"Hello, everyone, everyone said that I am too bored sitting at home today. Today I am going to go to Quehu to take a rest. If there is a good scenery, I will draw it."
The live broadcast room opened, and a few fans who had followed his live broadcast room early received a pop-up message from the platform, and then a white dragon horse and a five-flowered horse entered the live broadcast room.
For a normal person, a two-kilometer journey is nothing at all, and they just walk over it.
But for Fang Xiaoyue, who had just recovered, this was quite difficult.
By the time he arrived at Quehu after boasting to his fans all the way, he was already breathing heavily.
The Que Lake covers a total area of more than 50 square kilometers. It has beautiful lake scenery and pleasant mountain scenery. The surrounding hills are covered with dense woods. Big fish jump out of the lake from time to time, and groups of egrets settle in the reeds.
A light mist surrounds the lakeside, and the scenery is quite attractive.
Many old men and women living in the suburbs come here to practice Tai Chi, Tai Chi sword and so on in the early morning.
Fang Xiaoyue found a relatively dry place by the lake and set up her drawing board and mobile phone.
"Boys, today I'm going to use freehand techniques to draw a scene of Que Lake. When the broadcast ends, I'll give it to the boss with the most rewards."
After Fang Xiaoyue shouted a few words, she began to mix paint, looked around at the lakes and mountains, and put pen to paper.
Not to mention, after a few days of live broadcast, he actually cultivated a few fans with some appreciation in the live broadcast room.
Of course, it is not ruled out that these fans feel that watching live broadcasts of drawing is more classy and advanced than watching dancing, singing and other activities.
But such fans are always in the minority.
Fang Xiaoyue drew for a while, then glanced at the live broadcast room on her mobile phone, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. There were still too few people in the live broadcast room. She had been busy for more than half an hour, and there were only more than thirty people online.
It almost makes people have the urge to lie down like a Buddhist.
Otherwise, why don't you change the number of live broadcasts? Play some straw knitting or something?
When he was thinking about this problem, several old men who had just finished exercising and strolled by the lake strolled over.
Seeing a young man painting here, one of them, an old man wearing a vest and shorts with a bald head, laughed: "Old Mo, isn't that young man in front of you a student of your Academy of Fine Arts?"
"Not necessarily. After all, everyone is living a rich life now, and there are many people who teach themselves how to draw."
Before the rosy-faced old man wearing a red vest could reply, another old man wearing yellow slippers and a slicked back started laughing.
"Anyway, let's go over and take a look."
That old Mo didn't argue. Although their Academy of Fine Arts was not far from Que Lake, the young people painting by the lake were not necessarily from the Academy of Fine Arts.
A few old men swayed and moved their bodies while strolling past.
Fang Xiaoyue withdrew her mind at this time and was focusing on painting. She did not notice a few old men coming behind her.
These old men stood behind the drawing board, and were naturally seen by visitors and fans in the live broadcast room. Of course, they didn't pay much attention to them. After all, these old men were not girls with long legs and fair skin.
If it's a girl with long legs and fair skin, I guess these water friends have already started howling like wolves.
However, these old men stood there and started to comment.
"Yeah? This young man is good at painting. He has some skills." This is the bald old man. He is grabbing his forehead with his hands at this time, but he looks a little wretched.
"Haha, Zhang Xuedong, Zhang Xuedong, you don't know how to draw at all. This little brother is not only good at drawing, I think he is almost at the same level as Lao Mo."
The old man in the red vest said something disdainful to the bald old man, and then looked at Old Mo.
That old Mo was not arrogant. He looked at it for a while and couldn't help but sighed: "Young people are awesome! This little brother's attainments in freehand brushwork have already surpassed mine."
When Old Mo said this, the other old men were suddenly shocked. The expressions on their faces were somewhat unbelievable. But then I thought about it. With Old Mo's identity, he didn't know this guy, and it was impossible to lower his status.
To praise such a young man.
Thinking about it this way, this young man's attainments in Chinese painting are quite impressive.
Don't underestimate these old men just because they are wearing big vests and slippers.
The old man named Zhang is a famous writer in S City. His books "Wild Boar Gate", "The Broken Swing on the Roof" and "Horror City" are extremely popular in China. The year before last, he also won the Red Sweet Potato Literary Award for "The Broken Swing on the Roof".
He became a top writer in the country.
The old man in the red vest is called Zhang Niewei. He is a well-known calligrapher in S City. He is good at cursive script and Wei stele. In recent years, there has been an endless stream of people coming to ask for calligraphy.
As for Lao Mo, he is the vice president of the S City Academy of Fine Arts, the top art academy in the country. He was originally a well-known painter in the country and has been immersed in Chinese painting for more than 30 years. Therefore, after his words came out, other old men were so surprised.
As for the remaining two old men, they are not ordinary people. One is the owner of a well-known art supplies company, and the other is a well-known antique appraiser.
After this incident, these old men became quite interested in Fang Xiaoyue, so they were not in a hurry to go back for breakfast.
It happened that a middle-aged woman pushing steamed buns and rice porridge came hawking along the lakeside, and a few old men immediately stepped forward to buy steamed buns and soy milk for a makeshift meal.
Fang Xiaoyue heard the voice coming from behind and glanced at the barrage on her phone, only to realize that several old men had been watching behind her for a long time.
Of course, what those water friends said: These old men are plotting against you, etc., he just took it as a joke.
However, when he heard the cry of selling steamed buns and rice porridge, he still turned around and took a look.
No way, even though we have already had breakfast, for humans, food is always the most eye-catching thing.
I don't know if she had breakfast too early or for some other reason, but when Fang Xiaoyue saw the steaming steamed buns and porridge, she couldn't help but twitch her Adam's apple.
This scene was actually seen by Lao Mo, which gave him the opportunity to come over and chat.
"Come on, you're welcome. The old man can't eat much, please help me."
Old man Mo grabbed a bun and handed over the remaining buns and soy milk.
As a young man, Fang Xiaoyue was really hungry at this time, so she subconsciously took the steamed buns and soy milk.
I grabbed the big bun and took a big bite. It turned out to be filled with crab roe!
It's delicious. I didn't expect that the buns were really well made.
Fang Xiaoyue measured herself. After her cooking skills dropped to level 0, she really couldn't make such delicious buns.