Chapter 133

"Brother Wang is too perfunctory, right?" Zhao Ji originally thought that Wang Yang would praise his paintings very much, but he never expected that the other party's comments on his rare portrait work that he had performed so well were so powerless, and he couldn't help but feel so arrogant.

"Does Brother Wang think that Zhao's portrait is not good?"

If it was another problem, Wang Yang was too lazy to talk. It would be fine if a few flatterers came over and everyone was happy. But the problem is that once it was a field that Wang Daguanren was good at, what this guy liked the most was to compete with others.

"It is very rare for Mr. Zhao to draw such a masterpiece at such an age. However, if you talk about portrait paintings, Wang is really..."

Hearing this, Zhao Ji's face turned red and he couldn't help but argue. "Zhao has been fond of calligraphy and painting since he was a child and has learned from famous masters. Now many teachers say that Zhao's calligraphy has become a great success. Now, Zhao has learned from his predecessors, such as Li Tang, Su Hanchen, and Mi Fu..."

Gao Qiu next to him was also in a very unbeautiful mood. What do you mean by Wang? I didn’t see Gao whispering when facing this person. Can you be a mere brothel teacher?

Gao Qiu cleared his throat and said unhappyly. "Brother Wang, you said that Mr. Zhao, Gao also thought it was inappropriate. With Mr. Zhao's young age, he was rare in the world to achieve such a good achievement. Could it be that Brother Wang thinks that there is a painter in the world who is more skilled than Mr. Zhao?"

"Haha..." Wang Yang couldn't help but smile, narrowed his eyes, looked at Gao Qiu, and then looked at Mr. Zhao, who looked resentful.

Wang Yang curled his lips secretly, and on the surface he still seemed very modest. "Wang knows that no one can convince anyone by just relying on his lips. Why not, Wang also draw one and ask you two for advice?"

"Your Majesty, you can also paint?" Zhao Ji, who was originally unhappy, was stunned at first, and couldn't help but feel happy. "Okay, okay, let's compare today. Then, let's find an intermediary to judge and see whose painting is better?"

"No, right?" Wang Yang felt a headache when he saw Mr. Zhao who was unhappy before, but now he was injected with chicken blood. Why did this guy feel like a naughty child? And he was a typical naughty child who was unhappy.

I want to compete with others for nothing. Is this good?

Zhao Ji rubbed his fists and said impatiently. "It must be so. Zhao has been accustomed to Brother Wang for a long time and has always wanted to ask Brother Wang for advice. Before, during the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference, Brother Wang won a good job. He originally thought he would have to wait until the state test to compete with Brother Wang in the second game, but he didn't expect that he would have a chance today..."

Wang Yang bowed his head and looked at the young man who was half a shorter than him, and smashed his mouth. As long as this kid insisted on being very pretentious and comparing to him, then if he didn't neatly beat the brat to the ground, maybe this guy really didn't know how high the sky was and how thick the ground was.

"Since that's the case, then Wang will be ugly, um... The portrait painted by Mr. Zhao just now was Wang. Since that's the case, how about Wang painted a picture by himself?" Wang Yang sat leisurely in front of the desk, then lifted Zhao's masterpiece, put it aside, and then snapped Li Shishi's fingers.

Soon, Li Shishi took over the carbon pen that Wang Yang was used to using, as well as a painting board made of thin wooden boards and two thin brushes.

Seeing this configuration, Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu were both a little confused. They couldn't figure out what Wang Yang was doing in painting.

"By the way, Shishi, bring me a bronze mirror, otherwise I really can't know what I look like now." Although Wang Yang knew that he was very handsome and outrageously handsome, when he could not face his handsome face, he could not draw his overly handsome face out of thin air.

A bronze mirror was quickly taken over and placed on the table. Then Wang Yang set the bronze mirror at the angle, then held the drawing board and turned his head. Well, his perfect and handsome face happened to fall on Huang Yu's bronze mirror, perfect.

Then, Wang Yang began to use a carbon pen to make composition. At this time, Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu, who were sitting opposite each other at the beginning, finally couldn't bear it, so they simply walked to Wang Yang's side and sat down. Then, their face, which was originally just suspicious, instantly became extremely wonderful.

Wang Yang's hand held a small piece of bamboo carbon sandwiched between two pieces of wood, and easily made gray and black on the rice paper. Gradually, the gray and black first formed a figure that made Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu confused.

But as time went by, Wang Yang's face gradually revealed his true face. Then, Wang Yang began to use carbon pens and brushes.

Zhao Ji and Gao Qiu were sitting behind Wang Yang's side. Their expressions looked extremely shocked, and their mouths had never been closed. Especially Zhao Ji, who seemed reluctant to blink his eyelids, stared straight at the rice paper, and stared at Wang Yang's big hand that looked extremely relaxed and freehand when he was dancing anime brush.

I never thought that there was someone who could hold a pen in such a posture, and this painting by Wang Yang and Wang Wushan was really...

It was so similar that it felt as if Wang Yang had printed his face on rice paper. Whether it was his eyebrows, eyes, lips, or even the shadows on his chin seemed so real.

At the beginning, Zhao Ji, who was determined to compete with Wang Yang in painting skills, had already thrown that idea to some corner. He looked at the increasingly realistic portrait of Wang Yang's paintings with his eyes shining, as if he was about to forget his breathing.

"It's a pity that the bronze mirror is not clear enough, otherwise these shadows could be more realistic..." In the end, Wang Yang put down the pen with regret after two minor revisions of the painting.

At this time, Gao Qiu was completely speechless. At first, he felt that Wang Yang was not polite to Zhao Ji, and he thought that this guy was pretending to be a man, but now it seems that Wang Wushan is already very polite to speak like that.

Not to mention his talent in poetry, this painting alone is enough to make Gao Qiu, who believes that he has developed in all aspects in all aspects. He was deeply ashamed of Gao Qiu, who was praised by Mr. Dongpo.

"Brother Wang, oh no...Mr. Wushan, do you still think this is not good enough?" At this moment, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a little respect in his tone of speech. He had long since thrown away the arrogant arrogance.

Wang Yang didn't expect that this little kid was not the kind of person who was so stubborn that he was so stubborn that he seemed very respectful at the moment.

Wang Yang's expression seemed very serious and authentic. "This is nature. For art, pursuit is forever. It is precisely because of this reason that people go further and further on the road of art..."

"The art we pursue cannot be just superficial, but also needs to pursue its connotation and thoughts. It not only needs to have the unity of image grasp and rational grasp, but also needs the unity of emotional experience and logical cognition..."
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