Chapter 67 Painting

Daw! What kind of place is that!

Chen Mo followed her all the way to the front of a clubhouse and stopped.

Because he found that there were obviously some private parties here. When he saw the invitation letter taken out of Yang Xin from his bag, the attendant outside politely invited her in. Chen Mo knew that things were going in a complicated direction.

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly. Although he could not enter through the normal way, there was another way in the end.

Looking at several vents outside the clubhouse, Chen Mo raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a way.

By this time, Yang Xin had already entered it. A large group of young people in suits and leather shoes and exquisitely dressed stood in the spacious room talking and laughing. They discussed some topics in different fields. As soon as they saw Yang Xin, she had a bright feeling. Although Yang Xin did not dress up deliberately, her beautiful face became more and more melancholy, showing a pitiful temperament, so that the men present couldn't help but rise to protect her. . At this time, Chen Mo had also been mixed in the crowd. In this case, it was not possible to observe and find his existence at all, so he was closer to Yang Xin and did not choose to observe secretly.

This is a small-scale private party. The theme of the discussion is called a calligraphy and painting party. In fact, it is just a chat and entertainment party in nature. Of course, some people also come here with an interest in calligraphy and painting, but it's more of a vassal and elegant disguise. Most of the people here are students from Yanjing University, and some of them are relatively small-capital successful people. Looking at some casual personal works on the wall, Yang Xin seemed very disappointed, because she came with an interest in calligraphy and painting. The invitation was given to her by a girl in the same dormitory. At that time, it was said that it was a mess, but when she came here, Yang Xin, who had always been smart, knew that she was wrong. There was no calligraphy and painting here. As for the paintings on the wall, even if she is not proficient in painting, she can also see that the works of these students or industry elites are completely unconnotative lines and colors.

I sighed in my heart, and my footsteps also retreated. At this moment, a figure blocked her way.

"This classmate? Hello, my name is Qian Zifan. What, are you ready to go back as soon as you come here? Do you want me to show you around?"

The visitor looks extremely elegant, with an angular face and a warm smile, which is still very lethal for ordinary women.

Although Yang Xin is not used to such a conversation, she still answered politely, "No, thank you for your kindness. I'll go back first." With that, he looked at the murals around him, his eyes darkened, and he wanted to leave.

But the man quickly stopped in front of her again. Although he politely stepped forward, lowered his head slightly and looked at her, Yang Xin still frowned in disgust. He always rejected such an entangled man without concealment. Just as he was about to attack, Qian Zifan had already opened his mouth and still smiled. "You Do you want to see the painting? Ha ha, this calligraphy and painting exhibition is actually a personal creative communication between some students. These works on the wall are a little rough. If you don't mind, I can create one for you on the spot.

How could Qian Zifan not find Yang Xin's look? As soon as he found it, he immediately changed his strategy and mastered his mentality. As soon as he saw Yang Xin, he seemed to be a little excited, so he took the opportunity to say, "Ha ha, I also like painting very much, especially oil painting. I also like it at ordinary times. Create some gadgets. If you believe me, I believe it won't let you down. His tone showed some self-confidence, but if he didn't have some real material, how dare he boast about his understanding.

Yang Xin was also interested at this time. Since the man named Qian Zifan in front of her was so confident in herself, she also walked back with him.

When the two walked to the center of the clubhouse, Qian Zifan had asked someone to prepare the materials they needed. Because he was afraid that Yang Xin would be impatient, he just prepared a drawing board, drawing paper, and pencil eraser, which was also a skill challenge to the painter's ability.

Qian Zifan smiled and said to Yang Xin, "Can I draw a sketch for you first?"

Yang Xin did not refute. Since she had come here with him, she also smiled and agreed to this request. At this time, the huge chandelier that had been closed suddenly lit up, and Yang Xin, who was originally standing in the center, suddenly became the focus of everyone. Every man looked more or less at the woman in the center, and those girls were also quite envious of her amazement.

Yang Xin's face was red, and she was not used to becoming the focus of everyone. This was obviously Qian Zifan deliberately doing it, and then whispered, "Hey! You draw faster."

Qian Zifan, flying under the pen, replied with a smile, "As long as you don't mind the rough drawing, I think it can be completed quickly."

Yang Xin stopped answering after hearing this. She squeezed her lips and looked silently ahead. Many people also found that Qian Zifan was painting on the scene, so they were all gathered together, but Chen Mo, who was confused in it, frowned secretly.

Chen Mo carefully observed the movement around him, noticed the psionic traces around him, and did not find anything unusual, but he still looked worriedly at Yang Xin, who stood on the field and became the focus. If someone suddenly attacked at this time, his ability was bound to be exposed no matter what. Fortunately, the situation he was worried about did not occur. .

In just a few minutes, the pen in Qian Zifan's hand was like alive, quickly outlining the lines and outlines. However, for a long time, a vivid Yang Xin appeared on the drawing board, just looking at it simply. Even some laymans found that his skills were indeed very solid. The whole portrait was mainly realistic and the lines were simple. It is very delicate. Every stroke is just right. Yang Xin, who was originally beautiful, has a fairy spirit under his pen, and the description on his eyes is also more painstaking, which seems to have a flexible atmosphere.

