Hearing this, everyone was stunned! Then there was a burst of laughter.
"Who the hell is this guy? He's pretending to be a clown, and he's got it all by himself. It's really funny!"
"Are you mistaken? This is art! This is painting! Isn't this a three-year-old kid playing around and blindfolded?"
"Is this person sick?"
"Oh! Tang Wanyuan, what a pity."
All the students immediately whispered to each other and started talking about it.
Xia Xiaohe was completely speechless. Her teeth were itching with hatred! It was really impossible to hold up the wall with mud!
Tang Wanyan didn't know what to say, so she could only glare at Ye Chen fiercely, wishing she could kill this wimp on the spot with her eyes, so as not to be embarrassed here!
Ye Chen did not look at the reactions of the students at all, but looked at Xu Facai again and asked: "Is it okay?"
"This... is not within the rules... you... do whatever you want!" Xu Facai suddenly felt weak in his heart, and his words became hesitant!
"Come here!" Ye Chen shouted suddenly, startling everyone in the private room!
Neuropathy!
All the students cursed secretly in their hearts.
The door was pushed open and a service lady walked in: "What are your orders?"
"Bring me a hand towel!" Ye Chen said loudly.
"Okay! Please wait a moment!" The service lady turned and left.
After a while, a pure white wool hand towel arrived.
Ye Chen took the handkerchief and without saying a word, put it over his eyes and tied it. Then he sat there motionless, like a sculpture!
Xu Facai asked weakly: "Are you ready?"
"Ready!" Ye Chen replied briefly.
Xu Facai looked at Sun Qingming again.
Sun Qingming took out his mobile phone, looked at it, and then announced loudly:
"start!"
Xu Facai didn't look at Ye Chen anymore, but started painting step by step.
He looked at Tang Wanyan for a while, and looked at the canvas for a while, switching various paints in an orderly manner, sometimes rinsing the brush in clear water, sometimes mixing several types of paints together, stirring them evenly, and carefully and meticulously applying each paint.
Pen.
But Ye Chen was still like a statue, motionless!
Tang Wanyan was so anxious that she wished she could step forward and give Ye Chen a few slaps in the face, so that he would disappear from her sight, so that he would not be here, pretending to be a ghost, and embarrassing himself!
After about twenty minutes, Ye Chen finally moved...
He accurately used his memory and perception, quickly picked up the brush, moved back and forth between the paint and the canvas, painting little by little, with different weights and relaxations! All the students were stunned and dumbfounded!
Every rise and fall of the brush, every combination of paint, seems not to be on the scene, but in his mind, with ease.
Unlike Xu Facai, Ye Chen never used water to clean the paint on his brush!
Ye Chen's skillful movements surprised everyone sitting there!
However, no one looked down upon Ye Chen anymore! And no one thought that Ye Chen was just showing off!
They have been deeply attracted and impressed by every rise and fall of Ye Chen's brush and every combination of paint.
Suddenly, Ye Chen's speed gradually increased! The strokes came back and forth, the strokes were light and heavy, making circles and dots, hooks and curves, some light picking, some heavy smearing, sometimes squeezing up, sometimes ironing down, or two strokes divided left and right.
, or ten strokes to refresh one’s mind!
I saw that the paintbrush in Ye Chen's hand was like a magic brush. It was windy when it came and rained when it left. It walked like clouds and stopped without making any sound. Up and down, left and right, front and back, inside and outside, turning
Fly like a dream!
Suddenly, the pen in Ye Chen's hand made a snap sound and was broken into two pieces due to excessive force.
Ye Chen suddenly shouted: "Bring me a pen!"
At first, Xu Facai could concentrate on his paintings. But there was a weirdo sitting next to him, so while he was painting, he always used the corner of his eyes to peek at Ye Chen's every move unconsciously!
Gradually, Ye Chen's actions have deeply attracted his attention. The elusive and flying brush made Xu Facai envious. He actually thought that this was a duel between himself and Ye Chen.
Forgot about it!
Therefore, when Ye Chen's brush broke into two pieces and he shouted for the brush in a hurry, Xu Facai handed the brush in his hand to Ye Chen without any reservation.
There was silence in the box!
