My first love got married: I was forced to sing to celebrate

West Lake Park.

Small pavilion.

The four young ladies in ancient costumes lay together and stared at the live broadcast room.

Xu Lingyun's eyes were dull, and her expression was abrupt.

The whole person seems to have lost his soul,

in the picture.

Zhang Yuan held the spoon in one hand, and the thin thread hung down.

It's like having life, falling where it should be.

A painting, gradually taking shape.

"This ...... How is that possible?"

He is one of the four people who are the best at drawing.

Of course, Xu Lingyun knows how complex Chinese painting is.

Ordinary people, practice for a lifetime.

I'm afraid I can only paint the skin.

And she, who has practiced since she was a child, has an extraordinary talent.

That's just how to get started.

At the beginning, when Zhang Yuan learned to Xi Chinese painting, she was already shocked.

But I didn't expect it, and what was even more shocking was now.

You can make such a complex painting out of sugar water.

Brother Yuan's Chinese painting skills, has he become a generation of grandmasters?

Xu Lingyun shuddered.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

What is a generation of grandmasters?

It's a name that has been passed down through the ages.

A painting is a history.

It's a priceless treasure.

Imperial capital.

A certain quadrangle.

The gray-haired old man stared at his cloudy eyes.

Staring at the phone her granddaughter was holding in her hand.

His lips trembled.

Old tears: "National treasure, this is a national treasure." Quick, take me there. "

Faculty of Arts.

I don't know how many art students collapsed.

Countless old artists were dumbfounded.

I just feel it, a lifetime of effort.

It's all used on dogs.

The live broadcast room was silent.

The scene of the ancient town.

Breathing is inaudible.

Everyone ignored Zhang Yuan.

His gaze fell on the slate.

The snow-white stone slab is now with countless pale yellow lines.

Not messy.

There is some kind of rule.

It forms a unique shape.

Smack.

A silk thread fell from the sky.

It's light.

But it seems to be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Let people hear the sound of the gentle fall on the stone slab.

The last bit of pale yellow blends into it.

The whole painting seems to come to life.

The finishing touch, but that's it.

Boat.

West Lake water.

Willow trees on the shore.

Couple under the willows.

Bridge.

Pedestrian.

Ripples created by the wind blowing on the surface of the water.

The brightest thing is the boat.

At the bow of the boat, there stood a figure with hands behind his back.

The figure is tall.

Long hair shawl.

A maid beside her, holding a jade cup in both hands, was serving tea.

This scene is too familiar to netizens.

I don't know how many sides I looked at on the Internet.

At the beginning, the woman in red was short-lived.

It's like a fairy descending to earth.

Only give mortals a chance to catch a glimpse in a hurry.

and disappeared without any news.

She didn't seem to exist.

But it exists in the hearts of all.

The appearance of elegance and peerlessness is imagined in people's minds.

At this moment, the picture freezes.

It's like it's happening right in front of you.

Yesterday repeated.

A picture suddenly appeared in the minds of countless people.

The beautiful West Lake, a small boat rippling in the water.

On the bow of the ship was a figure in red clothes, with long hair and a shawl, and hands behind his back.

She left her life independent.

Like a pearl.

Even the beautiful maids around her were overshadowed.

Suddenly, she was alarmed.

A quick glance,.

Left a shadow.

Disappear into the crowd.

Beautiful images come out of my mind.

The beauty of the red-clothed figure appears like a ghost all the time.

It's evocative.

Good beauty is prying eyes.

But for the goddess in red, even the most filthy man.

At this moment, I can't afford to have a trace of blasphemy in my heart.

She seemed to have a little more divinity.

Exists only in the deepest hearts.

Smack.

The spoon falls into the sugar pan.

Zhang Yuan clapped his hands.

Make a snapping sound.

Everyone came back to their senses, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Look down again.

The painting on the slate is still there.

Lifelike.

Miraculous.

Desirable.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan lifted the small shovel and held a few small sticks in one hand.

The crowd held their breath.

Eyes are nervous.

The palms of the hands are sweaty.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop. "

"Brother Yuan, if you have something to say. "

"I'm Cao, this is a work of art, Brother Yuan, don't be violent about the heavens. "

Live room.

"I'm Cao, I'm Cao Cao, stop him. "

"Don't, Brother Yuan is calm, impulsiveness is the devil. "

"Brother Yuan, be merciful. "

"It's all pigs? Stop him. "

"A national treasure, this is a national treasure. "

Zhang Yuan was calm.

The stick is pressed down.

A small shovel.

Then, hold a couple of small sticks in both hands.

Lifted the painting.

Everyone: "......"

Live room: '......'

Mom sells batches.

This is a national treasure.

A group of people had red eyes and stared at Zhang Yuan nakedly.

Click.

Zhang Yuan took a sip.

The head of the goddess in red is gone.

At this moment, the corners of countless people's mouths twitched.

Capital.

An old man who had just climbed into the plane had a dark eye, and he only felt his heart broken: "Come ......"

He roared.

An apartment.

Tuan Tuan leaned into the arms of the murderous demon king.

Staring blankly at the screen.

She watched Zhang Yuan draw this picture completely, and her heart was full of loss.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know when, this man walked into her heart.

But......

She thought that this was an ordinary man with a little talent.

And although he has no talent.

But looks, fame and money.

There are more than mistakes in matching each other.

But now......

"How do I deserve it. "

Tuan Tuan's lost opening.

The Demon King looked at Tuan Tuan Tuan's lost soul, and couldn't help but feel distressed and persuaded: "Don't think so, my family Tuan Tuan is so good and worthy of it." "

Tuan Tuan shook his head: "No, I don't deserve it." I'm just a little anchor, he's a male god, so handsome, so talented, if it was in ancient times, I wouldn't have the qualifications to be a maid. "

Demon King: "......"

At this moment, Zhang Yuan clicked and ate the head of the goddess in red.

Chewed.

Then he licked his lips.

Zhang Yuan: "It's delicious. "

Everyone: "!!!"

Zhang Yuan: "What's the matter? Isn't it just a sugar man? As for you, come and come, try it." "

At the scene, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.