Chapter 375: Happy Birthday in the Painting

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Chapter 375: Happy Birthday in the Painting

Inside the house, most of the people's eyes gathered.

Even the second grandfather of the Ye family, who closed his eyes and rested, looked at Ye Hao and the pen in Ye Hao's hand.

"I feel like his movements are very skilled."

"Maybe he really can draw."

The others whispered softly.

Hu Lijing said unwillingly: "He... he must be pretending. What's wrong with drawing, anyone can draw! But if you can't draw well, it's useless!"

"Enough. Don't be ashamed here."

A deep voice came from Hu Lijing's ear.

Hu Lijing turned her head, not knowing when, the old man Hu was already standing behind her.

"Grandpa..." Hu Lijing whispered

The old man Hu glared at her; "Don't talk while others are painting!"

Hu Lijing lowered her head and stepped aside.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

Unwilling, angry, jealous.

All kinds of emotions gathered in her heart.

"Xiao Liu. Can you see how this kid's painting skills are?" Mr. Hu still couldn't contain his curiosity, he pulled the Mr. Liu beside him, and said in a low voice.

Mr. Liu watched Ye Hao's movements, and watched the brush dipped in ink swirl the dragon and snake on the scroll.

He shook his head: "I'm doing appraisals. I mainly appraise the historical value of an item. Although I have a little research on calligraphy and painting, I still don't judge it well."

Ten minutes have passed.

"It's weird. This kid doesn't seem to have stopped since he started writing just now. He doesn't even need to think about it?" a guest murmured doubtfully.

A person who has a little understanding of calligraphy and painting said: "When he draws like this, it is easy to draw in the middle, and the entire composition collapses. This is a fatal mistake for novice painters, too impatient."

"Then isn't there a direct painting like him?" Someone asked.

The man hesitated for a moment: "Yes, yes. But those are all great painters that have been passed down in the world, just like our contemporary master of ink painting, Master Qi Shanhe, who used to paint within an hour without stopping. A picture!"

"An hour? I'll go, this will make us wait for an hour." An impatient person frowned.

"It shouldn't take an hour. After all, he is not a master. He will soon collapse and it will be over. I think it will take another ten minutes at most." The man said confidently.

A moment, ten minutes passed.

The pen in Ye Hao's hand has not stopped.

A rough outline had already appeared on the rice paper, like a landscape painting, as well as lakes, wooden bridges, courtyards, and people.

Another ten minutes passed.

An attendant from the back kitchen approached the lake and said, "Master, the back kitchen's dishes are all ready. Do you think?"

Hu Sihai glanced at his father, those eyes were already shining, he knew his father, which means that he was immersed in it.

At this time, what he hates most is that others disturb him.

Hu Sihai whispered: "Arrange someone to set up the banquet first, and pay attention to the sound of footsteps."

"Yes."

The guest who said that Ye Hao could only draw like this for ten minutes was now wiping away his sweat in embarrassment, looking at the chuckling eyes of others.

He whispered awkwardly; "No, this young man should not have such good painting skills at such a young age."

At this moment, the brush in Ye Hao's hand finally stopped.

"Look. I knew he couldn't do it." The man exclaimed excitedly, as if he had guessed the jackpot.

A tall man next to him looked at him with the eyes of an idiot: "Are you stupid, everyone has finished painting?"

painting...finished?

The man was stunned, and stood on tiptoe to look, but he could only see the figure of the young man, not the picture on the table.

When he was in a hurry, he simply lifted a stool next to him and stepped on it under his feet, and now he could see the picture clearly.

When he saw the painting on the scroll, the expression on his face stiffened.

"Okay, okay, okay." Mr. Liu blushed, looked at the painting, and clapped his hands: "I didn't expect you, sir, to have such painting skills. This lake painting is lifelike, and the ripples and the fish are even more so. It's meticulous. And the house and the ancient road give people a different feeling. I just don't know why, I feel that this painting looks like deja vu."

Speaking, Mr. Liu rubbed his chin, thinking there.

"Isn't this lake the West Lake, isn't this ancient house the Hufu! Look at the people painted in this palm-sized yard, it's like someone is praying for birthday!" A man with sharp eyes pointed at the picture on the scroll in surprise. shouted the house.

When he said this, everyone around him exclaimed in surprise.

The inside of the mansion was really like their scene at this time. An old man with a smile was sitting on a chair, and everyone below bowed their hands to pray for their birthday.

"Miaozai, Miaozai. Although I don't know much about painting skills, sir, this skill is really good." Mr. Liu clasped his fists with both hands and looked at Ye Hao with admiration.

Others looked at Ye Hao with admiration on their faces.

Made it in half an hour

Painting, this painting is still the scene of the old man of the West Lake Lake Fuhu praying for his birthday, which can be said to be wonderful.

"It's too much." Ye Hao smiled modestly. In fact, he was standing in front of the white paper just now, just thinking about what to draw. After thinking about what to draw, he had already drawn a drawing in his mind in advance.

Maybe that's what it means to be confident.

But when he was painting just now, he actually had a feeling of heat in his right hand, and that feeling made his painting level improve a lot.

For example, with his painting skills, the completion rate of his paintings can reach 100%.

And just now he just showed 150% of his strength!

All this is wished with his right hand.

But now was not the time to discuss his right hand, he shook off the thoughts in his mind.

Turning his head, he looked at the Lake Regent and the David.

"I don't know if this painting is enough to compensate you for the painting."

David's face was ashen, as if he had eaten rat poison.

As for Hu Lijing, if eyes could kill, Ye Hao would have died on the spot.

"Okay. This painting is not bad, I accept it. This is my birthday banquet. You give me some face, and this matter will disappear." The old man Hu said, and the others did not dare to say anything more. .

Old Man Hu walked to Ye Hao's side and looked at the painting carefully, his eyes were full of love, but he frowned.

"Why do I have the feeling that something is missing. This corner can obviously be painted with another flower and bird tree." The old man Hu pointed to the lower right corner and looked at Ye Hao puzzled.

Ye Hao smiled and picked up the brush again.

"This painting is my apology, but I haven't given you a gift today, Xiaosheng. So my gift is just a word, and I hope that Mrs. Hu will not dislike it."

inscription!

The few people around who knew how to draw were surprised.

To know that inscription on a painting, it is not only simple to write a little calligraphy, it requires a very high foundation.

Because there is a painting next to you, your words need to be matched with the painting. If the meaning of the painting is stillness, but your words are like a tiger descending a mountain, it will give people a feeling of contradiction.

"Okay. Everyone knows that Lao Hu likes writing, but I can't understand drawing, but I have practiced writing for more than ten years." Mr. Hu looked at Ye Hao with a smile.

Ye Hao smiled without saying a word, and the pen in his hand began to move.

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