With his precise sense, Ye Chen took the brush, rinsed it in clear water, and then applied a heavy stroke to the red color of the paint.
Ye Chen's hands were trembling, as if the brush in his hand weighed a thousand pounds!
The brush full of red paint slowly moved to the canvas, and carefully applied on the canvas, gently...slowly and laboriously...one stroke...two strokes...ten strokes...twenty strokes...
No one can remember how many times Ye Chen wiped it on the canvas!
I can only silently feel the weight of the brush in Ye Chen's hand!
Just like that, Ye Chen mechanically wiped on the canvas, until at a certain moment, his movements suddenly stopped!
Ye Chen ossified into a sculpture again!
In the box, except for breathing and heartbeat, no sound could be heard!
After about a quarter of an hour, Ye Chen came out of his creative state, put down the brush in his hand, untied the handkerchief covering his eyes, and carefully opened his eyes!
He looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction!
Suddenly, a storm of applause came from behind Ye Chen!
Ye Chen was shocked! He quickly turned around and saw that all the people were standing behind him at some point, intoxicated with his creation.
Tang Wanyan was already so moved that she cried silently!
This requires so much deep sincerity! Even if you blindfold yourself, you can still vividly depict your voice, appearance, smile, shyness and charm in his mind. This affection has moved Tang Wanyuan to the point of being completely moved!
How much she longed at this moment to throw herself into his generous and warm arms, hide herself in it, and cry bitterly!
However, she could only stand opposite Ye Chen, silently feeling Ye Chen's love for her that could not be expressed in words!
Ye Chen looked at Tang Wanyan with pear blossoms and rain, and gently took the portrait he had painted from the canvas, walked to Tang Wanyan, and said softly: "Wanyan, this is the portrait I painted for you.
Hope you like it!"
Tang Wanyan took the portrait with excited hands and choked with sobs and said, "I like it! Thank you!"
Applause! Sounds again! Endless!
Xia Xiaohe was already astonished! How many shocking secrets does this man hide?
But she still hated Ye Chen so much that her teeth itched with hatred.
Her hatred at this time has changed from the original mud that could not support the wall, to hating Ye Chen for being mentally retarded and having low emotional intelligence.
If Ye Chen came over at this moment and took Tang Wanyan into his arms, would Tang Wanyan still be able to capture her?
Do you still have to wait for Tang Wanyuan to take the initiative to throw herself into her arms for this kind of thing?
He would stand there stupidly and giggle! What a shameless loser!
Xia Xiaohe gritted her teeth and wanted to step forward and give Ye Chen a slap in the face!
At this time, squad leader Sun Qingming suddenly said: "Hug one!"
So, all the old classmates joined together and shouted loudly along with the monitor:
"A hug!"
"A hug!"
"A hug!"
Whether it is a girl or a boy, at this moment, from the bottom of my heart, I wish Tang Wanyan happiness! Happy!
Ye Chen still smiled and wiped the tears on Tang Wanyan's face with a towel, and then gently held Tang Wanyan in his arms!
"Wow!" Tang Wanyan could no longer control her emotions, and her whole body suddenly became limp and boneless, nestled in Ye Chen's arms, and burst into tears!
For three years, the grievances and humiliations concentrated in my heart were finally vented with tears!
He has used facts time and time again to prove to himself and the world:
He is not a wimp!
He is not a wimp!
Xu Facai was completely dumbfounded. He never thought in his wildest dreams that this loser could be so low-key and have such profound attainments in painting, yet he could hide it to such an extent.
The pride I had in the past has been trampled down by Ye Chen!
He silently put away his painting tools and bowed deeply to Ye Chen: "Master Ye, I lost! I apologize to you for my words and deeds just now! I'm sorry!"
After saying that, Xu Facai picked up his painting tools and left without saying a word.
After the party, on the way home, Tang Wanyan looked at Ye Chen and asked with curiosity and admiration: "How can you be so powerful?"
Ye Chen smiled flatly. In fact, this was just one of the basic techniques for training his memory and perception when he was learning martial arts from his master, Patriarch Xianwu!
"Because there is love in my heart!" Ye Chen replied easily.
After hearing this, Tang Wanyan froze in her seat as if she was electrocuted!