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In the house, most of the people's eyes gathered.
Even Ye Family Second Grandpa, who closed his eyes and looked at Ye Hao, looked at the pen in Ye Hao's hand.
"I feel his movements are very skillful."
"Maybe he can really paint."
Others whispered.
Hu Lijing said unwillingly: "He...he must be pretending. What's wrong with painting? Anyone can paint! But what's the use if the painting is not good!"
"Enough. Don't be embarrassed here."
A deep voice came from Hu Lijing's ear.
Hu Lijing turned her head, and I don't know when, the old man actually stood behind her.
"Grandpa..." Hu Lijing whispered
Old man Hu glared at her; "Don't talk while others are painting!"
Hu Lijing dropped her head and stepped aside.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
Unwilling, angry, jealous.
Various emotions condensed in her heart.
"Little Liu. Do you see how this kid's painting skills are." The old man still couldn't restrain his inner curiosity, and pulled the Mr. Liu on the side, whispering.
Mr. Liu watched Ye Hao's movements, and watched the dragon and snake dipped in ink on the scroll.
He shook his head: "I'm doing appraisal. I mainly appraise the historical value of an item. Although I have a little research on calligraphy and painting, I still don't like it."
Ten minutes have passed.
"It's strange. This kid seems to have never stopped since he started writing. Doesn't he need to think?" a guest muttered in confusion.
A person who knows a little about calligraphy and painting said: "When he draws like this, it is easy to draw to the middle, and the whole composition collapses. This is a fatal mistake for novice painters, and I am too impatient."
"Isn't there a direct drawing like him?" someone asked.
The man hesitated for a moment: "Yes. But those are all great painters handed down to the world, just like our contemporary master of ink painting, Master Qi Shanhe. He once painted in an hour without stopping. A painting!"
"An hour? I'll go, this will make us wait an hour." An impatient person frowned.
"It shouldn't take an hour. He is not a master after all. He will soon collapse and it will be over. I think it will take another ten minutes at most." The man said confidently.
A moment, ten minutes passed.
The pen in Ye Hao's hand has not stopped.
A rough outline appeared on the rice paper, like a landscape painting, with lakes, wooden bridges, yards, and people.
Ten minutes passed.
A waiter from the back kitchen leaned over the lake and said, "Master, the back kitchen's dishes are ready. Look?"
Hu Sihai glanced at his father, those eyes were already gleaming, he knew his father, which meant that he had been immersed in it.
At this time, what he hates most is that others disturb him.
Husihai said softly: "Arrange for someone to arrange the banquet first, pay attention to the sound of footsteps."
"Yes."
The guest who said that Ye Hao did not paint like this for ten minutes before was already wiping his sweat awkwardly, looking at the chuckles of others.
He whispered awkwardly; "No, this young man shouldn't have such good painting skills at a young age."
At this moment, the brush in Ye Hao's hand finally stopped.
"Look at it. I knew he was not good enough." The man exclaimed excitedly, as if he had guessed the prize.
The tall people next to him looked at him with idiot eyes: "Are you stupid, everyone has finished painting?"
Painting... finished?
The man was stunned and stood on tiptoe to look, but he could only see the figure of the young man, not the picture scroll on the table.
When he was in a hurry, he simply picked up a stool next to him and stepped on his feet. Only then did he see the picture clearly.
When he saw the picture on the scroll, the expression on his face was stiff. "Okay, okay, okay." Mr. Liu blushed, looked at the painting, and clapped his hands: "I didn't expect that sir, you can still paint like this. The lake painting is so lifelike, the ripples and the fish are even more vivid. It's meticulous. And the house, the old way, it gives people a different feeling.
But for some reason, I feel that this painting looks familiar. "
With that, Mr. Liu rubbed his chin, thinking there.
"Isn't this lake the West Lake? Isn't this ancient house the Lake Mansion! Look at the paintings in this slap-sized courtyard, as if someone was praying for birthdays!" A sharp-eyed man pointed to the scroll in surprise. Shouted the house.
This said, everyone around them exclaimed.
The inside of the house was really like their scene at this time, an old man with a smile was sitting on a chair, and everyone below bowed their hands to birthday.
"Wonderful, wonderful. Although I don't know much about painting techniques, my husband is really good at this." Mr. Liu clasped his fists and looked at Ye Hao with admiration.
Other people looked at Ye Hao's face with admiration.
I finished a painting in just half an hour. This painting is the scene of the old man in West Lake and Fuhu praying for his birthday. This is really wonderful.
"Excessive reputation." Ye Hao smiled modestly. In fact, he was just standing in front of the white paper, just thinking about what to paint. After thinking about what to paint, he had already drawn a drawing in his mind.
This may be what it means to be confident.
When he was painting just now, he had a feeling of heat in his right hand, and that feeling suddenly improved his painting level.
