He still doesn't believe it. With Mr. Li's skill in teaching him calligraphy and painting by himself, he can't beat Lin Yu?
"Then what if you lose?" Lin Yu asked back.
"Haha, will I lose?" Yan Zhe pointed to his nose and said, "Open your eyes and see, do I really look like a loser?"
"That's not necessarily true. People with mental illness say they are normal people. Have you ever seen any of them live normally?" Lin Yu smiled.
Yan Zhe felt that there was something wrong with these words. When he thought about it carefully, didn't this bastard compare himself to a mental patient? He couldn't help but said angrily: "I lost... I will give you one million..."
"No, no, no, I don't want money. That would be like gambling. I am a good legal citizen and I don't play this game." Lin Yu said, "I prefer letting people run around naked. You are going to lose.
How about just running around naked? It doesn't matter, you are studying painting, and everyone will think it is performance art at most."
Ever since he let those gangsters run around the playground naked once at school, Lin Yu found that he liked this kind of bet more and more. Even if the other party went bankrupt, it would not be as satisfying as having him lose face and be mentally depressed.
Opponent, that level of pleasure can only be understood.
"Running naked, okay, even if you lose, you have to run around naked." Yan Zhe smiled.
"Do you want to compete?" Mr. Li and some elderly people from the calligraphy and painting association who had just arrived were all interested. They have been obsessed with the art of calligraphy and painting all their lives, but with the development of the times, more and more people don't like these things.
Today's calligraphy and painting exhibition is to vigorously discover talents with calligraphy and painting talents and inject fresh blood into the calligraphy and painting association. As soon as the show takes place, exciting things like calligraphy and painting competitions happen, which makes them happy.
"Yes...whoever loses will run away naked..." Yan Zhe said proudly.
"Streaking?" Mr. Li was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said: "Okay, this is the performance art of you young people. Although I am old, I still support art. It is all art anyway, okay, the few of us
The old guy is here to testify, you can start now, it will last half an hour, and after finishing the painting we will comment on both of your paintings."
After more than ten minutes of preparation, the on-site dough making began. The place was cleared, the ink and paint were grinded, and then preparations were made to start painting.
"Old Li, why don't you come up with a question." An old man from the calligraphy and painting association suggested.
"Okay, then I will give you a question. The two of you will each draw a picture with the theme of plum blossoms. It will take half an hour." Mr. Li thought for a while and said.
"Plum blossoms, right? You will definitely not disappoint the teacher." Yan Zhe smiled. This is his best painting. It seems that his teacher is still partial to him in private. So many flatteries are really not in vain. His big hands
He stretched out his hand and took out a pen, and with his right hand moving like flowing water, he began to draw the plum blossom in his mind.
Yan Zhe painted the branches with light ink and circled the flowers. The flowers and branches in his painting were repeatedly highlighted, and then he processed the center of the flower, picked out the whiskers, dotted the stamens, and dotted the pedicles. Then he changed to a thicker pen and painted with
Center ink.
In fact, plum blossoms require the most attention to one's painting skills, because whether it is painting the whiskers or dotting the pedicle, it is very complicated. If you are not careful, adding more or less ink will greatly reduce the image of the painting, so although plum blossoms
It is easy to draw, but it is a bit difficult to draw well.
When he was halfway through the painting, Yan Zhe looked up at Lin Yu, only to see him frowning at the rice paper in front of him, as if he was thinking hard about something.
This kid hadn't thought of how to draw yet. It seemed that this guy was really only good at theory and his practical ability was average. Yan Zhe sneered and continued to draw.
"Lin Yu, why don't you take action?" Liang Yuchen became a little anxious. There were only ten minutes left. If Lin Yu didn't start writing, she would lose. She was not afraid that Lin Yu would go streaking, but she was afraid that Lin Yu would
He lost. This bastard actually used himself as a bet. It's so hateful.
"Why doesn't this kid start to draw? Does he not know how to draw?"
"I can't see Li Shi. Huh, Mr. Yan's painting skills are truly inherited from Mr. Li. He will definitely not be able to match them."
"Haha, this guy is quite handsome. Let's see if his figure is impressive."
"Look at Xuan, you see, this guy's body is a bit thin. He must be full of ribs."
Lin Yu, who was concentrating on the idea, almost vomited blood. He really wanted to pull out the man who said he had a choppy body, skewer him, beat him up, and then take off his clothes to show the other person his strong muscles.
Damn, you can’t look down on people too much.
But looking at the time, it was almost time. Enough of the pretense. Lin Yu took a deep breath and said: "I will give you fifteen minutes, and then I will finish it before you finish the painting."
Yan Zhe, who was drawing flower cores, almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Damn this guy is so showy. What's the difference between his actions and saying he'll give you three moves during a martial arts competition?
Once Lin Yu started moving, he couldn't stop. He moved his right hand continuously, using only one color from beginning to end. Sure enough, he finished the painting ahead of Yan Zhe.
Yan Zhe gritted his teeth, quickly started writing, and then inscribed the painting and printed his seal.
His seal was made of imperial green carving, and it was very high-end to hang on his body. This seal alone would probably cost no less than ten million. Lin Yu had to sigh that rich people really know how to play.
"Teacher, let's see if my painting has improved." Yan Zhe looked polite and polite in front of Li, which was completely different from the previous image.
He held the plum blossoms he drew in his hands, walked forward respectfully, and spread them in front of Mr. Li.
"Okay, you guys, come and look at my apprentice's paintings together." Mr. Li said with a smile.
"This painting is not bad. It is famous for its thinness and hardness. The brushwork is vigorous and thick, which reflects the unyielding character. It is not bad, not bad." An old man from the calligraphy and painting association put on his reading glasses and said.
"The branches are as strong as iron, and the flowers and branches are luxuriant. It's really good, and it only shows the word elegance," another person praised.
"Haha, there is progress. This painting of yours belongs to Han Mei, and it has quite a bit of Ling Han's heroic posture of bullying the frost and proud of the snow. It is green and vigorous, the brushwork is elegant and delicate, and it has great artistic charm. The artistic conception created is far-reaching and elegant.
.Especially the flowers, they are wonderful and full of charm, not bad, not bad..."
Mr. Li also picked up the painting and nodded repeatedly. He was full of praise for his apprentice. He had strict requirements for his apprentices. Today, he praised it for the first time, which means that his painting is indeed good.
Yan Zhe was even more proud. He had performed extremely well this time and brought out the painting of Han Mei to the fullest. He did not believe that Lin Yu could paint it better than him.