Chapter 667

Since he once let a group of little gangsters run around the square, Yu Jingzhe found that he liked this kind of bet more and more. Even if he let the other party lose his property, it was not as cool as his face. He beat his opponent in spirit. The level of cheerfulness / feeling could only be unspeakable.

"If you lose, you'll have a good run." Yan shaozhe smiles and adds.

"You want to compete?" Mr. Li, who just arrived at the scene, and some old people from the painting and calligraphy association are interested in it. They are devoted to painting and calligraphy all their lives. However, with the development of the times, more and more people do not like these things.

Today's calligraphy and painting exhibition is to vigorously explore talents with calligraphy and painting talents, with the purpose of injecting fresh blood into the calligraphy and Painting Association. As soon as he goes on stage, there will be such exciting things as calligraphy and painting competition. Why not.

"Yes Who loses, who runs... " Yan shaozhe said triumphantly.

"Fruit run?" Li was stunned, then he said with a smile: "OK, this is your young people's performance art. Although I am old, I still support art. Anyway, it's all art. Let's start now. It will last for half an hour. After finishing the painting, we will comment on the paintings of both of you and decide whether to win or lose. "

After more than ten minutes of preparation, the preparation was about to start. We made room on the scene, developed the ink and pigment, and prepared to start painting.

"Lao Li, why don't you make a question." An old man from the painting and calligraphy association suggested.

"Well, I'm not polite, so I'll make a question. You two, take the plum blossom as the topic and draw one for half an hour Mr. Li thought about it.

"Plum blossom, right? I won't let the teacher down." Yan shaozhe laughs. This is his best painting. It seems that his teacher is still partial to himself in private. So many flatteries are not in vain.

With his big hand stretched out, he took out a pen and started to draw the plum blossom in his mind.

Yan shaozhe uses light ink to circle the flowers. In his paintings, the flowers alternate with the branches, and then he deals with the heart of the flower, picks the whiskers, points the pistil head, points the pedicel, and then changes to a thicker pen and starts to dye.

It's very complicated to draw a plum blossom, whether it's a flower or a beard.

A little carelessness, more or less ink, will greatly discount the image of the painting, so although plum blossom is easy to draw, but it is difficult to paint well.

After drawing more than half of the painting, Yan shaozhe looks up at Yu Jingzhe, but sees that he is looking at the rice paper in front of him, frowning and thinking about something.

The boy didn't even think of how to write. It seems that this guy is really strong in theory and practical ability. Yan shaozhe sneered and continued to write.

"Yu Jingzhe, why don't you do it?" Liang xiaoyuchen is a little worried. The time is only ten minutes. If yu Jingzhe doesn't write any more, she will lose. She's not afraid that Yu Jingzhe will go to Guoben. She's afraid that Yu Jingzhe will lose herself. It's hateful for this son of a bitch to bet on herself!

"Why doesn't the boy write? Can't he draw?"

"I think eight or nine is close to ten. Hum, Yan Shao's painting skills have won the true biography of Lao Li. He can't match it."

"Ha ha, this boy is very handsome. Let's see if he has any material."

"I see Xuan. You see, the body of this product is a little thin. It must be full of ribs."

Yu Jingzhe almost vomited blood when he was absorbed in the idea. He really wanted to take out the man who said that he was a spareribs, and then beat him up. Then he took off his clothes and let him see his strong muscles. NIMA, you can't look down on people too much.

However, after looking at the time, it's almost time to install / force enough.

Yu Jingzhe took a deep breath and said to Yan shaozhe, who was writing hard: "I'll let you finish it in 15 minutes before you finish."

Yan shaozhe, who is painting a flower core, almost spat out his blood. The goods are too good to hold. What's the difference between his move and the three moves he asked you to do in the martial arts contest? It's all bullshit.

When Yu Jingzhe started to move, he couldn't stop. His right hand didn't stop. He only used one color from beginning to end.

Sure enough, he really finished the painting ahead of Yan shaozhe.

Yan shaozhe gritted his teeth and began to write quickly. In the end, he did not forget to mark the painting with his own seal.

His seal is carved in Imperial Green, which is extremely powerful. It is estimated that this seal alone will not get less than 10 million. Yu Jingzhe has to sigh that rich people really can play.

"Teacher, let's see if my painting has made any progress." Yan shaozhe was very polite in front of Mr. Li, which was quite different from what he had just seen.

Holding his plum blossom in both hands, he respectfully stepped forward and spread it in front of Mr. Li.

"Well, come and have a look at my apprentice's paintings." Old Li said with a smile.

"This painting is good. It's thin and hard. It reflects the unyielding character of the painting. It's good. It's good." An old man from the painting and Calligraphy Association nodded his head in his presbyopic glasses."It's really good. It's elegant." Another person does not fall behind of praise way.

"Ha ha, there's progress. Your painting belongs to Han Mei. It's quite like" Ling Han driving alone ". It is full of artistic charm and creates a long and elegant artistic conception. Especially these flowers are vivid, good, good... "

Mr. Li also picked up the painting and nodded. He was full of praise for his apprentice.

He has always been strict with his apprentice. Today, for the first time, he boasted that his painting is really good.

Yan shaozhe is even more proud of himself. His performance this time is excellent, which can be said to be extraordinary. He gives full play to this picture of Han Mei. He doesn't believe that Yu Jingzhe can draw better than himself.

The painting is very fast, but does he really think he is painting immortal reincarnation? What can he draw so fast? It's not faster than anyone.

Thinking of this, Yan shaozhe couldn't help but feel proud. He turned around and glanced at Yu Jingzhe and said, "Yu Jingzhe, let's have a look at your paintings. Ha ha, but I don't think you can draw any good paintings. Don't let some teachers see them, so as not to pollute their eyes."

"What's more, several teachers have always been more venomous. Don't insult yourself. I'm afraid your little heart can't bear it." Yan shaozhe sneered.

"That's not right. Now that you've drawn it, you might as well have a look first." The teacher with presbyopic glasses came forward, picked up Yu Jingzhe's painting and looked at it carefully.