Chapter 773 You Will Regret It!

There are many fans who like Ye Wanxi, and there are also many who are keen to black her.

As early as when Grandpa Lu suddenly proposed to let Ye Wanxi draw a picture to look at, many black fans heard the news and made a fuss about Ye Wanxi's embarrassment in advance.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wanxi not only drew it, but also drew it beautifully, which bankrupted the plans of the black fans in advance.

Seeing that there is no way to go black with big talk, they can only turn their guns and characterize everything as a script.

After all, even if ordinary people hear someone talk about their paintings and sincerely praise them, at most they will think that this person knows the goods and lead him as a bosom friend.

Whenever they come up, they ask if they can draw, and even ask someone to draw a picture for him to see. The topic is too blunt, and they can't think of anything else except the script that was arranged early.

However, it turns out that some people's minds are just that leaps and bounds.

Mr. Lu gradually calmed down the indifference on his face as early as Ye Wanxi started painting, and when Ye Wanxi stopped writing, he stepped forward to see the composition and overall artistic conception of the whole painting immediately.

As a result, the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the two little figures painted behind it were indescribably obtrusive.

"You draw well, but it's just superfluous. It's a pity."

Subconsciously, these two villains are a bit redundant, it would be better if they didn't draw just now.

Ye Wanxi heard it, but she smiled and didn't answer.

At first the big brother asked her to draw a person, but she really didn't see his intention.

It wasn't until he asked her to add another person for the second time, and emphasized pairing, that no matter how slow she was, she understood what he meant.

That's why she made up another girl, and arranged for the two to hold an umbrella side by side.

She was not a particularly powerful master of painting, so she naturally came out of her joy when she painted this painting, and happiness was the most important thing.

"Brother, write a few words." Ye Wanxi handed the brush in her hand to Feng Tianyu.

Although she draws better than her senior brothers, her handwriting is not as good as her senior senior brothers.

Feng Tianyu took the pen and asked, "What are you writing?"

"It's up to you."

Hearing the words, Feng Tianyu took a deep look at her, and picked up a pen to write a familiar poem on the upper right side of the painting.

[Tonight, when is Xixi, the boat is in the middle of the stream. What day is it today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince. Be ashamed and be good, don't be ashamed. I was so upset that I learned about the prince. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king does not know it. 】

This is a poem in "Songs of Chu Yueren", which tells the sincere love of a Yue girl for a prince.

Because of this meaning, this poem, especially the last two lines of the poem, is often used as a confession.

After Ye Wanxi saw the poem written by Feng Tianyu, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she secretly thought that when she left later, she had to take this umbrella home as a souvenir!

Old Master Lu was a little surprised when he saw Feng Tianyu's handwriting, and he sighed in admiration: "Good handwriting, good handwriting! You can write such good handwriting at such a young age, I'm afraid you must have practiced it since childhood."

Feng Tianyu didn't say anything, it's true to say that, although he hasn't practiced this thing much in this life, he was a little rusty when he just held the pen.

But he lived for hundreds of years in his previous life, and he can't even write a few big characters. Isn't it too shameful?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mr. Lu thought he had guessed it right, and then he seemed to think of something, shook his head and said, "Even if you practiced it from a young age, it takes a certain amount of talent to be able to write like this, and so is painting..."

Mr. Lu straightened his back suddenly, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "I see that you both have some talents in calligraphy and painting, do you want to come under my door and learn calligraphy and painting with me? I promise, within ten days In this year, you will definitely shine in the painting and calligraphy world."

The two of Ye Wanxi: "???" What's going on? Aren't they on the show? Why did he suddenly put away his disciples so well?

Sister Lu, who has been serving as the background wall, is also confused. There are two generations of her family, up to her father and a few uncles, and down to their older brothers and sisters. Few of them have inherited the painting talent of their grandfather. of.

Her grandfather did have a few proud pupils, and it is said that they are all well-known in the painting and calligraphy circles. Therefore, many people tried to ask his grandfather to be their teacher and learn painting from him.

Her grandfather was already old and declined on the grounds that he didn't have the energy to teach students anymore.

Now it's just a handicraft promotion in cooperation with the program group, which has caused her grandfather to make an exception and chase after other young people to recruit apprentices.

For a moment, Sister Lu wondered if she was hallucinating, and looked at Ye Wanxi and the two with a little more subtlety.

The two of Ye Wanxi and Ye Wanxi were surprised, but they quickly reacted and declined, "Thank you for your kindness. We are just writing and drawing for fun. We have never thought of pursuing this kind of career. You still..."

Before Ye Wanxi finished speaking, she was severely interrupted by Mr. Lu: "What are you painting for fun? This is art. How can you just play it if you say it?"

Ye Wanxi's eyelids twitched, and she hastened to make up for it: "Yes, yes, art should not be profane, it's because I couldn't explain clearly. What I mean is that we are all amateurs, and we never thought about developing in this area, so we might let you down kindness."

The old man is still unwilling to give up: "Which professional master has not changed from amateur bit by bit? Even now, if you go to those painting and calligraphy associations and ask, how many dare to pat their chests and say that they are professional? Being unprofessional does not lie in the evaluation of others, but in one's own strength."

"Even so, we cannot recognize you as a teacher."

"Why?"

"Because we have a master."

Mr. Lu's eyes brightened slightly: "Who? Which national player is it? The surname is Xu or the surname Qi. Could it be that bastard surnamed Lin?"

"No, our master is just an ordinary person with no reputation, and he has passed away."

Ye Wanxi was afraid that the old man would be competitive, so she suddenly said that she wanted to see their master, and blocked the way ahead of time.

Sure enough, when Mr. Lu heard her words, he immediately showed a little regretful expression, but soon he cheered up again, ready to move: "Since your master has already..."

"grandfather!"

Before Mr. Lu finished speaking, he was interrupted by his granddaughter.

"Since people don't want to, why do you force others to make things difficult?"

Mr. Lu choked, and suddenly felt a little helpless.

Usually others are begging him, how can it be like these two people who are not willing to ask for it?

"Really don't want to?"

Ye Wanxi smiled lightly and shook her head.

"Do you know who I am?"

Ye Wanxi shook her head again.

Mr. Lu took a deep breath. After all, he didn't do the thing of bragging about his identity and accepting apprentices. He snorted arrogantly, and said harshly: "You will regret it!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left angrily. After walking two steps, he turned around and added: "I will definitely regret it."

Ye Wanxi and the others: "..."