In just a few words, Mr. Feng got rid of the chaos. From this, I have to mention that this girl does have the mind of a politician and frightened the shopping mall heroine Miss Shangguan into a daze.
"What help do you want from me?" Shangguan Ruomeng asked.
Mr. Feng reached out and took Shangguan Ruomeng's little hand. His nerves were touched, and Shangguan Ruomeng's whole body suddenly became tense...
Subconsciously I wanted to break away, but I was a little reluctant to let go.
But in full view of the public, how can you be embarrassed?
This is the first time I hold a man’s hand. It’s very comfortable and embarrassing...
"Follow me!" Feng Jueyu said, facing the crowd: "Since Mr. Xi paints beauties, I will also show off my ugliness and paint a beauty. What do you think?"
At this question, the crowd immediately cheered...
Looking at Feng Jueyu's clear eyes, Shangguan Ruomeng suddenly realized: So that's it, it seems that he has thought too much, how come this enemy suddenly acted unexpectedly.
As Feng Jueyu came to the small pavilion, the space in the pavilion had been vacated. Feng Jueyu asked Shangguan Ruomeng to sit down, and then said: "You can just sit down, pose as you like, you will be fine soon..."
Shangguan Ruomeng nodded and sat upright, but he felt something was wrong. He squirmed and felt uncomfortable all over. Finally, he relaxed and simply put one hand on the stone table and the other hand on the stone table.
On his legs, he smiled at Feng Jueyu, affectionately...
"Okay, that's it, don't move..."
When Feng Jueyu saw this, he immediately shouted, "There is no other meaning, just because this action is very natural, very natural..."
Feng Jueyu took out a piece of paper, just one piece of paper, and walked away far away, came to the Babaoyun locust tree, spread the paper out, and asked someone to bring a thick and hard mat to spread it on.
Sitting directly on the ground...
Everyone was surprised, and Wang Chongde couldn't help but ask: "Master Feng, don't you use pen and ink?"
Feng Jueyu half leaned on the Eight Treasure Cloud Sophora japonica, and said with a slight smile: "Master Wang, if I don't know how to paint, just find a stick of charcoal. If you don't paint well, don't be offended."
Shangguan Lingyun was stunned when he saw it outside. He is so smart. He first said that he could not paint. No matter how ugly the painting was, no one else could say anything about it. Moreover, he used charcoal. Who can paint with charcoal?
?
When Wang Chongde heard this, he didn't feel that Feng Jueyu was pretentious. Instead, he felt a sense of approval because of his directness and candidness.
"Charcoal? Mr. Feng is really ingenious, so let me wait and see..."
Outside the crowd, Shangguan Lingyun poked Shangguan Ruofan with a finger as thick as an iron rod: "Have you ever seen him draw? Using charcoal."
"No." Shangguan Ruodan's eyes did not change.
"Fuck, what have you seen?"
"I've seen..." Shangguan Ruofan almost said "sword practice" casually. Halfway through the words, he felt that his grandfather's eyes were wrong. He turned around and saw that Shangguan Lingyun was staring at him. He quickly covered his mouth and thought for a while before saying.
: "I've seen him eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Shangguan Lingyun's nose was so angry that he cursed: "Damn, you little monkey cub."
Under the clouds of locust trees, light branches fluttered, and the atmosphere around the pavilion gradually became quiet. The faint fragrance of purple orchids filled the garden courtyard, and wisps of fragrance floated out. A few remaining petals fell from the branches in the wind...
There was no sound in the yard. Everyone could only hear the rustling of leaves. In addition, the rustling was also the sharp charcoal in Feng Jueyu's hand...
One stroke at a time, a youthful and beautiful appearance is outlined...
One by one, the outlines are beautiful and moving...
There was a rustle, and a clear, elegant, and pretty picture appeared on the rice paper. The strength under the pure appearance, the tenderness under the firmness of the beautiful eyes, all appeared flawlessly on the paper...
In less than a stick of incense, Shangguan Ruomeng's portrait was completed perfectly. There were no pavilions, no trees, no flowers, no wind, and no exaggerated scenery. Instead, Shangguan Ruomeng's beautiful and dignified appearance was revealed.
Completely highlighted.
The brushwork in the painting is surprisingly simple and lacks a lot of artistic conception compared to ink painting. However, because of this, the people in the painting appear more real and complete than those rendered with heavy brushwork, which is eye-catching.
Looking over, there is no doubt that it is Shangguan Ruomeng...
"It's done, it's done, it's really similar, it's really similar, the painting is great..."
A few old and poor people couldn't help but get behind Feng Jueyu. They heard that he had just boasted so loudly that they wanted to see if this kid had what it takes. However, when they looked over,
Several people were stunned as if they were petrified.
That brushwork cannot be considered brushwork at all, but it can outline Shangguan Ruomeng's every angle, every side, front, and even a few rough fillings and modifications below. It can actually outline the back of the person in the painting, forming a perfect
three-dimensional...
Absolutely amazing!
Hearing the almost god-like praise from the old and poor people, everyone couldn't help it and gathered around him. When Dingqing took a look, everyone present suddenly took a breath.
"It's so similar... This is too similar..."
"What a beautiful painting, what a beautiful person, lifelike, really lifelike..."
Wang Chongde excitedly snatched the painting over, read it over and over again, and kept saying: "Good, really good, very good, great, unbelievable. This painting was actually made from a stick of charcoal. It's absolutely incredible."
Absolutely..."
Xu Zixiong, Ma Yuanru, Shang Gongjin, Chen Hongjie, and even Xi Ruiyun came together. They didn't believe that Feng Jueyu's paintings could be so good. Even Mr. Wang, who has unparalleled painting skills, praised Xiu...
