Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 158
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, this painting is also a kind of learning, why is this learning to read and write, and this painting becomes a play?"

Chen Qinglan sneered and said, "Learning? You're just making a name for yourself to attract attention, and you're not sincerely teaching." Chen Qinglan's words were sharp and merciless, and it was true in her opinion.

Xie Fu was not angry, and said with a smile: "Perhaps my teaching method is difficult for Mr. Chen to understand, but Brother Yi entrusted me with it, so I dare not play tricks."

Hearing Xie Fu mention Yi Hang, Chen Qinglan did not buy it. In her opinion, Yi Hang was cynical and not much better. This kind of temperament is considered elegant in a brothel, but it can be used to teach and educate people, but it is not appropriate. "According to me It seems that you two are of the same breed."

Xie Fu laughed, "From what I hear, Mr. Chen is worried that the children will lose their minds, but I think Mr. Chen is too worried. Take me as an example. I like painting since I was a child, and I don't necessarily lose my knowledge now. .”

Chen Qinglan said contemptuously: "Just you, can you also be used as a role model?"

Xie Fu smiled again: "That's true."

Chen Qinglan said: "If they want to learn how to paint, why do you need to teach them? I can't do it." Obviously he looked down on Xie Fu.

It's true that the public is right and the wife is reasonable, Chen Qinglan said directly: "You and I don't want to argue, we can learn to judge right from wrong."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Not good."

Chen Qinglan smiled lightly and said, "Why, are you afraid?"

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Then respect is worse than obedience."

Chen Qinglan showed arrogance on her face, "Just tell me, it's better than anything else." If she can't even beat the person in front of her, how can she know Qin Lou.

Xie Fuqian said: "This suggestion was made by Mr. Chen, so Mr. Chen will make up his mind." He didn't want to compete with Chen Qinglan on the level of talent and learning, but he didn't want those children to be disappointed.

Chen Qinglan no longer shirked, "Today's debate is about this painting, so it's better than painting."

Xie Fu responded readily, "Okay."

Chen Qinglan glanced at Xie Fu and asked, "Since you dare to teach others to paint, your painting skills should not be weak, right?"

Is this a temptation?Xie Fu responded with a smile: "So-so."

Chen Qinglan was not probing, but a little arrogant, "If you are not good at painting, we can compete with others. You can choose from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and composition."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "You don't need to choose, the others are so-so, it's better than painting."

At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew, and Chen Qinglan's robe with one side slit swung open, revealing a part of snow-white shimmering, and she was actually wearing a pair of knee-length silk snow socks.

What a pair of long legs, if it is placed in front of the couch, it can hang clothes.

What a pair of knee-length silk snow socks. The woman's legs are originally moist and white, and the snow socks are like melting water.

This sudden combination of divine light is indeed amazing and intoxicating.

The light from the socks leaked out, and Chen Qinglan was not shy, but bent slightly, and calmly pressed down the flap of the robe.

Xie Fu directly praised: "What a pair of silk snow socks." Ingenious makeup is one of the topics of the brothel, and Xie Fu is also concerned about whether the ready-to-wear products of [Xuantanzhai] have become popular in the market.

In Chen Qinglan's ears, there was a strong sense of sexism. He sneered and said, "If you like it, if you can beat me in a while, I will give you this pair of snow socks."

This is the atmosphere in the brothel, if you can surpass the brothel lady in talent and learning, you can ask for something from the brothel lady.

Xie Fu didn't react for a while, and was taken aback for a moment: "That's not necessary."

The two moved to the school, and the children saw that the two gentlemen had come in. They wondered if they had discussed it and what decision they had made, and they felt a little nervous.

Xie Fu explained with a smile: "Mr. Chen and I plan to compete in painting. If I win, everyone can continue to practice painting in the future. If Mr. Chen wins, follow Mr. Chen's instructions." Said and looked at Chen Qinglan , Chen Qinglan nodded slightly.

The school has pens, inks and inkstones, but she came today without any paper, Xie Fu said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, if you don't mind, how about using this paper?"

Chen Qinglan looked at the stack of paper, and frowned. The paper is too small. It is not easy to make a complete picture on a small piece of paper. This requires more than doubling the size of the scene, which is even more challenging. The fine brushwork of the painter,

Moreover, the paper has obviously been creased, the surface of the paper is uneven, and the strokes are easily broken.

Chen Qinglan still nodded, it doesn't matter how harsh the conditions are, she doesn't regard this Mr. Xie as a real opponent, if she just moves someone out, she can beat her in painting, Qin Lou knows her and doesn't need to be her.

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Then Mr. Chen, please choose one."

Chen Qinglan said calmly: "Whatever."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, it's better to choose one yourself."

Chen Qinglan didn't have any ink stains, approached and raised her hand to pick up the top one, but when she saw that the paper was still patched, her hand stopped. It's still pasted.

Chen Qinglan planned to choose a good one, but after choosing all the dozen or so, none of them was complete. Could it be that he was cheating?Asked: "Is there no good one?"

