Chapter 37 037: The Guer has a problem (Part 1)
Shen Tang felt unhappy when he heard this.
She can endure it if she is told that she is not good at singing, but cannot bear it if she is told that she is not good at painting. That was the skill she once had for eating!
You can’t question her professionalism!
I choked back: "Why can't my 'painting' work?"
Qi Shan even wanted to ask,——
Where can she draw well?
It’s almost like a three-year-old child scribbling.
He said straightforwardly: "Everywhere is not good, and there is no place that is good."
The painter who taught Shen Xiaolangjun painting skills simply misled his disciples.
Shen Tang slapped the painting table loudly, with anger written on his face, and bluntly provocative: "Qi Yuanliang, you can do it!"
Seeing that Shen Tang was still stubborn, Qi Shan was also picked on Arouse the competitive spirit that has been suppressed for many years. Dangji reached out to hold the pen and spread out a new drawing paper with the other hand. The tip of the pen was full of ink, and he started painting without thinking: "Shen Xiaolangjun warmly invited you, and the good had to show its ugliness."
With just a few strokes, the landscape, flowers and birds were outlined.
Although his paintings are simple, a stroke here and a stroke there give people the illusion that "I can draw it with a brush", but compared with Shen Tang's little figure painting, it is really The difference is cloud and mud. I wish I could finish the painting with satisfaction. Fortunately, my painting skills have not deteriorated too much.
Shen Tang snorted and challenged: "That's it?"
Qishan: "..."
With such a big gap, why are you so stubborn?
"Although I have no talent, I have been traveling around all these years, and my painting skills have been ruined a lot, but compared with you, Shen Xiaolangjun..." Qi Shan hesitated, leaving the listener to figure out the unfinished meaning. Anyone who is not blind can tell which painting is better.
Few people know that he was better at painting when he was a teenager.
Some calligraphers and painters once said that his paintings have the essence of the words of the layman Mojie - the mountains are colorful from a distance, the water is silent when up close, the flowers are still there after spring, and the birds are not surprised when people come. . It's a pity that there is no "painting spirit" or "painting heart" in the world. If there were, the quality would be excellent.
Who knows that Shen Tang is still stubborn and refuses to admit it, and he still says: "Huh, it's time to show you my real painting skills."
Qishan became interested: "We'll see."< br>
Shen Tang picked up the picture of the little man again and painted on the basis of the draft, showing a confident attitude that would impress Qi Shan. Qi Shan stepped aside, leaving Shen Tang room to play. He sat on one side and watched, his expression getting weirder and weirder.
He also thought that Shen Xiaolangjun was preparing to express his desire and suppress it first, using the gap between the front and back to express his painting skills of turning decay into magic.
Result——
It's still the same little person picture, but the little person on the little person picture has many more details, but the character still has the big black round head, and the body and limbs are still simple. If there is any difference, it's probably that the "anxious" atmosphere that hits us is getting stronger.
Still very sexy.
Qishan spent half a quarter of an hour watching Shen Tang finish drawing a series of movements of the little figure - entering the door, taking off his clothes and clothes, climbing on the bed to make a concave shape. Then a second little figure came into the room, and he also took off his clothes and clothes. The same concave shape as he climbed onto the bed, the same...
Qi Shan quickly grabbed Shen Tang's wrist and stopped her from continuing to paint.
Shocked and asked: "What are you drawing?"
Shen Tang said matter-of-factly: "The secret play picture."
Qishan was almost speechless: "..."
He opened his eyes in disbelief, looked at Shen Tang's face, and then looked at Looking at the little man who is connected in series and looks like he can move, I couldn't hold back a word in my throat for a long time. Qi Shan never imagined that what Shen Xiaolangjun drew was actually a secret play with movements.
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Please bear with the impulse of the veins on your forehead jumping wildly.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to say that Shen Xiaolang didn't want to make progress in painting the secret drama, or that his painting skills were poor and he had the courage to show it off.
He took a deep breath and said with a smile: "If the secret play pictures are all good, men and women in this world will not care about it."
The artistic conception has no artistic conception, it must be hazy. Not hazy. If the newlyweds were enlightened by this secret play, they would probably not even know what the harmony of yin and yang is.
Shen Tang: “…”
This guy was so mean and didn't get beaten to death!
She said seriously: "Yuanliang, you can't appreciate it."
Look at her splashing ink and moving her pen smoothly.
Look at these lines, this layout, this artistic conception!
How can you make a living by painting if you are not good at painting?
Now it was my turn to pray for kindness and I was speechless.
He suddenly realized that Mr. Shen Xiaolang didn’t look like a tough-talking duck. He looked magnanimous and confident. His eyes looked at him with a bit of sadness about “your aesthetic deformity”. He didn’t seem to know the gap and didn’t care. He was willing to admit defeat, but it was like——
An absurd guess came to Qi Shan’s mind——Shen Xiaolangjun is bad without knowing it, and he really thinks that he is good at painting?
He was making innuendoes, and that was indeed the case.
Another long moment of silence, I don’t know where to start.
He looked at Shen Xiaolangjun's head with sympathy on his face and promised her: "When I have more money in the future, I will find a good doctor to see you more. Early treatment will make you better. If you delay it for a long time, your condition will be delayed!"
Shen Tang: "..."
Her intuition told her that Qishan's words were not human words.
Turning around the corner and calling her mentally ill?
Qishan also sensed the interest and changed the subject before Shen Tang exploded: "Why is Mr. Shen Xiaolang suddenly interested in secret play pictures?"
Let’s just say Mr. Shen Xiaolang is lustful. People still think such paintings look good. What kind of dandy can have such an aesthetic?
But let’s be serious...which serious gentleman would remain calm and unashamed when surrounded by people drawing pictures of secret scenes?
Shen Tang replied: "The job I took from the bookstore was to paint a portrait of a shopkeeper in Yuehua Building. The reward was not low."
Life is not easy, Tangtang sigh.
Qishan's expression became more and more weird, and he asked a very important question: "The shopkeeper of the bookstore, did he not test your painting skills?"
When did those shopkeepers become so easy to talk to?
When he was living in poverty, he would go to bookstores to take orders, usually for small jobs such as copying spiritual books and writing family letters for others. The reward for portraits would be more generous, and among them, he would pay for their portraits. The most generous jobs are also the ones that are scrambled for.
But the money is not easy to earn either.
As people pay a lot of money, the demands are naturally overwhelming. How did Shen Xiaolangjun get a job with his poor painting skills?
Shen Tang replied: "No."
Qishan was surprised. He was worried that Shen Tang might have met a liar, so he said: "...Restore the scene at that time."
Shen Tang did as he was told.
After hearing this, he understood what was going on.
It all depends on luck and the blindness of the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was lucky enough to pass this test, but the waiter couldn't fool him. You must know that this kind of painting is related to their future business, reputation, and face. Naturally, they strive for excellence and have very strict requirements on the painter's painting skills. Shen Xiaolangjun was so poor that his money bag jingled. Where did the paper, pen and ink on the table come from?
Shen Tang was dissatisfied: "This is obviously a job I won based on my own ability. It would be unjust for Yuan Liang to hit people like this..."
"I am also thinking about Shen Xiaolangjun's life. If you really want to take advantage of you..." When you submit these pictures, believe it or not, the waiter got so angry that he summoned a group of thugs from Yuehua Tower to tear you down?"
After seeing these words, the changes were completed.
(End of this chapter)