Genius commoner

Chapter 271

The wind blows slowly, the drawing paper shakes slightly, and the girl seems to be moving. The light projection is very beautiful.

"it's beautiful!"

Jiang Jingyao and Gongsunjia lost their voices almost at the same time. Every girl has experience on swings. This painting immediately made them feel like they had regained their childhood.

Even Yan Xiyan and Zhang Zuimo had soft eyes.

Shen Wanqian and Song Jincheng also expressed their praise, every girl has a swing dream, and every boy has a dreamy swing goddess.

They have imagined more than once, standing behind the swing and gently pushing the goddess.

Ye Zixuan was even more sad, as if thinking of that little girl.

"Okay, okay, beautiful painting, beautiful painting."

Mr. Zhang was the first to applaud: "All of a sudden, I am decades younger."

This painting obviously touched his heart, and he added with a smile without hesitation: "When I fell in love with Zuimo's grandma, I met him on a swing. Of course, the picture is not so beautiful. At that time, her grandma made Qianqiu in the village , a big tree, two ropes, a plank, and a person, it’s very fun to swing, but it’s not enough.”

The old man was very emotional and told his story calmly: "She asked the passerby to help me. I thought she was not very pleasing to the eye, so I stepped forward and kicked her out. Seven or eight meters tall, with a broken forehead and two broken teeth, her mother said she was disfigured, and forced me to marry her with a kitchen knife, but I had no choice but to get married."

"So this swing is really the old man's matchmaker."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words, and then applauded one after another. They gave gifts to the old man of the Zhang family and also to Chen Yuanyuan.

After sanitizing his hands, Chen Yuanyuan smiled faintly, walked up to Song Tianru and sat down next to him: "This painting is dedicated to Mr. Zhang. I hope you will stay young forever and maintain a childlike innocence." Then he looked at Mr. Ye and said softly: "Old Ye, in two days, I will draw you a picture of galloping horses, and then I will personally send it to Ye's house to make up for today's rudeness."

Ye Wufeng smiled and waved his hands with a relieved expression: "Old Zhang likes it, let him take it. I'm too old to argue with him. Besides, I'm happy tonight. I received a more precious gift." Glancing at Ye Zixuan, he smiled kindly: "My grandson, who has been away for 13 years, is back. He is the picture in my heart, the gift in my heart."

The corner of Song Tianru's mouth twitched, he glanced coldly at Ye Zixuan, and then regained his composure.

Mr. Zhang laughed loudly: "That's right, he has more important gifts."

"Old man, good things come in pairs. There should be another painting."

When Song Tianru's smile became colder, Ye Jianguo glanced at Ye Zixuan not far away, and then said to Ye Wufeng and Mr. Zhang: "You two old men, Mrs. Song showed extraordinary talents today, but I I still don't think it's fun enough, but I can't make Mrs. Song tired anymore, so I think I should find another person to paint."

The old man of the Zhang family immediately became interested when he heard the words:

"By the way, good things come in pairs. You can also let me accept the swing girl, so I can feel at ease. Otherwise, at your birthday banquet, I have it and you don't. It's not justified."

Ye Wufeng said lightly: "It doesn't matter, if you paint again, who can compare with Xiaoyuan?"

"Someone!"

Chen Jianguo pointed to Ye Zixuan in the distance: "The grandson that the old man just recognized, Tianlong, just now played the piano and became a blockbuster, full of talent."

"I heard that he can not only sing and play the piano, but also dabble in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

He smiled with deep meaning: "Today is the old man's birthday, and Tianlong, who has been away for many years, presents another painting. How warm and perfect."

Mr. Zhang widened his eyes and shouted happily: "Tianlong, you know how to draw? When did you learn it? Here is one, let me see how good it is."

Ye Zixuan instantly attracted the audience's attention.

Song Jincheng took a sip of the red wine, and it seemed that his flattery was taking effect.

Gongsun Jia and Jiang Jingyao also looked at Ye Zixuan with a different kind of amusement in their eyes.

When Chen Yuanyuan and the others looked at Ye Zixuan curiously, and when they asked about the recognition of their ancestors, Yan Xiyan, who was extremely protective of the calf, stepped forward and said, "Brother, Zixuan can play the piano, but he may not be able to draw. There is no need to take it like this." He came to make a fool of himself, and it's time for the banquet, everyone is hungry after waiting for so long, let's eat first."

Ye Jianguo smiled lightly: "Compared to seeing talent, what is a mere meal?"

Many people laughed and agreed.

"One-knowledge, one-knowledge."

Ye Reform coughed softly: "Even if you don't know how to draw, what's the point of drawing an egg casually, just for entertainment, to make Mr. Ye and Mr. Zhang happy?"

Yan Xiyan's pretty face tightened slightly: "Then why doesn't the second brother come out and dance for entertainment?"

Ye Jianguo frowned: "The third daughter-in-law, how do you talk? Tianlong came out for entertainment, and the second's dancing is a joke."

"Mom, I can draw."

Without waiting for Yan Xiyan to speak again, Ye Zixuan stepped forward at the right time. He didn't want his mother to be suppressed like this, and he wanted to gain a foothold for himself:
"I'll give you one too."

