Chapter 1042 Commentary

The teacher loves the senior sister, and the gifts prepared are the best. When he first returned to Beijing, when he checked the items, he saw a few brocades that the teacher bought when he was traveling. They were extremely gorgeous and special. Although they were beautiful, they were not suitable for senior sister.

However, what the teacher said at the time was that this thing is good, to make a dowry for the big sister...

He was almost certain that he had heard it right.

Later, I asked the teacher inexplicably, and the teacher refused to admit that he had said this...

Strange! Weird!

The teacher's relieved and joke-like expression at this moment is even more strange!

They have secrets...

Xiao Yurong was beating a drum in his heart, trying hard to think about the key points. At this time, the students outside were also eager to move, and they were even more curious about the big disciple Mo Chusheng.

Immediately, someone else stood up and wanted to learn painting and calligraphy with Xie Qiao.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to discuss with Xie Qiao. The one who shot just now was a young master from the Gulan Academy, and the one who came forward at the moment was quite talented and famous in Beijing. Forty or so.

Xie Qiao also responded.

However, her energy is limited, so she simply explained to the outside world that it is only the last time, if there are other people who are eager to learn, they can participate together.

Paint with the lake in front of you.

Xie Qiao was still a little nervous, worried that the eyes of the people here were too good, and at a glance, she could see the similarities between her and Yun Wei's pen.

After all, it is really difficult to completely change the painting style. Even if the left and right hands are changed, this subtle habit will still fall into the painting, making people suspicious.

Good thing...

She is Mo Chusheng, and she is not too young. Even if it is discovered that she is the same person as Yun Wei, the price difference of this painting should not be too big...

Xie Qiao was also very helpless. In normal times, she would have restrained herself and been careful, but the teacher was here and she had not been tested for her studies for many years, so she really didn't want to embarrass the teacher.

She sighed, and others looked at her as if she was being embarrassed.

Xie Qiao looked at the lake view, thought for a while, and wrote down.

Xie Pinghuai was quite disciplined, and even took the initiative to step up to grind ink for Xie Qiao. He had been a young ink grinder by Xiao Yurong's side for a long time, and his ability to grind ink was still very good.

Far and near virtual reality, sway freely.

Zhao Xuanjing couldn't help but relax when he watched Xie Qiao's painting scene.

She has such charm, which makes people calm and peaceful.

Xie Qiao's painting is realistic. If she wants a lake scene, she paints the lake scene. She writes flowers, flows smoothly, and finishes quickly.

After it was over, I waited another quarter of an hour for others to display the flowers and evaluate them individually.

I have to say that those who come to Bafangyuan dare to show their skills are very good. Just look at the paintings, some of them are magnificent, some of them are exquisite, and the dripping ink is very wonderful.

But almost everyone looked at Xie Qiao's painting first.

Her strength made people curious, and everyone wanted to know the gap between herself and the great disciple of Li Shiyan.

However, when he saw it, he was surprised.

This painting... At first glance, it is unremarkable, the scenery is not exaggerated, and everything is flat.

However, after taking a closer look, I feel that the composition is very delicate, and there is no flaw in every detail!

On the other side of the lake, there was an old man who sighed and swept away the leaves. The old man was bent over, and he seemed to be able to clearly see his sorrowful expression. The old man was not far away, and the wind was rushing back to the wind, blowing the leaves, making people feel I couldn't help feeling a little bit uncomfortable for the old man.