Shen Tang became unhappy when he heard this.
She can tolerate people saying she can’t sing, but she can’t tolerate people saying she can’t paint. That was the skill she used to make a living!
Her professionalism cannot be questioned!
He directly retorted: "Why is my 'painting' not okay?"
Qishan wanted to ask a question in return,
How can she draw well
It's almost like the scribbles of a three-year-old.
He said bluntly: "Nothing is good anywhere, nothing is good."
The painter who taught Mr. Shen the painting skills is really misleading.
Chen Tang slapped the painting loudly, with anger written all over his face, and challenged him directly: "Qi Yuanliang, come and do it if you can!"
Seeing Chen Tang still being stubborn, Qi Shan was also aroused by his long-suppressed competitive spirit. He immediately reached out to pick up the brush and spread out new drawing paper with his other hand. The tip of the brush was dipped in ink, and he started to paint without thinking: "Mr. Chen has invited me so warmly, I have no choice but to show my ugliness."
With just a few strokes, the mountains, rivers, flowers and birds are outlined.
Although his painting is simple, with a stroke here and there, giving people the illusion that "I can draw it if I pick up a pen", it is really a world of difference compared to Chen Tang's little man painting. Qi Shan put down his brush with satisfaction. Fortunately, his painting skills have not regressed too much.
Chen Tang snorted and challenged: "That's it?"
Qishan: “…”
With such a huge gap, are you still trying to be stubborn
“Although I have no talent and my painting skills have been neglected a lot due to my traveling around these years, compared to you, Mr. Shen…” Qi Shan hesitated, leaving the listeners to figure out what he wanted to say. Anyone with eyesight could tell which painting was better.
Few people know that he painted better when he was a teenager.
A great calligrapher and painter once said that his paintings have the essence of the words of Mo Jie: "From a distance, the mountains are colorful; from near, the water is silent; spring is gone, the flowers remain; people come, the birds are not startled." It's a pity that there is no "painting spirit" or "painting heart" in the world. If there were, the quality would be excellent.
Who knew that Chen Tang was still stubborn and refused to admit it, and even said: "Humph, it's time to show you my real painting skills."
Qi Shan became interested: "Let's wait and see."
Chen Tang picked up the picture of the little man again and scribbled on the basis of the draft, showing a confident attitude that he could impress Qi Shan. Qi Shan made way for Chen Tang to play his role. He sat on the side and watched, his expression becoming more and more strange.
He thought that Mr. Shen was going to use the contrast between the beginning and the end to demonstrate his painting skills of turning decay into magic.
result-
It is still the same picture of a little man, but the little man in the picture has many more details, but the character still has the same big black round head, and the body and limbs are still simple left and right strokes. If there is any difference, it is probably that the "anxious" atmosphere is more intense.
Still very sexy.
Qi Shan used half a quarter of an hour to watch Chen Tang finish drawing a series of actions for the little man - entering the room, undressing, climbing onto the bed to pose, and then a second little man came into the room, undressing, climbing onto the bed to pose, and so on...
Qi Shan suddenly grabbed Chen Tang's wrist and stopped her from continuing to paint.
"What are you drawing?" he asked.
Chen Tang said as a matter of course: "Secret Play Picture."
Qi Shan was almost speechless: "..."
He stared at Chen Tang's face in disbelief, then looked at the little figures on the picture that seemed to be able to move, and couldn't utter a word for a long time. Qi Shan never dreamed that what Mr. Shen drew was actually a secret play picture with action.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Qi Shan resisted the urge to let the veins on his forehead throb.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to say that Mr. Shen was not motivated to paint secret play pictures, or that his painting skills were terrible but he had the courage to show them.
He took a deep breath and smiled: "If all the secret play pictures were of good quality, men and women in the world would have no interest in them."
There is no artistic conception if you want it, and there is no haziness if you want it.
If a newly married couple sees this secret play picture as an enlightenment, I guess they won’t know what the harmony of yin and yang is when they grow old.
Chen Tang: “…”
This guy was so harsh in his words and yet he didn’t get beaten to death!
She said seriously: "Yuanliang, you can't appreciate it."
Watch her paint with a brush, her strokes flowing smoothly.
Look at the lines, the layout, and the artistic conception!
How can one make a living from painting if one is bad at it
Now it was Qishan's turn to be speechless.
He suddenly realized that Mr. Shen didn't seem to be stubborn. He looked frank and confident, and looked at him with a look of "your aesthetic is distorted" and heartbroken. He didn't seem to be unwilling to admit defeat even though he knew the gap, but instead seemed to be-
An absurd guess emerged in Qishan's mind - is Mr. Shen bad but unaware of it, and he really thinks that his painting is good
He hinted at it and it turned out to be true.
Another long silence, I don’t know where to start.
He looked at Shen Xiaolangjun's head, showed sympathy, and promised her: "When I have enough money in the future, I will find a good doctor to see you more. The sooner you are treated, the better. If you delay for a long time, it will delay your illness!"
Chen Tang: “…”
Her intuition told her that Qishan's words were not human.
Are you indirectly calling her mentally ill
Qi Shan also knew what to do, and changed the subject before Chen Tang exploded: "Why is Mr. Shen suddenly interested in the Secret Play Picture?"
It is said that Mr. Shen is lustful, but he thinks such paintings are beautiful. Which playboy can have such aesthetic taste
But let’s be serious… What decent gentleman can remain calm and unashamed when being watched while painting secret scenes
Chen Tang replied, "I got the job from the bookshop to paint a portrait for a prostitute in Yuehua Tower. The reward was quite high."
Life is not easy, Tangtang sighed.
Qi Shan looked more and more strange, and he asked a crucial question: "Did the owner of the bookstore test your painting skills?"
When did those shopkeepers become so easy to talk to
When he was in financial difficulty, he would also go to bookshops to take orders, usually small jobs like copying spiritual books or writing family letters for others. The remuneration for painting portraits would be more generous. Among them, the most generous were those in brothels and theaters, and these jobs were also the ones that were fought over.
But this money is not easy to earn.
Since they offered a lot of money, the requirements were naturally numerous. How did Mr. Shen get the job with his poor painting skills
Chen Tang replied: “No.”
Qi Shan was surprised. He was worried that Chen Tang might have met a liar, so he said, "... reconstruct the scene at that time."
Chen Tang did exactly as he was told.
After listening to it, he understood what was going on.
It's all due to luck and the shopkeeper's blindness.
The shopkeeper was lucky enough to pass this test, but the waiter would not be so foolish. You have to know that this kind of painting is related to their future business, reputation, and face, so they naturally strive for perfection and have very strict requirements on the painter's painting skills. Mr. Shen is so poor that his money bag jingles, so where did the paper, pen and ink on the table come from
Chen Tang was unhappy: "I got this job by my own ability. It's really unfair for Yuan Liang to attack me like this..."
"I am also thinking about Mr. Shen's life. If you really take these drawings to report, do you believe that the waiter will be so angry that he will call the thugs of Yuehua Tower to tear you down?"