"I can tell." Yan Chu replied slowly.
Gongsun Yi sneered: "Boy, don't pretend to understand. If you don't see the reason and say you do, it's an insult to gentlemen. Don't blame the old man, I'll kick you out!"
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing. There is no need for the younger generation to pretend to understand."
Yan Chu pointed at the painting and said: "The old man's painting is more realistic. It depicts green mountains, green waters and fertile fields. It should be a very life-like painting, but because one thing is missing, the painting is gone. angry."
After Qianji Yuge heard this, he quickly re-examined Gongsun Yi's painting, but he didn't expect that it was exactly what Yan Chu said.
Gongsun Yi paints life, but it has too much fairy spirit. It doesn't have a trace of vulgarity, but it feels a bit awkward.
Gongsun Yi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly and said, "You are quite lucky, you were right."
It's not that easy to convince this proud old man.
"Master Yan, tell me, what should be added to this painting?" Qianji Yuge asked.
Yan Chu pointed to the house in the painting and said with a smile: "It's very simple - smoke."
"Smoke?"
Qianji Yuge was still in a daze, but Gongsun Yi's eyes lit up.
He quickly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and then added a few strokes to the painting.
I saw curls of smoke rising above the house in the painting. Although the surrounding mountains and green waters were as beautiful as a fairyland, these few wisps of smoke made the entire painting harmonious. What Gongsun Yi painted was not A fairyland, but a paradise with a pyrotechnic atmosphere.
"It's really... much more harmonious!" Qianji Yuge said in surprise.
She couldn't help but look at Yan Chu more, but she didn't expect that the unreliable leader who was teasing him actually knew how to paint.
Gongsun Yi also looked up to Yan Chu a little more.
But he still didn't look good on Yan Chu: "Do you really know how to paint?"
"A little bit." Yan Chu showed humility.
"To know how to paint, you must first know how to evaluate paintings," Gongsun Yi said. "Come and evaluate me. How do you like my paintings?"
Qianji Yuge's expression softened a lot. Gongsun Yi allowed Yan Chu to comment on the paintings, which meant that the old man had at least half agreed with Yan Chu.
Otherwise, if a random person dared to comment on Gongsun Yi's paintings, it would be strange if Gongsun Yi didn't kill him.
As long as Yan Chu can praise Gongsun Yi, things will be easier to handle.
However, Yan Chu said decisively: "Trash."
"What did you say!?"
Gongsun Yi's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, and the beard on his chin stood up. He wanted to roll up his sleeves and have a fight with Yan Chu.
Qianji Yuge was also very anxious and quickly winked at Yan Chu.
Only Li Fugui behind Yan Chu looked very calm.
According to his understanding of Head Yan, what Yan Chu meant by "knowing a little bit" meant "I'm super fucking awesome".
Therefore, Li Fugui was completely at ease with Yan Chu and was not worried at all that Yan Chu would overturn.
"You brat, can you say that again?" Gongsun Yi said angrily.
Yan Chu cleared his throat and said seriously: "Garbage is... ugly, ugly, greedy, makes me want to vomit after looking at it, and wants to step on it..."
Gongsun Yi stepped back and couldn't help but cover his heart, his face turned green with anger.
"Yan Chu, shut up!"
Qianji Yuge's expression changed, and she quickly stepped forward to help Gongsun Yi.
Gongsun Yi covered his heart and pointed at Yan Chu with a trembling hand: "You brat, old man, I have lived for thousands of years and I have never been humiliated like this. Are you sincerely seeking death?!"
Yan Chu spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "You asked me to review paintings, old man. Do you have to say good things when reviewing paintings? If all the old man hears are good words, how can I make progress?"
"I want you to comment on the painting, not to humiliate me!"
"But what you always draw is garbage."
"...it makes me angry!!!"
Gongsun Yi was usually in good health, but at this time he almost had a heart attack due to Yan Chu's anger.
If he hadn't been unwilling to leave like this, he might have just kicked off his legs and headed west.
"Grandpa Gongsun, don't be angry!" Qianji Yuge said to Yan Chu while lifting Gongsun Yi to breathe, "Yan Chu, can't you speak properly?"
Qianji Yuge was so anxious that he didn't even call Yan Chu the head of Yan, but directly called him by his real name.
Yan Chu sighed and said helplessly:
"But in my eyes, the old man's paintings just don't work."
"You can do it!" Gongsun Yi said angrily, "If you can draw better than me, old man, I will call you grandpa!"
Qianji Yuge quickly stopped him and said, "Grandpa Gongsun, this is absolutely impossible!"
"Do you think I will lose?" Gongsun Yi became even more angry, "If I lose to this kid, what will happen if I call him grandpa?!"
Qianji Yuge felt helpless for a while.
She knew that Yan Chu was not an idle person and could not provoke Gongsun Yi for no reason.
Maybe Yan Chu is really a master of painting
What about Gongsun Yi
If you still call someone grandpa when you are old, won't you lose all your dignity
"Yuge, stop talking!"
Gongsun Yi directly put the pen in Yan Chu's hand: "I give you the pen, you come and draw!"
Yan Chu took the pen and tried to draw.
He had never learned calligraphy with a calligraphy brush in his previous life, so he couldn't use this kind of pen at all.
Gongsun Yi saw Yan Chu's unfamiliar look and couldn't help but mocked: "Ignorant boy, I'm afraid he has never even held a pen, and he doesn't know a few big characters!"
"Don't worry, old man."
Yan Chu smiled slightly and spread paper on the table again.
He held the pen and thought for a while.
Thinking about the 5,000-year history of China, there are so many famous artists. All you need to do is pick out one or two works by famous artists and use your painting skills to directly copy them on the drawing paper.
Killing Gongsun Yi instantly, isn't it easy
Yan Chu felt excited when he thought that he would soon have a grandson who was over a thousand years old.
"You brat, why don't you hurry up and start writing? You don't know how to draw, right?" Gongsun Yi urged.
"Don't worry, old man, I'll draw it right now."
Yan Chu was confident and wrote silently.
(End of chapter)