Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 112 You Are Really Stupid (3)
The etiquette officer next to him couldn't help reminding: "Miss Xiaoye, the time is up soon."

"Oh." Xiaoye nodded, then stood up, and muttered, "Hey, how old is it, it's still close."

Then, she returned to the table and spread out the rice paper.

She was obviously inexperienced and didn't know how to use a paperweight, so she picked up a pen.

Xiaoye's posture of holding the pen is still very stiff and weird.

The people outside said a little angrily: "Compared to what, just admit defeat early, why waste our time?"

Well, Xiaoye doesn't get to know these uncles, because maybe she has eaten the food they made. For the sake of the food, she shouldn't be angry.

Xiao Ye said to the ceremony official: "Can you give me some more, um, to adjust these inks?"

Although the ceremonial officer couldn't figure out what the girl was doing, he still nodded, and then sent a large pile of inkstones to Xiaoye.

Saya stopped her hand.

The crowd yelled again.

"The third stick of incense is already half burned, so what is the comparison?!"

"Little girl, what are you doing? This is no fun!"

The voice of the sister-in-law in the back was full of the smell of simmered noodles.

Xiao Ye swallowed her saliva, and then, with that weird posture of holding the pen, she began to pick ink.

It's picking, not tuning.

Grass green, carmine, ocher...

Not all the colors were drawn by her one by one like an inkstone, some colors flew out and stained her face.

Hey, everyone feels terrible.

Really, the loser has neither backbone nor face.

But, suddenly, they stopped.

Because, Xiao Ye started to do it.

Her posture with the pen was still weird, but suddenly there was an indescribable feeling.

She starts to move.

Every move is fast.

Yes, Xiao Ye doesn't know how to draw, and she even hates drawing, but when Song Wanzhi asked her to start learning, she thought that it doesn't matter if she learns, because she doesn't want to lose, this person is too annoying.

But no one knows that the way she learns to draw is a bit strange.

It can be said that she is not learning, but completely copying, just like those things she learned since she was a child, after reading it once, she must absolutely master it.

Therefore, when looking at it, what she sees is its color classification. She knows exactly how many colors there are among those colors that appear to be the same in depth and light, and how much each color accounts for.

When she was stroking, how many layers of those paintings were spread, how thick they were, every inch and every inch gathered at the fingertips.

Everything, exactly.

She started to write, ninety-three percent of red, and half of black and blue...

Ink of different colors gather at the tip of her pen, rolling, turning, merging at one point, dipping in clear water, falling, fingertips change strength, hand movement becomes wind.

Murong Ying had finished drawing, and frowned as she watched Xiao Ye's hand move so fast that she could hardly see it clearly.

All eyes were fixed on the painting girl.

this is OK?

Too fast, is this still a painting?What about those brushwork?What about thick and light?
This, can you draw it?

Everyone thinks that the painting can't be done, but for some reason, they just want to see the result of the painting.

Saya is still drawing.

The final sound of the third stick of incense finally arrived.

With a sound of "Dang--", the game is over.

Xiao Ye also stopped writing the moment the voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)