Ye Zixuan straightened his body slightly: "Drunk ink, help me serve ink."

Amidst Guan Changyi's frowning, Zhang Zuimo stood up without hesitation: "Okay."

Applause erupted from all around, waiting for Ye Zixuan's performance.

"Damn! Ye Shao is going to be magnificent again?"

Shen Wanqian, who was holding a white fan, looked excited. Ye Zixuan seemed to have come prepared, and quickly asked for more than a dozen pens, paper, and ink, and quickly asked for a long table to be placed. Four The probes of the screen were all gathered on the table. When Song Jincheng was curious about what Ye Zixuan would draw, Ye Zixuan took off his clothes with both hands, revealing two slender arms.

Afterwards, he put his hands in the poured hot water, and after warming his joints, he smiled slightly and picked up one of the brushes.

Zhang Zuimo smiled faintly: "Do you know how to draw?"

Ye Zixuan nodded lightly: "A little bit."

He thought of the talented Shangguan Ning again, and a little melancholy flashed in his heart. He didn't know if Xiaobai was doing well.Are you happy?
Zhang Zuimo smiled lightly: "I believe in you."

Under the disapproving eyes of Ye Jianguo and the others, Ye Zixuan whispered something to Zhang Zuimo, and then leaned over to draw.

Seeing his posture, Mr. Zhang said with a smile, "It looks a bit like that."

Yan Xiyan and Ye Huihuang looked at each other, smiled wryly and said nothing, as long as everyone is happy.

Song Forbidden City couldn't view it at close range, and could only watch it through the screen above his head. I saw Ye Zixuan's smile turned into a kind of solemnity, and there was an indescribable seriousness and concentration. Jiang Jingyao grabbed Song Jincheng's hand and asked softly:
"Can he paint? What will he paint?"

A smile bloomed on Song Jincheng's face, and he shook Jiang Jingyao's hand slightly to respond: "I don't know, he looks like a big hand, and it will take at least 5 minutes to catch the clue, because painting itself is a mysterious thing, I know, see , but I don’t know what it is, only after the last stroke is made, can I get a glimpse of the whole leopard!”

"It's just that the appearance is there. It's difficult to win attention."

Song Jincheng glanced at Chen Yuanyuan: "It's even more difficult to compete with my aunt."

He has seen a lot of Chen Yuanyuan's paintings, so he knows more or less.

With the passage of time, Ye Zixuan's swaying and various brushwork came at random, and everyone finally saw a little mystery from it.

This is a strong man with a straight body.

With a little bit of pen and ink, move as you like, in a short while, Ye Zixuan has embellished the charm of a strong man.

A tragic man stood on the snow-white paper in an instant. Although there was no color embellishment on the expression reflected in it, it had a different kind of windy beauty.

Expressive eyebrows and eyes!

Then, Ye Zixuan made a few more strokes, and the tragic man had an extra sword in his hand.

The man in the painting turned into an ancient general, full of killing intent.

The old man of the Zhang family stood up, with a hint of interest in his eyes: "It's interesting."

Ye Wufeng's calm eyes gradually became rippling, as if he also wanted to be amazed.

""Broken Time""

When Ye Zixuan continued to build the picture, Zhang Zuimo suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company."

"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, and the sound of fifty strings turning outside the fortress."

Following Zhang Zuimo's impassioned recitation, the paintbrush in Ye Zixuan's hand kept getting faster and faster, and the brush in his hand was moving, but the people on the paper seemed to change a little bit. Jiang Jingyao and Gongsunjia were stunned, and some didn't understand what happened. When I looked at it carefully, I was suddenly startled, the man on the paper seemed to have moved too!

Shen Wanqian opened the white fan, similarly surprised: "This person can move?"

Wei Zhanguo also widened his eyes: "This guy can indeed move."

Ye Huihuang and Yan Xiyan were also a little surprised, obviously seeing the magic.

Jiang Jingyao was also thoughtful: "Yes, there is a change. Just now the sword seems to be piercing, but now it seems to be sweeping across."

"Looking horizontally, it becomes a mountain and the side becomes a peak."

Chen Yuanyuan squinted his eyes, and said bluntly: "The effect of light, different positions, and different perceptions."

Shen Wanqian and the others suddenly realized, but they still showed a sense of admiration.

Ye Zixuan was still brushing like flying, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he was not affected by external praise at all, and ignored everyone's surprised eyes, focusing on the picture.

"In the autumn of the battlefield, soldiers are dispatched, Lu Feikuai is the horse, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."

When Zhang Zuimo's speech became faster and he recited the last two lines of poems, Ye Zixuan's paintbrush was even faster, swishing and swishing on the drawing paper. , Thousands of arrows are fired, the enemy fell one after another, the remnant soldiers were defeated, and retreated in embarrassment, the general took the lead and chased after the victory,,,

Ye Zixuan suddenly took the words and sentences, his momentum was like a rainbow, and his voice rolled over the audience:
"It's a pity that it happened for nothing to end the affairs of the king and win the fame of life and death!"

With the last word, Ye Zixuan made the last stroke.

"The general dances the sword, serves the country and is loyal."

(End of this chapter)