For example, relying on his painting skills, the completion rate of paintings can reach 100%.
And just now, he just showed 150% of his strength!
All this is willing to go with his right hand.
But now is not the time to discuss his right hand, he shakes off the thoughts in his head.
Turned his head and looked at the lake Regent and David.
"I don't know if this painting is enough to compensate for your painting."
David's face was blue, as if he had taken rat poison.
As for the Lake Regent, if his eyes could kill, Ye Hao would be killed on the spot.
"Okay. This painting is not bad. I accepted it, the old man. This is my birthday banquet for my old man. If you sell me a favor, this matter will disappear." The old man Hu spoke, and the others did not dare to say anything. .
The old man Hu walked to Ye Hao and looked at the painting carefully, his eyes filled with love, but he frowned.
"Why do I feel like I am missing something? You can draw another flower and bird tree in this corner." The old man pointed to the lower right corner and looked at Ye Hao puzzled.
Ye Hao smiled and picked up the brush again.
"This painting is my apologize, but Xiaosheng, I haven't given you a gift to the old birthday star today. So my gift is just a word, and I hope the old lady Hu will not dislike it."
inscription!
Several people who knew how to paint were all taken aback.
You must know that the inscription on a painting is more than just a simple brush calligraphy. It requires a high level of knowledge.
Because of the painting, your words need to be matched with the painting. If the painting represents the meaning of silence, but your words are like a tiger descending from the mountain, it will give people a sense of contradiction.
"Okay. Everyone knows that Laohu likes calligraphy, I can't understand painting, but I have practiced calligraphy for ten years." The old man Hu looked at Ye Hao with a smile. Ye Hao smiled without speaking, and the pen in his hand began to move.
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In the house, most of the people's eyes gathered.
Even Ye Family Second Grandpa, who closed his eyes and looked at Ye Hao, looked at the pen in Ye Hao's hand.
"I feel his movements are very skillful."
"Maybe he can really paint."
Others whispered.
Hu Lijing said unwillingly: "He...he must be pretending. What's wrong with painting? Anyone can paint! But what's the use if the painting is not good!"
"Enough. Don't be embarrassed here."
A deep voice came from Hu Lijing's ear.
Hu Lijing turned her head, and I don't know when, the old man actually stood behind her.
"Grandpa..." Hu Lijing whispered
Old man Hu glared at her; "Don't talk while others are painting!"
Hu Lijing dropped her head and stepped aside.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
Unwilling, angry, jealous.
Various emotions condensed in her heart.
"Little Liu. Do you see how this kid's painting skills are." The old man still couldn't restrain his inner curiosity, and pulled the Mr. Liu on the side, whispering.
Mr. Liu watched Ye Hao's movements, and watched the dragon and snake dipped in ink on the scroll.
He shook his head: "I'm doing appraisal. I mainly appraise the historical value of an item. Although I have a little research on calligraphy and painting, I still don't like it."
Ten minutes have passed.
"It's strange. This kid seems to have never stopped since he started writing. Doesn't he need to think?" a guest muttered in confusion.
A person who knows a little about calligraphy and painting said: "When he draws like this, it is easy to draw to the middle, and the whole composition collapses. This is a fatal mistake for novice painters, and I am too impatient."
"Isn't there a direct drawing like him?" someone asked.
The man hesitated for a moment: "Yes. But those are all great painters handed down to the world, just like our contemporary master of ink painting, Master Qi Shanhe. He once painted in an hour without stopping. A painting!"
"An hour? I'll go, this will make us wait an hour." An impatient person frowned.
"It shouldn't take an hour. He is not a master after all. He will soon collapse and it will be over. I think it will take another ten minutes at most." The man said confidently.
A moment, ten minutes passed.
The pen in Ye Hao's hand has not stopped.
A rough outline appeared on the rice paper, like a landscape painting, with lakes, wooden bridges, yards, and people.
Ten minutes passed.
A waiter from the back kitchen leaned over the lake and said, "Master, the back kitchen's dishes are ready. Look?"
Hu Sihai glanced at his father, those eyes were already gleaming, he knew his father, which meant that he had been immersed in it.
At this time, what he hates most is that others disturb him.
Husihai said softly: "Arrange for someone to arrange the banquet first, pay attention to the sound of footsteps."
"Yes."
The guest who said that Ye Hao did not paint like this for ten minutes before was already wiping his sweat awkwardly, looking at the chuckles of others.
He whispered awkwardly; "No, this young man shouldn't have such good painting skills at a young age."
At this moment, the brush in Ye Hao's hand finally stopped.
"Look at it. I knew he was not good enough." The man exclaimed excitedly, as if he had guessed the prize.
The tall people next to him looked at him with idiot eyes: "Are you stupid, everyone has finished painting?"
Painting... finished?
The man was stunned and stood on tiptoe to look, but he could only see the figure of the young man, not the picture scroll on the table.
