The peasant girl is not strong

Chapter 248 Lost

The best paintbrush that Tang Shunyan found in the kitchen was nothing more than the money used by wealthy families to make their children grow up to write and paint.

Certainly not the best paintbrush on the market, nor one for connoisseurs.

"Fifth sister, don't be afraid, you are the strongest!"

At this time, the sisters of the Ye family spoke soothing words to Ye Shiqi one by one.

"Are you afraid? It's not too late to admit defeat!"

Meng Zhaojun said relentlessly.

The sisters of the Ye family stared at Meng Zhaojun with their eyes, which represented language.

Ye Shiqi showed a disdainful expression towards Meng Zhaojun's critical words. If words can kill a person, make a person lose confidence, or lose the will to live, the one who gets hit is definitely not her.

At this moment, how bright Meng Zhaojun's smile is, she will lose face after a while, what's the use of taking advantage of words, actual actions can best prove a person's strength.

Ye Shiqi didn't want to have grudges with others, nor did she want to fight with others, but when others challenged her again and again, she, a person with no dignity, would have her own dignity.

Regardless of whether this is ancient times, men and women may not be equal, even in a society where men and women are unequal, as long as you can be stronger and have more strength, you can live in this era with good self-esteem.

Tang Shunyan had already found the paintbrush, turned around and handed it to Ye Shiqi, and glared at Meng Zhaojun, telling her not to go on too much.

Meng Zhaojun pouted contemptuously, thinking Tang Shunyan, you should protect them!After a while, she can't draw well, and others make fun of her for being overconfident, so don't blame her for laughing too.

Tang Shunyan was actually quite nervous. Although he had seen Ye Shiqi's ability to paint, it was just a matter of painting. Sometimes he would paint better when he was inspired, and his painting would be worse when he was not inspired.

Especially for this kind of portraits. I don't know how they learned to draw. He has been learning to draw for two years, and he can only draw ordinary flowers and plants, let alone portraits.

Ye Shiqi glanced at the pen in her hand. Although the pen in this hand was pretty good, it was not as modifiable as the charcoal pens she used to draw stick figures in her previous life.

This is much better than the pen her father bought her. A new pen may not be easy to use. A good painter will have a feeling for the pen as long as he feels it.

Ye Shiqi knows that her ability is far behind that of a painter, but she still won't lose when compared with the woman in front of her.

She has confidence in her own ability. She studied ink painting, took Chinese painting as an elective, and is even more proficient in stick figures.

I have been practicing for the past two years, and the strength of my arms may be a little worse than that of adults. This is also due to her young age, not because her skills are too poor.

"Brother, this young lady said that I want my little sister to draw you, so you just sit on the stool and don't move!"

As soon as Ye Shiqi finished speaking, Tang Shunyan asked the people around him to bring him a stool and sit down.

Really sitting upright, eyes focused on Ye Shiqi in front of him, not to mention not moving his eyes, he was afraid that his movement would really affect the painter in front of him.

Ye Shiqi lightly tapped the ink that the servant girl had ground for her, and began to paint on the drawing paper that someone else had prepared for her.

Ye Shiqi is small, she doesn't sit and draw, she draws very fast, other standing people are taller than her, one foot away from her, watching her hands and movements on the drawing paper .

Ye Shiqi didn't regard this time as a challenge, she drew slowly and cautiously, whether the artist has a solid foundation or not, it doesn't matter if the movement is fast or slow.

It's just a stick figure, and it's not the kind of big drawing paper, with landscape scenery added in it.

She only needs to describe the little boy's expression, which is consistent with the expression on his face at the moment.

The scene was very quiet, and everyone could only hear the sound of the brush on the drawing paper.

Occasionally, behind the crowd, the admiration voices of the daughters and sons of these rich families were heard.

At this moment, what they saw just now was only the top of the head, and then they saw the face of the portrait. The person in this portrait was carved out of the same mold by Tang Shunyan.

Except that Mo is black, Tang Shunyan, who can't sit there, wears red on his head, and the birthday star who wears red wears red all over his body.

"The painting really looks like it!"

"How is this done?"

"Didn't it mean that there are no regular gentlemen?"

"Is this a real peasant girl?"

"Seeing this portrait, we also want her to draw one."

"Yes, the painting is so real. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was real."

"It's better than the master in our academy. After that, the master says I'm not good at drawing, so I have something to talk about!"

