President Lu's sweet wife

Chapter 84 084 Ability
Professor Yang laughed, and Xiaoxiao let out a bad breath. Since he came in, he has been uttering bad words after walking a few steps, which is outrageous! "Wait, I'll show you another miracle."

Professor Yang walked to the center of the hall and clapped his hands: "Everyone! Look over here! Yes, here! Are you curious about our new star classmate Cici in the dance world!"

There was a lot of discussion around, and the people who had been muttering in low voices were replaced by loud inquiries.

Lu Zhiyuan stood in the empty room upstairs, looking at Professor Yang in the middle of the hall.

Zheng Qiu's elegant old face could hardly hold back, this crazy old man dared to make trouble at her apprentice acceptance banquet.

Gu Cici blinked, took Master's arm and looked at Professor Yang.

"Today, I will give you a moment to witness a miracle! Are you all curious why Ms. Zheng Qiu only accepted Gu Ci Ci as her apprentice, but didn't accept the younger generation recommended by you who thought she was very good!"

With an ugly face, Zheng Qiu called the big apprentice: "Boom him down."

"That's because your junior is too good! Resign and come here!"

Zheng Qiu pressed the little apprentice's arm: "Don't go crazy with him, I'll clean him up for you."

Gu Ci gently held the teacher's hand back: "It's okay, Professor Yang is very measured, I'll go over to see what the professor is going to do, big brother, let me go."

Professor Yang watched his future lover walking towards him without fear, and his back straightened by three points.

Song Yue saw a little more familiarity with this little girl. Where is the familiarity?
"Take a pen and paper, and let you see what a genius is."

"teacher……"

"Don't worry, you can do it. Come up with two dance models to give our classmates some inspiration."

Song Moshan, Song Yue, and everyone who attended the banquet today gathered to see what he was going to do.

Gu Cici was dressed in a small pink dress, holding a paintbrush and a sketchpad, looking at Professor Yang helplessly, giving people the illusion that she is doting on Professor Yang.

Zheng Qiu took a look at the big apprentice, lest someone deliberately make it difficult to resign.

The eldest apprentice brought his dance partner forward without hesitation: "I'll do it." The two of them posed in the award-winning classic dance poses, lest the junior sister could not see clearly, their hands and feet were too wide.

Professor Yang knocked on the cup excitedly: "Come! Come! Witness the moment of miracles! Paint skin, paint bones, paint shapes, paint ideas, let's see how our classmate Ci Ci and Ms. Qiu's little apprentice understand this group of dance moves, we invite her Draw it out, applaud, the bigger the applause, the more motivated you will be to say goodbye to your classmates."

There was sparse applause.

Song Moshan didn't cooperate and messed around.

Song Yue cooperated, such a small child, everyone present, how can Yang Da be so confident, not afraid of overturning?
Lu Zhiyuan's gaze fell gently on Ci Ci in the middle.

Gu Cici's gaze paused for a moment on the elder brother, and then he made a move.

She is very quiet when painting, like a small pine and cypress growing there, instantly abandoning the noise around her, instantly ethereal and detached.

The pen in Gu Cici's hand is her state of mind, hobbies, dreams, and the bright light of her previous life.

The pen in her hand, the twig she picked up, a piece of chalk, a piece of stone are all her dreams.

The ancient poems were painted and written soon), tore them off, and soon drew the second picture, she suddenly had the urge to recreate this set of movements of the big brother.

Although the idea may be immature and biased, but the hand moves with the heart, and the impulse cannot be suppressed.

Song Yue was the first to take the painting from old man Yang's hand. Even with his critical eyes, he couldn't find anything wrong with this little girl.

Song Yue handed it over to his father unsatisfied, and his father's eyes were even more poisonous.

Song Moshan saw at a glance that the painter had not systematically touched art, or that she had touched it, but did not abide by the rules,

Her use of lines is very strange, and she is messy, but she quickly merges these lines that appear out of the blue, these seemingly wrong lines, miraculously complete a painting, and the whole is full of bones.

This is an excellent sketch that can be used as a textbook.

Song Moshan passed it on.

Those who read the sketches are all old people in the painting industry.

Professor Yang is not nervous at all, their young apprentices are so powerful that they are pushing the old to bring forth the new, wantonly and boldly, obviously they should be timid, but in the drawing, they don't know that Lord Ma is doing nonsense like a few eyes, and it is just right.

The second painting of the ancient poems is also finished, it is Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in her eyes, it is Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai dancing with his dance partner.

There are no butterflies, no broken cocoons, it is the beauty and expectation of passionate death, it is the entangled dandelion, it is freedom and liberation.

If the first painting is representational art, then the second painting is appreciative art, which is pleasant, relaxed, open and bright, and the mood of the person in the painting, which can be seen by anyone who understands art or not.

"This is good."

"How could it be different?"

"Did Brother Wei look like this just now?"

The ancient words are like a doll that has been pulled out of the hand of God. Without a pen, it returns to the master shyly and obediently, still a little girl.

This time, the drawing has been passed on to more people, and to the dance artists. They have seen more and understood more clearly. The senior brother who has entered the bottleneck on Liang Zhu suddenly has a new understanding, and he is so excited that he wants to pull Master Ponder new inspiration.

Zheng Qiu found him annoying: "Your junior sister is still there, so many people are still there!"

"Yes, yes, today is the banquet for the junior sister. Junior sister is here, and the senior brother will take you to meet the other senior brothers and sisters." Enthusiastic and delighted: "How did you draw it? I don't even know what I want to express is so contradictory, little one." Junior sister, also draw a picture for your second senior sister, she—”

"Where are you taking people!"

Eldest Brother Wei hurriedly brought Junior Sister back, but failed to sneak away: "Junior Sister, what drama do you like to watch?"

The discordant voices at the banquet seemed to be silenced, and no one admitted that they had said it.

"Teacher Zheng's new apprentice is enlightened."

"No wonder Ms. Zheng accepts her as an apprentice. I would accept me too. Old man Yang, please do your best. I don't think you will be able to succeed. Old Song is good. Give it to Old Song. The latter is more interesting in my mind."

(End of this chapter)