When he was in a hurry, he simply picked up a stool next to him and stepped on his feet. Only then did he see the picture clearly.
When he saw the picture on the scroll, the expression on his face was stiff. "Okay, okay, okay." Mr. Liu blushed, looked at the painting, and clapped his hands: "I didn't expect that sir, you can still paint like this. The lake painting is so lifelike, the ripples and the fish are even more vivid. It's meticulous. And the house, the old way, it gives people a different feeling.
But for some reason, I feel that this painting looks familiar. "
With that, Mr. Liu rubbed his chin, thinking there.
"Isn't this lake the West Lake? Isn't this ancient house the Lake Mansion! Look at the paintings in this slap-sized courtyard, as if someone was praying for birthdays!" A sharp-eyed man pointed to the scroll in surprise. Shouted the house.
This said, everyone around them exclaimed.
The inside of the house was really like their scene at this time, an old man with a smile was sitting on a chair, and everyone below bowed their hands to birthday.
"Wonderful, wonderful. Although I don't know much about painting techniques, my husband is really good at this." Mr. Liu clasped his fists and looked at Ye Hao with admiration.
Other people looked at Ye Hao's face with admiration.
I finished a painting in just half an hour. This painting is the scene of the old man in West Lake and Fuhu praying for his birthday. This is really wonderful.
"Excessive reputation." Ye Hao smiled modestly. In fact, he was just standing in front of the white paper, just thinking about what to paint. After thinking about what to paint, he had already drawn a drawing in his mind.
This may be what it means to be confident.
When he was painting just now, he had a feeling of heat in his right hand, and that feeling suddenly improved his painting level.
For example, relying on his painting skills, the completion rate of paintings can reach 100%.
And just now, he just showed 150% of his strength!
All this is willing to go with his right hand.
But now is not the time to discuss his right hand, he shakes off the thoughts in his head.
Turned his head and looked at the lake Regent and David.
"I don't know if this painting is enough to compensate for your painting."
David's face was blue, as if he had taken rat poison.
As for the Lake Regent, if his eyes could kill, Ye Hao would be killed on the spot.
"Okay. This painting is not bad. I accepted it, the old man. This is my birthday banquet for my old man. If you sell me a favor, this matter will disappear." The old man Hu spoke, and the others did not dare to say anything. .
The old man Hu walked to Ye Hao and looked at the painting carefully, his eyes filled with love, but he frowned.
"Why do I feel like I am missing something? You can draw another flower and bird tree in this corner." The old man pointed to the lower right corner and looked at Ye Hao puzzled.
Ye Hao smiled and picked up the brush again.
"This painting is my apologize, but Xiaosheng, I haven't given you a gift to the old birthday star today. So my gift is just a word, and I hope the old lady Hu will not dislike it."
inscription!
Several people who knew how to paint were all taken aback.
You must know that the inscription on a painting is more than just a simple brush calligraphy. It requires a high level of knowledge.
Because of the painting, your words need to be matched with the painting. If the painting represents the meaning of silence, but your words are like a tiger descending from the mountain, it will give people a sense of contradiction.
"Okay. Everyone knows that Laohu likes calligraphy, I can't understand painting, but I have practiced calligraphy for ten years." The old man Hu looked at Ye Hao with a smile. Ye Hao smiled without speaking, and the pen in his hand began to move.
In the house, most of the people's eyes gathered.Even Ye Family Second Grandpa, who closed his eyes and looked at Ye Hao, looked at the pen in Ye Hao's hand."I feel his movements are very skillful.""Maybe he can really paint."Others whispered.Hu Lijing said unwillingly: "He...he must be pretending. What's wrong with painting? Anyone can paint! But what's the use if the painting is not good!""Enough. Don't be embarrassed here."A deep voice came from Hu Lijing's ear.Hu Lijing turned her head, and I don't know when, the old man actually stood behind her."Grandpa..." Hu Lijing whisperedOld man Hu glared at her; "Don't talk while others are painting!"Hu Lijing dropped her head and stepped aside.She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.Unwilling, angry, jealous.Various emotions condensed in her heart."Little Liu. Do you see how this kid's painting skills are." The old man still couldn't restrain his inner curiosity, and pulled the Mr. Liu on the side, whispering.Mr. Liu watched Ye Hao's movements, and watched the dragon and snake dipped in ink on the scroll.He shook his head: "I'm doing appraisal. I mainly appraise the historical value of an item. Although I have a little research on calligraphy and painting, I still don't like it."Ten minutes have passed."It's strange. This kid seems to have never stopped since he started writing. Doesn't he need to think?" a guest muttered in confusion.A person who knows a little about calligraphy and painting said: "When he draws like this, it is easy to draw to the middle, and the whole composition collapses. This is a fatal mistake for novice painters, and I am too impatient.""Isn't there a direct drawing like him?" someone asked.The man hesitated for a