"An Ningyue's sponsor is so awesome. She was so confused before, but she can still turn around. People who are fans of her have bad views!"
Yuefen immediately became angry and went up to report all these accounts.
"Do you really think that everyone is a fool? Returning the script? If I don't say anything else, I will give you the passage An Ning Yue explained in the museum and ask you to memorize it. You may not be able to speak it so fluently!"
"Heizi get out of here!"
"Reported, thank you!"
"I've been talking about other people's financial financiers all day long. I'm tired of hearing them all. I've been slandering them for so long. Who has seen what that financier looks like?"
Su Qingyan had just edited a comment and was about to send it out. However, she found that her account had been blocked. She was so angry that she smashed her phone on the ground.
Naturally, Ning Yue didn't know about the comments on the Internet. She had already picked up a pen and started drawing on the paper.
Some viewers were anxious and kept leaving messages on the public screen, "Brother, cameraman, you still want to get the bonus? Hurry up and take pictures. I want to see what the duck painted by An Ningyue looks like."
"The drawing paper is so big, and the area where her arms move is quite large. It doesn't look like she is drawing a duck!"
"Oh, I'm so anxious. Brother cameraman, why don't you take a picture for us to see!"
When Director Chen saw these audience comments, he immediately contacted Ning Yue's follow-up photographer: "Push the camera over, the audience wants to see An Ning Yue's paintings!"
Then the camera immediately zoomed in, and a bamboo forest was drawn in the lower left corner of the paper. Then various scenes appeared from Ning Yue's pen. The grass on the ground was shady, a peach tree was in full bloom, and the river beach was full of reeds.
Artemisia and asparagus also sprouted from the ground, the river surface was sparkling, and a few ducks were playing in the water...
She writes very quickly, and can completely depict a scene with just a few strokes, and it is very vivid, especially the ducks in the painting. One of them is staring at the river with burning eyes, and its wings are already slightly raised.
It feels like the next second, it will pull a fish out of the water.
Su Mo didn't dare to say anything for a long time, as Ning Yue's thoughts were disturbed by the situation. It wasn't until she finished describing all the scenery that she pointed to a large blank space on the painting and said, "This place is so empty.
Do you still want to write a poem on it?"
Ning Yue had already changed her brush, nodded when she heard the words, then picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and after contemplating for a moment, a line of words appeared on the paper.
Spring River Evening View
There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo,
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.
The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short,
It's the time when the puffer fish wants to come on.
After finishing the poem, she subconsciously took out her seal from the space. Suddenly she remembered that she was no longer an emperor, and the jade seal could no longer be used, so she simply wrote down the date and name with a pen, and then put it aside.
Pen.
Because she was setting up a stall outside the store, and there were several cameras following her, a lot of people surrounded her. Some people even held up their mobile phones to take pictures of her face, and some tourists even recognized her.
When she saw her putting down her pen, someone immediately shouted: "An Ningyue, I am your fan, can I take a photo with you?"
Ning Yue looked at the little girl who was shouting, and then smiled with a crooked eyebrow: "Of course!"
After that, she took the initiative to walk over, stood with the little girl, and took a group photo.
Some onlookers asked: "Is this painting for sale? How much does it cost?"
Ning Yue nodded and shook her head: "Sell, but, sell to someone who is destined."
The barrage started going crazy again: "What do you mean? Why did you sell it to a destined person? Who is that destined person? Is she too stimulated? Why did she become so nagging?"
"You guys know nothing! Did you see the words An Ning Yue wrote on that painting? It's in regular script, but it's much prettier than the regular script I usually see. It's obvious that he has written his own character. Just these words
It’s worth my money!”
"And that poem, "Duck Prophet with Warm Water in the Spring River". If you search online, can you find this poem?
I searched for a long time and couldn't find it. This is a scene-describing poem written by An Ning Yue on the spot. Just for this reason, this calligraphy and painting is worth six figures!"
Yes, there is no Su Shi in this world, so this poem does not exist!
"Oh my gosh, I just saw that this painting is good, but it's worth thirty or fifty yuan. It turns out there are so many Taoisms here."
"The idiot upstairs, if you want to buy her paintings for thirty or fifty, you are just dreaming! You may not be able to win even if you turn it over eighteen hundred times."
There was everything in the live broadcast room, and more and more people gathered around Ning Yue's table in the commercial street, "You said you sold it to someone who is destined, then who are you waiting for?"
Ning Yue pursed her lips and did not answer. Soon, several old men in a hurry came over from the east end of the street. They squeezed into the crowd and directly surrounded the table.
"It's regular script and it's finished. Is this really written by you?"
Ning Yue: Fortunately, it was captured by a camera, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to explain it clearly.
"yes."
"I bought this painting, how about one hundred thousand?"
Ning Yue: She is definitely a discerning person. Compared to painting, her calligraphy is indeed better. After all, in her last life, she used a brush to write and approve memorials almost every day, but she only did painting occasionally, so there will naturally be differences.
some distance.
On the barrage: "Oh! Someone really gave me 100,000 yuan. It's not like the paintings of calligraphers and painters can be sold for 100,000 yuan, right?"
"These old men can't be hired by someone. They are really willing to spend a lot of money."
The owner of the Four Treasures Shop also came over at this time, "Old Man Wen, are you bullying this little girl who is too young and ignorant?
This poem alone is worth 100,000, plus her calligraphy and this painting, I will take it directly!"
The old man Wen who was named suddenly said in a hurry: "Go away! I have taken a liking to this painting. Don't even think about taking it away. Two hundred thousand is only two hundred thousand. Girl, how do I transfer the money?"
Then, the two old men started to quarrel.
Several other old men also jumped out to join in the fun: "You want whatever you want. I also want it. I'll give you 210,000."
"I'll pay 220,000."
After a quarrel, the painting soon attracted 280,000 yuan. Well, it was really noisy!
Seeing that the others stopped fighting, Old Man Wen said proudly: "Girl, look, they don't fight anymore. This painting belongs to me. I'll transfer it to you directly."
Unexpectedly, Ning Yue shook her head again, "Old sir, we are recording a program now, and the program team has collected all the mobile phones. If you want to buy a painting, you can only give me cash."
Old Man Wen's hand holding the mobile phone paused, "...What kind of crappy program is this? Why do you charge a mobile phone just for recording a program?"
He had no choice but to ask someone to go to the bank to withdraw a bag of money and give it to Ning Yue. Ning Yue also handed the painting to Old Man Wen.
After the painting was sold, the people dispersed quickly. Ning Yue entered the store again. She directly took out a wad of money and handed it to the store owner, "Thanks to your help today, these will be treated as the ones I bought from you."