Chen Mo nodded secretly from a distance. It seemed that this man named Qian Zifan was quite good at drawing.

Yang Xin was also very happy to look at her portrait. For a moment, she had a good impression on Qian Zifan and said with a smile, "Your painting is great. Thank you."

Qian Zifan looked quite proud and replied, "No, I just draw casually. If you are interested, we might as well discuss it. I believe there will be a good harvest."

"Ha ha, I..." Before Yang Xin finished speaking, suddenly an arrogant voice interrupted their conversation. Is this also a painting skill? It's really funny. The painting is really bad.

Qian Zifan raised his eyebrows and looked at the place where the sudden sound made. On a closer look, he also looks like a student, with a slightly pale face, short hair, and a regular dress, but his eyes are quite arrogant. Looking at the people present looking at himself suspiciously, the student continued, "What? Don't believe it?"

Qian Zifan said, "This classmate, what advice do you have for?"

The student said, "I can't talk about teaching. I just want to compare the level of painting." While talking, he turned his eyes again and looked at Yang Xin beside him with a hot look. At this time, everyone on the field also understood his purpose.

It's just that Qian Zifan's originally kind face was a little gloomy, and he smiled and said, "In this case, how do you want to compare?"

The boy looked very crazy. He didn't know whether it was because of performance or because he had absolute confidence in himself. He said boldly, "What do you say is better than what?"

I've seen it crazy, but I haven't seen it crazy. Qian Zifan sneered from the bottom of his heart, and he had a plan in his heart. He smiled and said, "Ha ha, since this classmate is so sure, I won't take advantage of you. How about we compare with traditional Chinese painting?"

As soon as the boy heard this, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and agreed, "Okay, that's the decision."

Soon someone prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones, all kinds of tools, and everyone held their breath, staring at the excitement and painting? This is a rare scene at ordinary times.

Qian Zifan said with a smile, "It's better than painting. There is a question. Why don't you let this female classmate ask the question?" As he spoke, he smiled at Yang Xin.

Yang Xin suddenly became the focus of the field again. Looking at everyone waiting for their reply, she took a breath and replied, "Well, um... I can't figure out the content of the painting, and there is no need to limit it. Why don't you set a time of only 15 minutes, which can also show your respective levels!"

This proposal was obviously agreed by the two people and stood in front of their respective drawing boards.

"So which of you will start first? Or start together?"

Before Yang Xin finished his words, the boy volunteered to say, "I'll go first!"

Qian Zifan just looked at the other party silently, did not speak, and there was no problem.

With a "begin" sound, the whole audience quickly calmed down, and a pair of eyes quietly stared at the ordinary-like young man, not daring to make too much noise for fear of disturbing his painting.

The boy closed his eyes lightly and hung the brush on the paper, but it did not fall down. It seemed that a picture scroll was pre-constructed in his mind. Qian Zifan has been staring at him silently, with a little joke in his eyes.

After about five minutes, the boy still didn't move. Everyone gradually felt a little disappointed.

Finally, after about a minute, the boy opened his eyes, and then the brush fell down. His right hand quickly waved on the drawing paper. The speed of the pen was so fast that he could hardly see his hand clearly, and he could only see a shaking shadow.

At this time, the boy's expression was focused, not squinting, looking straight at the drawing board in front of him, completely blinding everyone's gaze, as if he had entered a kind of forgetting everything, with only a picture scroll in his eyes.

Half a minute later, the boy frowned, but the pen was still flying. He kept changing the pen and ink in the middle, but there was never a moment of error or pause. Everyone present was amazed.

Even Qian Zifan's eyes have a little more strange color, and it seems that he still has some strength.

As time went by, the originally white drawing paper had already depicted the mountains, rivers and autumn water, and the beauty of the river.

At his speed, it doesn't take fifteen minutes at all, not even ten minutes.

Yang Xin also muttered to herself, "What a fast speed. This person is very good at drawing."

There is a clear lake flowing quietly under the sky. The water in the lake is sparkling, the boat is swimming, a willow by the lake is drooping, and an autumn cicada on the branches seems to be singing happily. The young girl under the tree stood on the tree, with a faint joy in her eyebrows, intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of the lake in front of her. When she took a closer look, she was a little like Yang Xin.

A very ordinary painting, there is nothing outstanding in terms of intention, but the exquisite painting skills impressed everyone present and exclaimed, especially the woman in the painting is the finishing touch, which is thought to be moved.

"Good painting, this is for your classmates. Your painting is really great!" Yang Xin sighed loudly, just looking at the woman's eyes in the painting flashed a little more.

The boy himself slowly rotates the bracket that supports the drawing board, so that people in every direction around him can see clearly, and the exclamation also sounds one after another with the rotation of the scroll. Their voice has said everything, and what Yang Xin said is not false.

Even Qian Zifan had to admit that Lin was very skilled in painting, but he still squinted and didn't say anything.

"This painting is for you. I hope you like it." After the boy finished speaking, he put the drawing board on Yang Xin's hand.

Yang Xin did not refuse, but generously took over the drawing board and said, "Thank you, classmate. Your painting is very good. I like it very much."

The boy continued, "I used to learn traditional Chinese painting, so I'm familiar with it. If you like it, I can draw more." The boy said and turned his head to Qian Zifan beside him and said with a smile, "Now you can start."