moment: "Yes. But those are all great painters handed down to the world, just like our contemporary master of ink painting, Master Qi Shanhe. He once painted in an hour without stopping. A painting!""An hour? I'll go, this will make us wait an hour." An impatient person frowned."It shouldn't take an hour. He is not a master after all. He will soon collapse and it will be over. I think it will take another ten minutes at most." The man said confidently.A moment, ten minutes passed.The pen in Ye Hao's hand has not stopped.A rough outline appeared on the rice paper, like a landscape painting, with lakes, wooden bridges, yards, and people.Ten minutes passed.A waiter from the back kitchen leaned over the lake and said, "Master, the back kitchen's dishes are ready. Look?"Hu Sihai glanced at his father, those eyes were already gleaming, he knew his father, which meant that he had been immersed in it.At this time, what he hates most is that others disturb him.Husihai said softly: "Arrange for someone to arrange the banquet first, pay attention to the sound of footsteps.""Yes."The guest who said that Ye Hao did not paint like this for ten minutes before was already wiping his sweat awkwardly, looking at the chuckles of others.He whispered awkwardly; "No, this young man shouldn't have such good painting skills at a young age."At this moment, the brush in Ye Hao's hand finally stopped."Look at it. I knew he was not good enough." The man exclaimed excitedly, as if he had guessed the prize.The tall people next to him looked at him with idiot eyes: "Are you stupid, everyone has finished painting?"Painting... finished?The man was stunned and stood on tiptoe to look, but he could only see the figure of the young man, not the picture scroll on the table.When he was in a hurry, he simply picked up a stool next to him and stepped on his feet. Only then did he see the picture clearly.When he saw the picture on the scroll, the expression on his face was stiff. "Okay, okay, okay." Mr. Liu blushed, looked at the painting, and clapped his hands: "I didn't expect that sir, you can still paint like this. The lake painting is so lifelike, the ripples and the fish are even more vivid. It's meticulous. And the house, the old way, it gives people a different feeling.But for some reason, I feel that this painting looks familiar. "With that, Mr. Liu rubbed his chin, thinking there."Isn't this lake the West Lake? Isn't this ancient house the Lake Mansion! Look at the paintings in this slap-sized courtyard, as if someone was praying for birthdays!" A sharp-eyed man pointed to the scroll in surprise. Shouted the house.This said, everyone around them exclaimed.The inside of the house was really like their scene at this time, an old man with a smile was sitting on a chair, and everyone below bowed their hands to birthday."Wonderful, wonderful. Although I don't know much about painting techniques, my husband is really good at this." Mr. Liu clasped his fists and looked at Ye Hao with admiration.Other people looked at Ye Hao's face with admiration.I finished a painting in just half an hour. This painting is the scene of the old man in West Lake and Fuhu praying for his birthday. This is really wonderful."Excessive reputation." Ye Hao smiled modestly. In fact, he was just standing in front of the white paper, just thinking about what to paint. After thinking about what to paint, he had already drawn a drawing in his mind.This may be what it means to be confident.When he was painting just now, he had a feeling of heat in his right hand, and that feeling suddenly improved his painting level.For example, relying on his painting skills, the completion rate of paintings can reach 100%.And just now, he just showed 150% of his strength!All this is willing to go with his right hand.But now is not the time to discuss his right hand, he shakes off the thoughts in his head.Turned his head and looked at the lake Regent and David."I don't know if this painting is enough to compensate for your painting."David's face was blue, as if he had taken rat poison.As for the Lake Regent, if his eyes could kill, Ye Hao would be killed on the spot."Okay. This painting is not bad. I accepted it, the old man. This is my birthday banquet for my old man. If you sell me a favor, this matter will disappear." The old man Hu spoke, and the others did not dare to say anything. .The old man Hu walked to Ye Hao and looked at the painting carefully, his eyes filled with love, but he frowned."Why do I feel like I am missing something? You can draw another flower and bird tree in this corner." The old man pointed to the lower right corner and looked at Ye Hao puzzled.Ye Hao smiled and picked up the brush again."This painting is my apologize, but Xiaosheng, I haven't given you a gift to the old birthday star today. So my gift is just a word, and I hope the old lady Hu will not dislike it."inscription!Several people who knew how to paint were all taken aback.You must know that the inscription on a painting is more than just a simple brush calligraphy. It requires a high level of knowledge.Because of the painting, your words need to be matched with the painting. If the painting represents the meaning of silence, but your words are like a tiger descending from the mountain, it will give people a sense of contradiction."Okay. Everyone knows that Laohu likes calligraphy, I can't understand painting, but I have practiced calligraphy for ten years." The old man Hu looked at Ye Hao with a smile. Ye Hao smiled without speaking, and the pen in his hand began to move.