When Ye Shiqi drew Tang Shunyan's head, the voices of those people admired, and they couldn't help but glance at Meng Zhaojun. Although everyone didn't talk about Meng Zhaojun face to face, they were watching a good show.

With that look, he was sure that Meng Zhaojun had lost.

Seeing Ye Shiqi's painting techniques, Meng Zhaojun was stunned for a moment, a little in disbelief, the two-year-old doll in front of him was just born in a farmer's family with a lower status than her.

There are also a lot of gold fingers on his body. This person must have had a good life in the past. If he was not born in a good family, or he has studied some musical instruments or painting, it is impossible to know so much.

Maybe it was because if you had software on a high-tech computer or mobile phone, you could make good photos.

It is not necessary to be very good at painting, and people with better abilities have become painters.

Ordinary people can also paint and sell them in galleries to make money.

The little girl in front of me is only over two years old, she has the skills of painting like this, huh, even if the farm is poor, as long as she buys a pen and drawing paper, she can make money for the family.

Meng Zhaojun was even more sure that the little girl in front of her was a true time traveler like her.

Her older sisters didn't behave so unusually, they were real peasant girls.

As for those who were so rebellious at the moment when they went to Xie Shiqi with her just now, no wonder she didn't want to be friends with them, it turned out that she already had the foresight.

Meng Zhaojun knew that he was going to lose, his eyes had betrayed, but his expression was so unwilling.

Sitting there, Tang Shunyan couldn't see what Ye Shiqi had drawn for him, only heard the voices of his companions.

An excited smile appeared on Tang Shunyan's face, but it was still in the same posture as before, and it was difficult to hide the excited expression on his face.

Tang Shunyan's expression, if it was another artist, would have only painted Tang Shunyan's awkward expression just now.

Ye Shiqi was different. She had seen Tang Shunyan happy, excited, joyful and angry, and many expressions were in her mind.

The little boy had an angry expression on his face when he said that to Meng Zhaojun just now.

Ye Shiqi guessed at the next moment that if she could draw this boy very similarly, Tang Shunyan would be cheered up by the voices from the outside world.

Then the expression of the boy in front of him will be happy and excited!

Someone from the big family also taught him, the expression is not shown on the face, the reason of age is also the truth!

Tang Shunyan's heart had already been revealed from his expression at this moment, he cared so much about Ye Shiqi, and cared about her winning or losing.

He cares more about doing one thing by himself, and when he meets Ye Shiqi, one of the Ye family sisters, the little boy doesn't know that he cares more than brother-sister relationship.

Of course he doesn't understand at this moment, when he grows up one day, maybe he will understand!

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Ye Shiqi's mouth, as she expected, the expression of the little boy in front of her was exactly the expression in her portrait.

Everyone felt that she was even more amazing. Tang Shunyan's face imprinted in ink was not so accurate with these facial features and expressions.

At this moment, black ink is used, and there is no need to paint. I just simply drew the figure, and the stool made of the figure. I simply drew some simple patterns of the study room behind the boy.

It took less than half an hour, and it didn't seem like a long time. Ye Shiqi, who was only two years old, felt her hands were very tired.

When she put down the pen in her hand, she had to rub it with the other hand, the hand that had been drawing for so long.

Just now, in order not to affect Ye Shiqi, Tang Shunyan had been sitting motionless for almost an hour, more tired than he was in class.

He moved his body involuntarily, feeling that his feet were numb.

"Chunxiang, come help me!"

Tang Shunyan didn't dare to just walk like this, he pretended his feet were numb, for fear of turning his feet.

"Master, please slow down!"

"Help me to the painting!"

Tang Shunyan limped to the edge of the painting table, saw the portrait with ink still not dry, laughed and said, "Hehehe, let me just say, my breast sister can draw."

He didn't want to irritate Meng Zhaojun more, and he didn't repeat what he said just now. Since he has already won, he can't pursue this topic any more.

Today is his birthday, he just wanted his friends to be happy, it was too embarrassing for Meng Zhaojun to go back and sue, but it was not good for his family.

Ever since Tang Shunyan became more sensible, he has been listening to his family members telling him to give in to Meng Zhaojun.

Sometimes he still feels dissatisfied, alas, his personality makes him more tolerant and generous towards others, which is why Meng Zhaojun has been pestering him, leaving him no freedom and helpless in his free time.