Xie Fu smiled and said, "Sorry, it's all the same."

Chen Qinglan was surprised when he heard the words, and suddenly understood the puzzling question yesterday. It wasn't that he wanted to do it on purpose, but that he used these methods to reuse the waste paper, and looked down at the glued place on the paper. Just this effort made her feel a little inferior...

"Mr. Chen, have you chosen?"

Xie Fu's voice interrupted Chen Qinglan's thoughts, Chen Qinglan came back to his senses, chose one at random, and let me see if you really put your heart into it, or are you pretending to be mysterious and grandstanding.

Xie Fu also chose one at random, there was no need to pick at all, none of these papers were good.

The two students gave up the table for the two gentlemen to lay out paper for drawing. Chen Qinglan was ready, "Mr. Xie, please come up with a question."

Xie Fu said with a smile: "Lady first."

The word "lady" made Chen Qinglan feel harsh, and she just felt a little underestimated. She was clearly wearing a man's Confucian robe, and he was not called Mr., but called "lady". "You probably don't know who I am, and you think I'm a woman so you can bully me, but unfortunately you missed me today.

Chen Qinglan and Chen Du are well-known and can scare many people away, but they can't scare off Xie Fu. Xie Fu smiled and said, "Don't dare."

Chen Qinglan said coldly: "Stop moaning." As he spoke, he saw the continuous autumn rain falling outside the window, and said: "It just happened to be raining, so let's use rain as the topic."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "It's appropriate to the occasion."

Chen Qinglan didn't intend to have any more verbal entanglements with him, but to frustrate him severely in the painting, to let him know how much he weighed.

Chen Qinglan is not in a hurry to write. To paint, you must first conceive. Painting on the spot is not an easy task, and there are restrictions on the subject matter. A good poem needs inspiration from God, and a good painting is even more so.

There are many people with superb painting skills in this world, but the scenes of fighting paintings rarely happen, because painting on the spot is not as simple as dancing with words and ink.

In addition to having superb painting skills, it is also necessary to be quick-witted, and to create a painting in a very short period of time without turning back and allowing no mistakes.

How many masters have painted so many identical paintings before they can draw a painting that satisfies them.

The other one is afraid that he will not perform well in a while, and cherishing his reputation is also the same.

Only a real master dares to fight on the spot, and the wonderful brushwork is brilliant, but such a scene is too rare.

Chen Qinglan didn't know how strong her opponent was. The other party might just regard it as a fun move, but she herself completed this painting with the attitude of fighting for painting.

Stretch out your slender hand to touch the joints on the paper. The texture of the tentacle is hard, which means that these places do not absorb ink and need to be left blank, which greatly increases the difficulty of painting.

She had already conceived a scene, but this situation disrupted her plan, and she needed to re-conceive the scene.

Before Chen Qinglan started to write, his forehead was already sweating. He turned his head to look at Xie Fu, and saw that he had already started to write. A dozen children surrounded him, and while he was drawing, he explained the painting skills to these children. .

Sure enough, Chen Qinglan treated this as a child's play, and Chen Qinglan just felt that he was very disrespectful to himself. No matter what, he should paint first and then talk.

Chen Qinglan picked up the pen and moved it like flying, the ink fell dripping, and he didn't realize the passage of time.

Finally, after finishing painting a picture of the misty rain in the green mountains, Chen Qinglan was also sweating profusely, feeling a little tired and let out a sigh of relief, but looked at her work with excitement in her eyes.

I actually completed a picture of the misty rain on the green mountains on such a paper. It was unexpected, and it felt like it was forced out.

The green hills are recumbent and the mist is hazy, the autumn rain is lingering, sending thoughts and sorrows, fallen leaves, lonely birds, the whole scene, the composition is magnificent, and the connotation is profound. If this painting appears in Qinlou, it will definitely attract applause from literati and refined scholars.

Chen Qinglan looked towards Xie Fu, saw that Xie Fu was still painting, but waited patiently, and did not come close to disturb him. In fact, he was surrounded by more than a dozen children, so there was no need to disturb him at all.

Some children found that Chen Qinglan had finished the painting, and said in a low voice: "Sir, Mr. Chen has finished the painting." Hearing this tone, they seemed to be afraid that Xie Fu would lose.

Chen Qinglan felt a little displeased, but she didn't care about it like these children, and said to herself, "In the future, you will know that Mr. is doing it for your own good."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "No rush, I'm getting better soon."

Chen Qinglan looked curiously when he heard the words, and saw that he rolled up his sleeves, but his posture seemed to be about to fight, the ink spots were like silk, dense and dense, and he painted the autumn rain in one breath.

Chen Qinglan heard Mo Luo's silence, and felt that something was wrong. She is also a person with superb painting skills, how could she not know the mystery.

When she painted the autumn rain just now, the ink fell like a stone, and it was a little heavy. Halfway through the painting, the rain was exhausted because of the thick ink, and she needed to dip the ink again. changed.

You can't see it roughly, but if you look closely, you can still see the clues, no matter what...

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