Green fiddled with the pen and ink, Gong Ruoxue thought for a while, then smiled slightly, and the title was "The green bamboo has half a seed, and the new shoots are just out of the wall". The font is dignified and beautiful, round and moist, with a rhythmic rhythm.
Chu Mu also started writing, and the title was "Unreignless without bamboo". The brushstrokes are sharp, the ink color is solemn, bold and unruly, and the mind is ups and downs
Rongyin's eyes only stayed on Gong Ruoxue's words, and praised: "This game must be the winner of Sister Gong again, so the font is so beautiful."
Gong Ruoxue just smiled slightly. When she saw the words written by Xia Chumu, she couldn't help but be shocked. The words were written not worse than hers. They were vigorous and generous. Those who didn't know about them thought they were written by a man.
"Miss Xia is better" Gong Ruoxue said with a smile.
Rongyin looked at the words written by Chu Mu, her face changed and said, "Who said it? Third brother, come and evaluate it."
"The two of them are both bamboo. Ruoxue's font is fresh and beautiful, Chu Mu's vigorous and elegant, each has its own advantages, and it is difficult to distinguish them." Luo Qing said, not expecting that Chu Mu's even words could be written so majestic
"Okay, even if you have a draw, let's compare the next time, a stick of incense." Rong Yin said angrily, but he had to admit that Xia Chumu's handwriting was well written.
Chu Mu sat bored and sometimes drank tea, sometimes thinking about it, leisurely and contented. She really didn't know where to start painting, and it wasn't right to draw, nor was it not to draw.
Half of the incense stick has passed, Chu Mu has not started writing, but just watching Gong Ruoxue painting, is she going to plagiarize again? Obviously it won't work
"Chu Mu, half of the incense stick has passed," Luo Qing reminded. He was looking forward to Chu Mu's paintings, no matter how she painted them.
Chu Mu turned his head, looked at Luo Qing for a while, smiled strangely, and said, "Oh, I understand."
Luo Qing was uncomfortable when Chu Mu looked at him. Chu Mu had never looked at him seriously, but why did he feel that Chu Mu's smile smelled a bit evil?
The last bit of ashes fell from the incense burner, Rongyin said: "Time is up"
Gong Ruoxue painted lotus flowers, and the delicate lotus flowers are vividly displayed on the paper, fresh and refined, natural, and are a rare and good painting.
"Sister Gong, you painted so well," Rongyin said in surprise. She is worthy of being a talented woman. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up. After sighing, she said, "Miss Xia, where is your painting?"
People here always lay paper flat on the table, but Chu Mu's paintings are erected with a drawing board, slightly tilted, and then painted. After painting, they are rolled up and not seen by everyone, so that they will leave suspense.