"Master..."
The maid wanted to say that pen, ink, paper and inkstones were ready, but Zheng Qingfang glared at her, scaring her so much that she shut up and her breathing slowed down.
Zheng Qingfang felt itchy, but he didn't 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? Compose a picture in your mind? None of them exist.
At this time, Sun Mo wanted to paint Lu Zhiruo accurately and clearly, so that people could see it at a glance, and it would have a profound impact and be unforgettable.
"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 bloom.
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 innocent and kind-hearted that she should suffer such hardship
What dissatisfaction and hatred are coming towards me!
The papaya girl is as cute as a piece of blank paper, and has no idea about the evil in this world. 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, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, and his mood was aroused.
boom! boom! boom!
In the study room, spiritual energy surged, gathered over, 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 eyes and hands 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 was weak and had no strength 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 brushwork" state.
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 butler covered his mouth.
A feeling of the aftermath of 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 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 is cute, cute, and innocent, but her breasts are 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 he couldn't help but roar in his heart, and there was another brilliant stroke? It's actually 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 with admiration in his eyes. Being able to get to know him was the greatest joy in the past few years since he became an official.
Immediately, Zheng Qingfang focused on this famous painting again, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but 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 +100, friendly (440/1000).
The maid peed on her skirt. She 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 holding a banana leaf instead of a paper umbrella? Why did she run out of town in the spring rain
Are you waiting for someone to return? So who is waiting
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, friendliness (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 meant to be a portrait for someone to use? Why should I draw a banana leaf
There's also a 'gua', could it be that you want to paint an erotic scene for 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 a bad guy, 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. .
When the viewer looks at the painting, his or her mind will be swayed and intoxicated by it, resulting in an extremely joyful emotion, 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 to be admired by future generations.
But what did Sun Mo say? Not good at painting? Are you planning to humiliate those painters who can't even paint a famous painting
If this is not good, the housekeeper cannot 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 little 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 he had reached an ordinary level with his skillful brushwork, which was at least not embarrassing.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo smiled bitterly, "I'm here to ask you to do something. What do you mean by talking about painting with me?"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Zheng Qingfang looked apologetically and looked at the figure painting. He gritted his teeth and ignored the framing. He handed it to the housekeeper: "Go, find 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 found out, they would definitely scold me for wasting everything.
But human life is at stake, so you have to give it up even if you don’t want to. What’s more, the famous painter is around you. If you want a famous painting, why don’t you 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. For Zheng Qingfang to use such connections, all he paid were favors. No amount of money would be enough.
"When you say this, you are out of touch. I treat you as my best 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 the master value and love you so much
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 useless.
"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 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 have to protect the junior sister."
Li Ziqi racked his brains to think.