When Yao Yao looked at this scene, the smile on his face grew stronger. Fortunately, he was looking for Yan Feng, otherwise he would have lost face this time. Yao Jianguo's grasp of Yao Yao's psychology was correct, but Yao Jianguo underestimated it.
Yan Feng, Yan Feng was not as uneducated as he imagined.
On the contrary, at least in terms of painting skills, Yan Feng's level is already top-notch in the world. Yao Yao proposed painting skills as the first item, and she was very confident in her heart. She was also prepared to talk about several items in a virtual and factual manner, unlike
As the old man thought, he chose projects that Xie Feng was not good at, and Yan Feng himself actually had no ability.
After a while, several middle-aged women brought up paper, ink, pens and inkstones and placed them outside the pavilion. Then Yao Jianguo said: "You can use this bamboo as the theme for painting."
After hearing Yao Jianguo's words, Yan Feng and Xie Feng both walked towards the drawing board. However, Xie Feng did not rush to draw, but looked up at the bamboo forest, as if he wanted to remember the whole picture in his mind, while Yan Feng was just the opposite.
, he didn’t even look at the bamboo forest, he lowered his head and started painting.
When Yao Jianguo saw this scene, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. His guess was indeed correct. This boy really didn't have any talent. You know, to draw something, you must at least observe and understand it carefully.
Then he started to take action, just like Xie Feng.
Even if you can't be confident, you should at least observe for a while. Yan Feng paints as soon as he picks up the brush. He doesn't look like a professional painter at all. Whether he even knows how to use a brush is another matter!
Yao Kun, Li Huaru and others all had smiles on their faces. They both knew Yan Feng's abilities clearly. Yan Feng seemed to have very good eyesight and a photographic memory. It was like when Yan Feng was painting a picture for their family, Yan Feng had a headache.
None of them have been lifted, but the paintings show the expressions of each of them.
It can be seen from this that Yan Feng's painting skills are so superb. He does not need to look up at the bamboo. Perhaps when he came in, he already had a good idea after looking at it once, so he could just paint directly.
In fact, Yan Feng's memory is not that incredible, but he has telepathy. At this moment, Yan Feng is observing the bamboos in all directions, while his eyes are fixed on the drawing board.
The reason why he stares at the drawing board is not because his telepathy cannot sense the drawing board, but because when he draws it, others will see it with their eyes, and they do not have telepathy, so he needs to consider the painting he drew.
What does it look like when others see it with the naked eye? That’s why I always keep my eyes on the drawing board.
With the help of telekinesis, Yan Feng started writing very fast, like a violent storm. Five minutes later, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. Yan Feng also straightened up. At this time, Xie Feng squatted down and was ready to start painting. However,
Yan Feng said, "I'm done."
After Yan Feng finished speaking, one of Yao Jianguo's servants carried Yan Feng's painting under the pavilion. Yao Jianguo's eyes were also focused on the painting Yan Feng had done, and then a trace of dismay flashed in Yao Jianguo's eyes.
With a look of belief, he looked at Yan Feng's painting and then at the bamboo forest outside, and then Yao Jianguo praised: "Awesome!"
Yan Feng's painting looked out from the perspective of the pavilion, looking at the beautiful scenery of the entire bamboo forest. Yao Jianguo looked at Yan Feng's painting, and when he looked at the bamboo forest outside, he was surprised to find that Yan Feng's painting was similar to his own.
The bamboo forest I saw was exactly the same.
Yan Feng's paintings seem to lock the outside scenery onto a small piece of drawing paper, and the bamboos in the paintings also give people a sense of vitality and beauty, as if they break out of the painting.
Then Yao Jianguo said to Xie Feng: "Xie Feng, there is no need to draw anymore. I thought this was Yaoyao's little trick, but I didn't expect that little friend Yan Feng's level was so high." Although Yao Jianguo doesn't like painting very much, he
I also know a little bit about it.
Yan Feng's level has definitely reached the master level, and Yao Jianguo's name for Yan Feng has also undergone some changes.
Of course, in his heart, he still preferred Xie Feng, so he asked Xie Feng to stop painting. After all, it was better not to paint. After comparing the paintings, the gap was really huge.
After hearing this, Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards the pavilion. When passing by, Xie Feng took a look at Yan Feng's painting, and immediately he was stunned there.
After a while, Xie Feng finally said: "Brother Yan is so talented, Xie admires him."
After hearing this, Yan Feng smiled and said, "Thank you very much. It's just a small trick."
Xie Feng listened, nodded, and sat back in his seat.
And Yao Yao said: "How is it? My boyfriend is still great, right? Do you want me to talk about a few more projects?"
Yao Jianguo listened and said: "This is not possible. Xie Feng is the guest I invited today, and Yan Feng is your boyfriend. Since we are competing, how about we compete on a project each?
"
After Yao Jianguo talked about it, a smile appeared on his face. Now, he still seems to want to bring Xie Feng and Yao Yao together, but the idea is not very strong anymore. Yan Feng's painting skills alone are enough to match them.
Going to Yaoyao.
And now the reason why he wants to compare the two young people is because of the old naughty mentality in his heart. He wants to see which of the two young people is more powerful, who has better vision between himself and his granddaughter, and what will happen after his retirement?
Life is indeed a bit boring. It will be interesting for two young talents to compete.
Perhaps this will be something he will remember for a long time, and since there is a competition, fairness is naturally a prerequisite.
When Yao Yao heard Yao Jianguo's words, she curled her lips and said, "You have the final say on your territory."
Yao Jianguo listened, smiled, and then said: "In that case, let's compare the second project to poetry."
After hearing Yao Jianguo's words, Yan Feng frowned slightly, and Xie Feng did the same when he saw their expressions.
Yao Jianguo asked: "What's wrong?"
After hearing this, Xie Feng said: "Writing poetry requires inspiration. There are too few people who can complete a poem in seven steps. I'm afraid we won't be able to tell the winner for a while. How about writing lyrics instead?"
After hearing this, Yao Jianguo also patted his head, and then said: "Okay, let's write lyrics instead. Since they are all young people, they should know about the funeral of the moon, which is very popular recently, right? You can use the song of burial of the moon.
Let’s write lyrics for a song.”
Xie Feng listened and began to ponder. The song "Burial of the Moon" is very popular. Both the lyrics and the music are classics among classics. It is very difficult to write lyrics for this song because there is already a classic song.
There, when he was composing lyrics, he would inevitably get closer to the original lyrics.
If you get too close, it's plagiarism, but if you deliberately stay away from it, the lyrics you write may become even more awkward.
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