, and when he saw it, goosebumps rose all over his body.

"Damn it, who drew this? It's so awesome!" A shocked voice sounded directly from Jiang Ru's mouth.

At their level, there are really not many paintings that can amaze them at a glance.

Even several other old professors at Tsinghua University who are good at Chinese painting would never be able to give him this feeling.

"Old Huang, where did this painting come from? It can't be an antique that was picked up somewhere!" Jiang Ru said in surprise.

But immediately, his eyes widened.

"Damn it, the pen and ink are not even dry yet?"

At this moment, every hair on Jiang Ru's body stood on end.

The ink is not yet dry, which means that this painting was just completed.

"Could it be that the strength of those old guys has broken through? Old Huang, tell me who it is, who it is!" Jiang Ru yelled hurriedly.
To be continued...