Chapter 195 Wonderful brushwork reappears, and the second famous painting is born!
"master……"
The maid wanted to say that pens, ink, paper and inkstones were ready, but Zheng Qingfang glared at her, so scared that she quickly shut up and her breathing slowed down.
Zheng Qingfang felt itchy and unbearable, but he did not dare to rush Sun Mo, so he could only wait patiently.
Sun Mo stood in front of the writing desk, took a wolf hair, hung the pen and picked up the ink, and began to draw on the rice paper.
Brewing emotions? Composing pictures in your mind? None of them exist.
At this time, Sun Mo wanted to paint Lu Zhiruo accurately and clearly, so that when people see it, it will have a profound impact and they will never be forgotten.
"My papaya girl, please don't let anything happen to you!"
Sun Mo was so anxious that he started writing much faster.
Bit by bit, touch by touch, with Sun Mo's smart brushstrokes, a picture of a girl's spring rain gradually appeared on the paper.
In early spring, apricot blossoms are blooming.
A girl was wearing a light spring shirt, holding a big banana leaf on her head with both hands, and squatting by the stream outside the town, watching the ants move when they were wet by the light rain!
Gua!
A frog jumped up and onto the banana leaf. The papaya girl looked up with her beautiful big eyes and reached out to catch it.
As he wrote and sketched, Sun Mo became more and more worried. Why should Lu Zhiruo be so simple and kind-hearted that she should suffer such hardship?
What dissatisfaction and hatred are coming towards me?
Papaya Girl is cute and cute, like a piece of blank paper. She knows nothing about the evil in this world. What if this time, she...
Sun Mo didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Because of his guilt and worry about Lu Zhiruo, Sun Mo wanted to draw her clearly and clearly, so after immersing himself in it, his mood was aroused.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the study room, spiritual energy surged, gathered over it, and stained the tip of the pen.
As Sun Mo painted, smeared on the rice paper, she was dyed with brilliant colors.
The green bananas, the crystal rain, and the dark ants are all lifelike, and the wet soil seems to exude an earthy smell that can be smelled even through the scroll.
"This is……"
The maid's eyes suddenly widened, and she subconsciously wanted to scream.
Snapped!
The butler had quick eyesight and covered the maid's mouth. If she shouted out and disturbed Sun Mo's painting and the birth of a famous painting, even if she was beaten to death by the master, she would not be able to apologize.
The maid had obviously thought of this problem. She was so frightened that she felt so weak that she had no strength left and had to lean on the butler.
Although I have never seen it, the coloring of the scroll is magical and magnificent. This... this should be the legendary "wonderful brushstrokes produce flowers" realm.
Once it appears in this artistic conception, it means that a famous painting is about to be born. If I had disturbed Sun Mo just now, causing the painting to fail...
The maid didn't dare to think about it anymore. With the master's character of painting as much as life, she was afraid that even if she wanted a happy death, she wouldn't get it.
Fortunately, the housekeeper covered his mouth.
A feeling of surviving a disaster grew in the maid's chest, because after the sudden tension, she suddenly felt relieved. This kind of ups and downs made her incontinent, and there was a heat between her legs.
"Um?"
The housekeeper frowned and felt a sense of wetness, but he didn't think about the reason, because Sun Mo's painting of a girl's spring rain was really great.
That girl's cute, cute, and innocent aura comes to my face, but are her breasts too big?
If I remember correctly, that girl is only thirteen years old, right?
Wait, the last time I saw that girl, she seemed really big, like two big papayas.
pretty!
pretty!
pretty!
Zheng Qingfang didn't dare to speak for fear of disturbing Sun Mo, but his heart couldn't help but roar. Another wonderful painting? Another famous painting?
I, Zheng Qingfang, actually saw the birth of two famous paintings within three months. God has been so kind to me!
No, you should thank Sun Mo!
Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo, his eyes full of admiration. Being able to get to know him was the greatest joy in the past few years since he became an official.
Immediately, Zheng Qingfang set his sights on this famous painting again. He subconsciously reached out and wanted to touch it, but he quickly stopped.
There is no way, this girl is too innocent, any touch is a kind of blasphemy to her, she is an elf of nature, without a trace of worldly fireworks.
Ding!
Favorability from Zheng Qingfang is 100, friendly (440/1000).
The maid peed on her skirt and was extremely embarrassed. She was afraid of being discovered. She was thinking of finding an excuse to slip away and change into a skirt, but when her eyes fell on the rice paper, she couldn't look away.
This girl is really smart and delicate, making people fall in love at first sight and want to know more about her.
Why is this girl carrying a banana leaf instead of a paper umbrella? Why is she running outside the town in the spring rain?
Are you waiting for someone to return? Then who are you waiting for?
In an instant, the maid had many things on her mind.
This is a famous painting, which shows the blank artistic conception of traditional Chinese painting to the extreme. Although it is just a simple painting, it actually contains a story!
Ding!
Favorability from the maid: 100, friendly (100/1000).
In the study room, because the spiritual energy was so strong, spots of light flickered, like fireflies, floating around, and some landed on the rice paper, making the coloring more gorgeous and more vivid.
A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo put away his pen, looked down, and was immediately dissatisfied.