Meng Zhaojun was already a little unwilling, but seeing Tang Shunyan's happy expression again, it seemed that he was the one who won her. The little boy's smile in front of him was so piercing.

The heart that made her so proud, refused to admit defeat and continued the following words.

"Hmph, it's a good painting, but it doesn't mean that the painting is better than mine. My portrait is Tang Shunyan I painted two years ago. My skill is much better now than it was two years ago. I don't know who will win. !"

Meng Zhaojun has such confidence, which is due to the fact that she has been imitating Ye's toys for the past two years, and he has memorized the portraits and expressions that Ye Shiqi drew just now.

She felt that drawing a picture that was exactly the same would not trouble her at all.

There are always people who copy the paintings of master painters to make them look like real ones. The little girl's painting in front of her is the simplest. She also knows that it is a stick figure.

Meng Zhaojun doesn't say how good her skills are in stick figure painting, but she feels that there is a picture drawn by someone in front of her, which means that there is a picture facing the picture, and she really can't be troubled.

Everyone thought this episode would be a thing of the past, but they didn't expect Meng Zhaojun to be relentless. Everyone already cared about her face and stopped making fun of her.

The peasant girls didn't provoke Meng Zhaojun on this topic either. This woman was so stubborn that the daughters and sons who were doing it all looked at her and didn't dare to speak, as if if they spoke, they would become enemies.

The children of rich families are more precocious, and the adults will tell them not to offend the nobles when they come to the banquet.

It is not just a noble person who offends, it may affect the future of a family.

"What? Question my words? Think I'm wrong?"

When everyone dared not speak anymore, Meng Zhaojun no longer dared to put on a silly expression like before, which made her feel a little better.

Identity determines a person, and these people dare not mess around in front of her!

"Meng Zhaojun, if you want to paint, just paint. You should give me a portrait as a gift. Don't take everything too seriously. It's not good for you or others!"

Tang Shunyan, the little master, had to come out to talk, he didn't want to waste time here, he would have time for dinner soon.

"Okay, isn't she very similar in drawing? Is it fast? I can draw faster than her!"

After Meng Zhaojun finished speaking, he asked the servant girl to find the best brush for her and grind the ink for her.

He didn't ask Tang Shunyan to sit on the stool, but at another table, he began to copy the painting Ye Shiqi just drew.

Others didn't understand Meng Zhaojun's action, but Ye Shiqi knew that this young lady imitated a painting she had just made.

Then it is better to compare who draws better. Although it is copied from her painting, it needs higher skills to draw as good as the original portrait, or even better than the original portrait.

As time went by, some of the children who participated in the banquet had already come here.

The children had been there for too long, and the adults were a little worried, so they sent someone to look for them.

So many people were at the door of this room, paying attention to every move in the room.

Of course, there are the maids of the daughters of gold, or their relatives.

When the adults came here, they didn't know what these children were playing, so they wanted to tell them to go.

After asking in a low voice, I found out that Meng Zhaojun, the most famous talented girl in the county, was competing in painting with a two-year-old peasant girl.

The grown-ups thought that Meng Zhaojun was famous, so he would definitely win this bet.

They all looked inside, but unfortunately the partition was a bit soft, and some children blocked their view, so they couldn't see the contents of the portrait clearly, so they could only watch the next plot.

I heard from the little dolls who have been here for a long time before that the two-year-old peasant girl draws very well.

But adults won't believe such words, because they only believe in their own eyes, that immature expression on the face, what can a two-year-old doll understand?
Could it be that he learned to paint in the womb?

Behind Meng Zhaojun is Mrs. Meng, a rich lady from a scholarly family, and behind the peasant girl are only her parents who are stepping on the dirt.

Farmers are not well-educated, and they don't know many characters, let alone learn the skills of painting.

Only a qualified daughter can be proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is not so easy to become a talented woman.

In addition to their own talents, they also need money to pile up. Paper and pens need money to buy. For some farmers who are already Amitabha as long as they can eat enough, it is better to feed the whole family than to let their children study.

The adults didn't believe it, and the dolls didn't explain too much, because they didn't dare to discuss too loudly, fearing that it would affect Meng Zhaojun. If the girl lost, she would hate the noisy person. People are regarded as the ones who dump the pot.

Even when they are young, they also know that they must never take the blame!

(End of this chapter)