I can't provoke my wife by wearing it against me

Chapter 213 A Blockbuster

The pen and paper came up quickly, and Ye Luo didn't delay any longer, picked up the brush and brushed twice and started to draw.

This is how she coped when Master forced her to take pictures before.

A big pan peach was drawn in two strokes. It was red, plump and juicy. It looked tender and delicious, making people want to take a bite.

This pan peach is still placed on a big jade plate, and the big jade plate is placed on the stone table in the courtyard. There are also some books and pictures piled up on the stone table. It looks like the whole painting is very antique.

To a layman, this portrait is an ancient painting, as if it had been preserved for hundreds of years.

But it was clearly painted just now, and the ink is not dry yet.

How is this drawn?

Even the uninitiated have discovered the strangeness of it.

Xu Yunfei and Yang Bai were so excited to see it.

Yang Bai couldn't help but praised: "That's it, this is the painting method, brocade ash that has been lost for a long time, the little master is very skilled in painting skills, and he understands these ancient things like a heart, and he can draw them easily Something very real."

Xu Yunfei's saliva was almost drooling: "Little master, let's write another poem."

Ye Luo nodded, thought for a while and drew up a pen to write down a poem of blessings: Xu wished the Changsheng son a birthday, raised the jade cup and received the gold cup, wishing that every year, before the winter plums, the plum blossoms will shine. "

Her handwriting is really coherent, and a row of poems is written without broken strokes.

"It's just this way of writing. Have you seen it? You don't need to break your strokes in a row! It's so beautifully written, it's really a stroke of genius."

After Ye Luo finished writing, she put down her pen. She didn't think it was a magical pen.

It was because Master forced her to write. She wanted to be lazy, so she kept writing while writing!
It's just that she wants to be lazy.

She was also honest, and really said to Xu Yunfei: "You can write like this, you just think that you want to finish it in one stroke, and you don't want to waste time, and you can write it if you are in a hurry to go out and play."

Xu Yunfei: "..."

Little master, is it because you don't want to waste time and want to go out to play that you are so proficient in calligraphy?
Aren't you kidding me?

Seeing Xu Yunfei blowing his beard and staring, Ye Luo thought it was amused, and said, "It's true, that's how I was forced to practice calligraphy by my master when I was young, and I was slapped several times by my master."

The master felt that her handwriting was sloppy, so he finished it all at once in order to go out to play with him, and beat her angrily.

"Little master, you are really talented in this area, and ordinary people can't practice it."

Even if he has practiced for decades, he still doesn't have her skills!
Yan Yu pulled Ye Luo into his arms and said to them: "That's enough, the old man put away the painting, we'll go back first, you guys continue."

After he finished speaking, he took Yeluo out, and let Yeluo chat with the two old guys, and he didn't know how long the chat would last.

Mr. Xie picked up the painting in surprise, with a cautious look: "This is really a good painting, is this the real thing?"

"Smelly old man, are you stupid? You can still have a fake painting in front of your face."

"That's right, if you don't believe me, just give it to us and set a price."

Mr. Xie held the painting and laughed loudly: "You want it, dreaming! This is the best birthday present I have ever received in my life, hahahaha."

Mr. Xie happily went upstairs with the painting in his hand, he had to find a place to hide it quickly, and he couldn't let the two old men know where it was hidden, otherwise they would try to come and take it away.

So in this way, no one cared about Yan Yu and Ye Luo's departure.

Yan Yu took Yeluo into the car, hugged her in his arms, and bit her small mouth punishingly: "I won't let you come to the banquet again next time."

(End of this chapter)