What the hell am I drawing? Isn’t it to draw a portrait for someone to use? Why should I draw a banana leaf?
There’s also a word ‘gua’. Could it be that you want to fuck the papaya girl?
With a look of disgust on his face, Sun Mo stretched out his hand to grab the rice paper and draw a new one.
"what are you doing?"
As if he saw his beloved granddaughter about to be raped by bad guys, Zheng Qingfang roared, rushed over and grabbed Sun Mo's wrist.
"This painting is not good!"
Sun Mo frowned.
"Not good at painting?"
The housekeeper was confused and instinctively looked at the rice paper.
The ability to create flowers with wonderful strokes is a state that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a wonderful sight.
Famous paintings that create the realm of wonderful brushstrokes are not only lifelike because of the adhesion of spiritual energy, but also because of the adhesion of spiritual energy, they are no longer black and white ink and paper color, but become colorful, as if reality is imprinted on rice paper.
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When the viewer looks at the painting, his or her mind will be swayed and intoxicated by it, creating an extremely joyful mood, and he or she can even stop involuntarily, unaware of the smell of meat.
This is a famous painting, not the glamorous bitch that is hyped up on the market. It can be sold for at least a million taels, and it is destined to be passed down and become a contemporary treasure that will be admired by future generations.
But what did Sun Mo say? The painting is not good? Are you planning to humiliate those painters who can't even paint a famous painting?
If this is not good enough, the housekeeper can't find anything better.
Ding!
Favorability from the butler: 100, friendliness (220/1000).
"It's a little bit not very good. Your character paintings are excellent, but the scenery is a bit worse."
Zheng Qingfang felt a little regretful.
Is it not bad?
What Sun Mo learned from the system was the master-level branch of traditional Chinese painting, figure painting. He didn't know how to paint landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects at all, but with his wonderful brushstrokes, he had reached an ordinary level, at least not embarrassing.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo smiled bitterly, "I'm here to ask you to do something. What do you mean when you talk to me about painting?"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Zheng Qingfang looked apologetic, looked at the figure painting, gritted his teeth, and did not bother to frame it, and handed it to the housekeeper: "Go, find some of my old friends, and ask them to use all their energy to find this girl within one day."
, I, Zheng Qing, will definitely thank you very much afterwards."
"As you command, Master!"
The housekeeper solemnly took the "Girl's Spring Rain" with both hands and left immediately.
"Hey, be sure to protect it and don't deface it."
Zheng Qingfang still couldn't hold it back and reminded him. Then he laughed at himself and took the famous painting to find someone, "Sun Mo, you are so extravagant and terrible!"
If those old guys knew about it, they would definitely accuse me of wasting everything.
However, human life is at stake, so you have to give up even if you don’t want to. What’s more, the famous painter is around you. If you want a famous painting, why not just let him paint it?
Zheng Qingfang could only comfort himself in this way, but his heart really hurt.
"Thank you very much, Uncle Zheng."
Sun Mo was really grateful. When Zheng Qingfang used such connections, all he paid was human kindness. No amount of money would be enough.
"When you say this, you are out of touch. I treat you as a close friend."
Zheng Qingfang sounded unhappy.
Hearing this, the maid couldn't help taking a breath and looked at Sun Mo with shock. Who is this young man? How could he be so valued and loved by the master?
You know, even if the master's favorite nephew came to ask for an official position, he didn't care, but now for this young man, he started begging for help without saying a word.
Those old friends of the master are big shots who can make Jinling tremble with just a stamp of their feet.
"Besides, if I do you a favor, you can get a famous painting in the end. No matter how you look at it, it's a profit!"
Zheng Qingfang cheated on himself and tried to relieve Sun Mo's anxiety, but it was no use.
"Then I'll thank you, Uncle Zheng. I'm going back to school now to see if Zhiruo is back?"
Sun Mo said goodbye.
"Be careful on the road!"
Zheng Qingfang wanted to send Sun Mo to the gate. This almost frightened the maid to death. She knelt on the ground directly. Do you know that you are a patient?
Of course, Sun Mo would not let Zheng Qingfang see him off and ran away all the way.
Zheng Qingfang was sitting in the study, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Sun Mo had used, with an envious look on his face. Is this the so-called genius?
He loves calligraphy and painting. He has achieved some success in calligraphy, but he is not good at painting. After all, this kind of thing requires talent.
Zheng Qingfang could tell that Sun Mo didn't take painting seriously at all, and as expected, this should be his second time painting "Three Tibet Journey to the West" since he last painted it at Yuelaixuan Bookstore. Unexpectedly,
But another famous painting was born.
"What a pity!"
Zheng Qingfang lamented that Sun Mo was determined to be a famous teacher, so he would not work as hard as a painter, so the world was destined to lose a painting saint.
Pity!
What a pity!
Sun Mo returned to school as quickly as possible and ran to the girls' dormitory. Li Ziqi was worried that something had happened to Sun Mo, and knew that Sun Mo would definitely come to see if Lu Zhiruo was there, so she waited for him here.
"Not back yet?"
Although he had already guessed this result, when he heard it with his own ears, Sun Mo still felt dizzy and black-eyed. It was really the worst-case scenario!
"No, we have to find a way quickly. I am the senior sister and I want to protect the junior sister."