However, when they saw Shangguan Ruomeng vividly reproduced on the paper, they knew that Xi Ruiyun was defeated, completely defeated...
There is no turning around. This painting not only defeated Xi Ruiyun's painting, but even defeated the masterpieces of all the painters in the world...
No painting is as good as the one in Feng Jueyu's hands...
Shangguan Lingyun, Mu Hongtu, and Xu Liefeng squeezed over without getting too close. Just a glance from a distance made the three of them pale in shock.
"It's so similar... It's as if they were carved from the same mold..." The three of them looked at each other, rubbed their eyes and looked towards the small pavilion.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were not only on the paper, but also on Shangguan Ruomeng.
Shangguan Ruomeng didn't move. Even when she saw everyone surrounding her, she didn't dare to move. She just listened to the admiring voices around her and the eyes that were almost envious to the point of jealousy. Finally, she couldn't help but stand up.
…
Everyone wisely separated a lane and let Shangguan Ruomeng walk in. He approached Feng Jueyu, took the drawing paper from Wang Chongde's hand and looked at it carefully.
Seeing this, Shangguan Ruomeng thought he was dreaming, and covered his mouth in shock. Then he looked at Feng Jueyu in disbelief, and almost burst into tears in his eyes...
"this is me……"
"Yes, this is you, doesn't it look good?"
"nice……"
"As long as it looks good to you." As he said this, Feng Jueyu rubbed the black dust on his hands. It was really difficult to wipe it clean, so he simply cupped his fists and said, "Senior adults, please comment a few words."
"Do you still need a review?" Everyone couldn't help but think in unison.
Wang Chongde smiled hoarsely and said: "Master Feng, you have made such a painting, how do you want us to comment on it?" The implication is that this painting is the best choice, unique throughout the ages, and does not need comment at all.
Everyone laughed...
"That means it's okay?" Feng Jueyu teased, then patted his chest and said, "That's good, that's good, I'm afraid of being embarrassed."
"This...haha..."
Feeling Feng Jueyu's humor, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere gradually changed from nervousness to joy.
Wang Chongde: "In this case, the outcome has been decided..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jueyu interjected: "Master Wang, poetry, calligraphy and painting are just things for entertainment. There is no need to distinguish between victory and defeat. As long as it is pleasing to the eye, the purpose has been achieved, isn't it?"
"Oh? Uh, yes, yes, haha." Wang Chongde was stunned for a moment and then laughed. The more the elders looked at Feng Jueyu, the more they liked him. Then they looked at Xi Ruiyun next to him, who looked desperate and helpless. Alas, what a comparison between people.
Human beings are incomparable to dead people.
Wang Chongde said again: "Master Feng, I would like to ask you a question about the painting method of this painting..."
"Dad, are you talking about painting techniques?"
Everyone looked at him one after another...
Feng Jueyu said: "To say that it happened when I was young. At that time... I can't remember how old I was. Anyway, I was very young. I once met a woodcutter in the mountains of my hometown. He didn't have money to buy a pen, so he
I used charcoal to draw on the ground, and over time I mastered this unique art. When I was young, I saw it was fun, so I asked for advice, and the woodcutter taught me it. It is said that this drawing method is called sketching, and it is the best for drawing people.
…”
"Sketch?" Everyone wrote down the term.
In fact, Feng Dashao’s sketching is basically a bit more entry-level. When doing tasks in the past, he always liked to pretend to be a photography enthusiast or a painter to survey the terrain and observe the target, so as to choose the timing and method of taking action. Over time, he became proficient in it.
Well, after all, I just took a few more professional courses.
He didn't use it today to express himself. If it weren't for the purpose of venting his anger, he wouldn't be too lazy to draw.
As for the origin of the sketch, it was naturally made up by him, and there is no way to verify it. Believe it or not, that’s it, love it or not...
Wang Chongde looked shocked, then nodded and praised: "The world is so big that I can't understand it. I never thought that there are such talented people in the small mountains. Mr. Feng, if you don't know, can you give this painting to this old man?"
"Of course not..." Feng Jueyu refused casually.
Everyone was originally very happy to see Feng Jueyu's unique skills, but upon hearing this, their expressions changed slightly.
Wang Chongde is also a relatively high-ranking official and is quite famous in the literary world. If someone wants your paintings, they think highly of you. You don’t even have the slightest intention of politely refusing, so you just reject them so bluntly. Isn’t it too disrespectful?
Before anyone could ask why, Feng Jueyu immediately said: "Master Wang, this painting is naturally going to be given to Miss Shangguan. If you like it, how about I trace it for you another day."
"Uh, this..." When Wang Chongde heard this, he immediately fell to the ground in shame and said in shame: "Oh, I am too arrogant. Mr. Feng is right. This painting should be given to the person you love. This painting should be owned by Miss Shangguan..."
When Shangguan Ruomeng listened, he felt as sweet as if he had knocked over the bottle of honey. He held the painting in his arms, but he couldn't bear to let it go. When did this idiot learn to use this method to impress me? But this painting is really
looks good……
Outside the crowd, Mu Hongtu blinked his big eyes and asked Shangguan Lingyun: "Old Shangguan, have you set a wedding date for them?"
Shangguan Lingyun: "It's half a year until I turn 18, what should I do?"
Mu Hongtu: "Get ready quickly, the two little guys are anxious."
"Fuck, yes, yes, yes, why didn't I think of it, why not reschedule tomorrow..."
Mu Hongtu: "..."
While everyone was discussing the "sketch" animatedly, an old man's hearty laughter came from the inner hall: "So everyone is here."