Durin's Diary

Chapter 446: Painting Poems

"What do you mean by a quarter?"

"Ah, this is Chang Tang's word. In our Xilu language, it means 25 percent."

At this point, Du Lin pointed to the painting in front of him and said: "What I'm drawing now is just a rough draft, and it will need to be revised later."

Mr. Wilson seemed a little confused: "It's already such a good painting, does it still need to be repaired?"

"Of course." Du Lin said, waving his hand: "Mr. Wilson, come to dinner with me. Don't treat yourself badly."

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After leaving Czerny House, Wilson Fireshell did not go home immediately, but went to the painter's salon.

As soon as he entered the room, an old Ganei laughed and said, "Isn't this our Red Dragon Mr. Wilson? Tell us, what's going on with you today? Why did you come to the salon? Are you here to see if we old immortals are slacking off today?"

"Stop talking, brothers. I think I encountered the hand of God today." Wilson didn't speak human language, but blurted out vicious words.

"What God's Hand? I haven't heard of any God's Hand coming here these days." Old Deer, who was sitting on the sofa, asked curiously.

"The God's Hand of the Czerny family." Wilson took the wine handed over by old Ghani and drank it all.

Old Ganai was stunned. "Isn't Master Czerny a musician? I admit his music is indeed top-notch, but he doesn't paint, right?"

"But his last apprentice could draw."

"You mean Lord Doolin Elsh?"

This time, everyone present remembered the meaning of this name. Some people were surprised: "Something is wrong. Isn't Lord Du Lin a movie director?"

Someone was puzzled: "I heard that Lord Du Lin is obviously a master craftsman."

Someone else pondered for a moment: "No, he's obviously not a legendary warlock."

Old Ganai, who was beside Wilson, looked at everyone seriously and said, "But I clearly remember that Mr. Du Lin was Mr. Czerny's most valued apprentice, and he achieved the status of a musical master very early on."

"Is there a possibility that the Du Lin in your eyes is actually the same person?" Wilson said here and recounted everything he saw at Czerny's house.

When Wilson heard that Du Lin painted a three-meter-long painting in half a day by himself, and the quality was very good, and most importantly, he personally admitted that it was just a rough painting and needed further processing, everyone in the salon laughed.

"My friend, I told you that the dwarf's wine is not something that ordinary people can drink. It is too intoxicating." Old Ganai sat down.

"I'm not lying to you! If you're brave enough, come with me to Czerny's house tomorrow to meet him!"

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Many people in the salon took Verney's words as drunken talk, but some felt that there was nothing to lose by following the red dragon.

So the next day, more than a dozen painters who had not been commissioned followed Wilson to Czerny's house.

After hearing the purpose of their visit, Du Lin also felt that they were guests, so he invited them into the hall to take a look.

Half an hour later, Czerny, returning from classes at the local college, looked at the dozen or so men, young and old, sitting on mats in the living room of his house and sighed, "What's wrong with you?"

"We're truly overstepping our bounds by sitting before Lord God's Hand," sighed Old Ganai, standing beside Wilson. "Hey, Sebastian, when did you finally learn to spit ivory from a dog's mouth?" Czerny said, using the latest Chang Tang proverbs, laughing. He clapped his hands, "Since you're here, I'm having a dinner tonight. You must stay for a simple meal."

After saying that, Czerny turned and left, apparently preparing to ask the servants to buy ingredients for the family dinner that evening.

"Now you understand why I drank so much last night, right?" Wilson sighed as he sat on the mat. "Czerny, my old friend, doesn't have any children. But look at Lord Durin. He has a student like this. Why would I need children? None of those useless kids I gave birth to can compare to Lord Durin."

After he said this, everyone felt a little sympathetic - indeed, their own children were such ugly kids, and this Czerny's student was such a talented person.

There's no way to compare.

Thinking of this, Sebastian looked at his old friend: "Lord Durin finished the painting in just two days... He said he needs to revise the whole painting. How will it be revised?"

"Who knows? Anyway, just watch the God's Hand show off his skills."

As soon as the two finished talking, they saw Du Lin stop writing.

What appeared before them were twenty-one lifelike kings, their joys, sorrows, anger, and every smile and frown were all on the canvas.

"If I could paint a picture like this, my life would be worth it." Someone sighed.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it." Someone sighed.

Du Lin turned around and smiled, "His Majesty Hake will be here tomorrow. I will have to personally receive him and Lady Gala. I'm sorry, I won't be able to receive you tomorrow."

"No, no, I've disturbed you by coming here these two days." Wilson replied guiltily.

In his opinion, Lord Durin, the Candle Dragon, did not mind their presence here to disturb his ideas, and was willing to let them sit on the mat to watch his performance, and was even willing to let them talk in a low voice. This was the greatest mercy and gift of the Hand of God to mortals.

"It's okay. I'll start my intensive training the day after tomorrow, and you can come and see me then. But I can't do it tomorrow because I have to entertain the royal family." Having said that, Du Lin rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's stop here for today. I'll cook you some long Tang dishes myself. I learned this from the Everburning Nest."

By the time Du Lin left, the people sitting on the mats had not yet reacted.

After a long while, Wilson looked at Sebastian who was sitting next to him and said, "Lord Durin said... he wants to cook. Did I hear that correctly?"

"I'd love to say you misheard, but my conscience and morals tell me it's best not to spread rumors about a legend, because those who do so always die miserably." Sebastian said, looking at his old friend. "How about we wait a little longer?"

Then of course you have to wait.

As an artist, it is normal to have no fixed meal schedule.

So when the delicious meal at Czerny's mansion was served, the painters sitting on both sides of the long table were all dumbfounded.

"Hey, Czerny, is this really something an old dog like me can eat?" Sebastian lowered his voice and asked in a low voice while looking at Czerny sitting in the main seat.

"Why can't we eat it? This is clearly a treat for you. Du Lin showed off his skills today. Many of these dishes were made by him."

"It's amazing to be young." After thinking for a long time, Sebastian and Wilson finally sighed with the same mind.

Because there is really no way to explain it. You see, for others, it is a normal question to ask what they can't do.

But it is a normal question to ask Mr. Dühring what he cannot do.

(End of this chapter)