The Great Master of Picking Up Girls

Since Gong Dingzi was not aggressive either in his expression or in his tone of voice, even Gu Hengbo, who had a lot of experience, did not see Gong Dingzi's sinister intentions. As shown, in this way, she will live up to her thoughts of calling him in and helping him.

Zhang Dong frowned slightly. Once he showed his talent, it would be tantamount to changing history. There are a lot of things to do...

"What? Do you have any scruples, my lord? No matter whether the painting is good or bad, only the three of us know, besides, Miss Gu and I will never make fun of you." Gong Dingzi smiled, and tried every means to make Zhang Dong To make a big fool of himself, to exalt himself.

"Then I'll be ugly."

Zhang Dong secretly sneered, and made up his mind: change history, pursue the beauty, and then bring her back to modern times instead of taking her back with a single hair.

Spread a piece of drawing paper on the table, exuding an aura of world-class Confucianism, cast his gaze into Gu Hengbo's beautiful eyes, and said softly: "Miss Gu, my painting is also related to you, I hope Make you like it."

"I'll wait and see." Gu Hengbo smiled slightly.

But she didn't think that Zhang Dong's paintings could surpass Gong Dingzi's. After all, Gong Dingzi is a rare talent in this era, and there are almost no teenagers who can surpass him. Words are simply the finishing touch, turning such a painting into a masterpiece with inestimable value.

But Zhang Dong is unknown, even if he knows how to paint and write poetry, how can he have an outstanding performance?

"I'm also waiting to see the master's masterpiece, I think it will definitely be able to surpass my humble work."

A trace of disdain flashed in Gong Dingzi's eyes, and he said lightly.

"Mr. Gong, do you want to say that my class is a hacker?" Zhang Dong looked at Gong Dingzi coldly.

"No, no, I mean I'm an axe." Gong Dingzi said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let a talented person like you see what a class is." Zhang Dong finished with a sneer, ignored Gong Dingzi who was so angry that his nose was crooked, and started to paint.

He painted differently, holding a paintbrush in each of his left and right hands, and began to draw at a frighteningly fast speed.

Gu Hengbo was stunned, and Gong Dingzi was also stunned. He was painting with both hands at the same time. Don't say he has seen such a thing, even he has never heard of it. He is scribbling, right?

However, when they cast their eyes on the drawing paper, it was as if they were struck by thunder, and their whole bodies were numb and unable to move.

But I saw two paintbrushes quickly sketching on the screen, and an extremely beautiful picture was quickly presented. It was drizzling and the rainy alley was long. A beautiful girl passed by the rainy alley with an oiled paper umbrella. Her face Floating with sorrow, full of thoughts, and this girl is Gu Hengbo, who looks exactly the same, unbelievably lifelike, truly alive, and there is also a young boy on the screen, walking lonely in the rain alley, no doubt, This boy is Zhang Dong.

I don't know when, the drizzle outside has stopped, but there is the sound of rain from inside the painting, and the sound of crisp footsteps can also be heard from it, and the elegant fragrance is also wafting from the girl in the painting. Confused, the rainy alley is long...

After finishing the painting, Zhang Dong wrote a poem in the blank space with wild cursive:

Holding a paper umbrella, alone

Long and long hesitation

Lonely rain alley

I hope every time

Like a clove

Sad girl

She has

The same color as lilac

Fragrance like cloves

Sorrow like lilac

Lament in the rain

Sad and hesitating

She was hesitating in this lonely rain alley

Holding a paper umbrella

like me

Like me

walk silently

Cold, desolate, and melancholy

She approached silently

Approached, then cast

Taixi vision

She drifts by

Like a dream

Sad and confused like a dream

Drifting by in a dream

Lilac

This girl floats by my side

She was far away and far away silently

To the wall of the decadent

Walk through this rainy alley

In the mourning of the rain

Lost her color

Loose her fragrance

Dissipated, even her

Taixi-like vision

Lilac melancholy

Holding a paper umbrella, alone

Long and long hesitation

Lonely rain alley

I hope to drift

Like a clove

Sad girl

Although this poem is not a rhyming poem of this era, it is full of deep affection and is extraordinarily beautiful and moving, which can almost subvert the literary world of this era.

As for this wild cursive, there is no way to describe its beauty with pen and ink. It has truly reached a state that has never been seen before or since. Anyone who sees such a calligraphy will definitely fall into an obsessed realm of calligraphy art. wake up.

Such an unprecedented combination of paintings, poems, and calligraphy is unbelievably glamorous. It seems to contain the Dao, which cannot be made by humans, only gods have such abilities.It is countless times better than Gong Dingzi's works. If you have to compare, Zhang Dong's paintings are Haoyue, and Gong Dingzi's paintings are fireflies, even worse than fireflies.

Gu Hengbo stared at it with wide-eyed eyes, obsessively, and heart-poundingly. If someone else looked at such a painting, they would not fully understand the deep affection and love in it, but from the perspective of her client , the meaning is very different, because for the past half month, she met Zhang Dong every day in the rain alley, and Zhang Dong's obsessed and burning eyes could almost melt her. She only thought that Zhang Dong was a down-and-out scholar, a A passionate young man, fascinated by her peerless beauty.

But now she clearly knows that Zhang Dong's longing, that innocence, that affection, and his wish to hold hands with her can really move the world!

Never dreamed that he turned out to be such a talented man, but why didn't he become famous?

Gong Dingzi looked at such an unprecedented and unprecedented masterpiece in shock, with deep shame on his face, wishing he could bump his head to death here. He actually wanted to belittle such a peerless talent who surpassed all painters and calligraphers in history. The next step is self-defeating and self-defeating.

"Miss Gu, you are so beautiful, but my paintings still haven't fully revealed your beauty."

Zhang Dong put down his pen and whispered to the beauty standing beside him who was obsessed with the painting.

Gu Hengbo woke up with a start, smiled shyly, and cast his gaze like autumn water on Zhang Dong's handsome face, and said in admiration, "My lord, you are too modest, your talent makes me stand tall..."

"Miss Gu, I have the same admiration for you. If I don't see you one day, I will be lost and I don't know how to live." Zhang Dong said softly.

"Young Master..." Gu Hengbo's face was full of shyness, and his eyes were full of spring.

The two chatted like this, and Gong Dingzi was completely reduced to a theatergoer.

(Second update, asking for monthly tickets and red tickets.)