Mi Feixue has no talent in traditional arts. Mi August knows it best and understands it deeply.
Obviously Mi Feixue can always come out on top with perfect answers in her schoolwork or night-time exams, but she is really asked to write a poem that conforms to traditional aesthetics and paint a picture with profound artistic conception. The painting was really embarrassing for her and the teacher who was reviewing the question.
Anyone who has read Mi Feixue's works will be deeply impressed by her works, and they will definitely be able to recognize the author at a glance no matter how they read her works in the future.
It's like the Xue family's nursery rhymes that are circulated among the Night Travelers, and it's like the painting that makes everyone speechless now.
Provided by Dongjia Zhuangyu, on the fine Xigang paper, there are a bunch of... abstract stick figures drawn on it.
As more and more people came to look at the paintings, the eerie silence became thicker.
At this time, a cry of "Great painting!" was like thunder falling to the ground, waking everyone up.
The person who came was none other than one of Zhuang Yu’s dandy friends.
He looked at the paintings on the table with intense eyes, and the sweat on his forehead did not seem to be fake, as if he was looking at some masterpiece. He said twice in succession, "What a painting! It's really a painting! Look at this." The unique style and flowing brushwork are the first of its kind in my life!"
The literati all changed their colors.
Some of them were still calm and managed to maintain their expressions.
Some of them were showing their temperament, some were holding their chests to show their conscience aches, some were confused, and if they were unsure, they looked at the paintings to make sure they were not blind or had aesthetic problems. Some pointed at the dude, their fingers trembling in mid-air, and they almost cursed.
Another dude with a strong desire to survive continued to praise, "Well said! Moreover, the artistic conception of this painting is far-reaching, perfectly integrating the unrestrained and wild with the delicate and precise. At first glance, it seems that it is just a casual sway, but in fact, every character They are all lifelike. They depict our situation at this time, but they also reflect the various aspects of life. ”
Literati! People: "..."
The last dude did not lag behind, "One eye is a masterpiece, two eyes are a masterpiece, three eyes are a blessing, the aura is ready to come out, it is immersive and can be drawn into such a painting I am really lucky, and it all comes to my mind!" With tears in his eyes, he raised his glass and toasted to Mi Feixue, raising his head and taking a deep breath.
Literati: "……………………"
Mi August smiled half-heartedly, finding it a bit funny. If she was the one involved in this matter, if she were to make the decision, it wouldn't matter now. never mind.
But today’s protagonist is Mi Feixue. The main thing is to see if the baby has calmed down.
Mi August looked at Mi Feixue and couldn't help but smile.
Although Mi Feixue still had an expressionless face, the subtle changes in facial muscles could not escape Mi August, who was familiar with her. Look at the raised eyebrows and relaxed lips, it was a sign of praise.
At this time, Mi Feixue secretly looked towards her and met Mi August's eyes.
That eager little expression is clearly a restrained look of a child who has been praised outside and wants to show off to his parents.
Mi August gave her a smile of recognition and encouragement.
Mi Feixue couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.
The dudes who were staring closely at them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.
"Absurd!"
Suddenly, an angry voice interrupted the rejuvenating atmosphere.
“!”
A dandy immediately rushed to the speaking scholar and covered his mouth.
Scholar: "...Hmm!?"
However, one person has been covered up, and there are other literati who have maintained their own character.
"Even the work of a three-year-old naughty boy is better than this."
When the dandies heard this, their expressions were as if they were mourning for their heirs.
Mi Feixue’s face tightened.
With the first person, there will be more comments that follow.
They not only accused the painting of being crude, but also accused Mi Feixue of being perfunctory. ——This strange young man created such a crude and poorly made painting. I’m afraid he wasn’t deliberately belittling and teasing them!
——If you approve of such a work, it will not only insult your own aesthetic talent, but also be like being slapped on the left cheek, and then slap the right cheek on your own!
A pair of eyes full of dissatisfaction and condemnation fell on Mi Feixue.
Mi Feixue's face became increasingly gloomy, and her gray-black eyes showed no emotion. The eyes of the scholar who accidentally met hers moved away as if they had been stung.
Zhuang Yu and the others, who had seen Mi Feixue's temperament, were already trembling.
"Master Feng, what are you doing?!"
A cry of surprise came.
Everyone looked around and saw that Mr. Feng, one of the dandies, had already stepped out of the window with one foot, and was about to commit the horrific act of jumping out of the window.
This is the second floor of a restaurant. For a dandy who doesn’t have any force to deal with, although he won’t die if he jumps, he may lose his arms or legs.
Mr. Feng's face was livid when he was discovered, especially since he instinctively looked at Mi Feixue and found that she was also looking at him.
Four eyes are paired.
Mr. Feng suddenly felt suffocated. A feeling of horror and horror suddenly came to his mind, and his eyes turned black.
Everyone saw his eyes turn white, his body swayed and he fell out of the window.
“Ah——!”
The incident happened so suddenly that there were screams everywhere.
The people nearby ran to the window in panic and looked down, and saw Mr. Feng who had fallen to the ground outside and got up on his own.
The people around were also shocked by this scene and came closer to watch.
"Brother Feng, are you okay?" The man leaning against the window shouted down.
Feng Jing only glanced up quickly and said perfunctorily: "It's okay, it's okay, haha, I was dizzy after drinking too much. I suddenly remembered that I had to leave in advance at home." After saying this, he ignored it. Ignoring the commotion above and the surprised and inquiring gazes of the people around him, he endured the pain of breaking one leg, jumped on one leg and left quickly.
The figure behind him seemed to be running for his life.
The people at the window were stunned.
There was no response even to "Brother Feng".
Noting that the people below were looking upward to watch the excitement, the people at the window frowned and closed the window, not wanting to become a clown in the eyes of these people.
Seeing that there was no excitement to see, the common people dispersed spontaneously, but the fact that Mr. Feng jumped out of the window and broke his leg became their private joke for a while.
The man who closed the window pretended to be relaxed and joked: "It seems that Brother Feng really drank too much. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. He just fell lame on his left leg. He will be an independent golden rooster for a while."
< br>After he finished speaking, he didn't hear any response. When he looked back in confusion, he trembled all over, and the coldness rushed to the top of his head.
“…”
The distorted world of thick ink lines and… people?
How could this be a human being! ?
The first sight of the chaotic stickman appearing in reality has a great impact on the man's outlook on life.
The chaotic lines had a weird and terrifying power that made him feel insane every time he looked at them.
Weird, crazy, silent, swallowing.
The man took a step back, as if he had hit something, and a strong wind roared in.
He rushed forward suddenly, turned around in shock, and saw a hole in the ink-painted window. The black lines in the hole were entangled in a messy and dense manner, as if they were trying to swallow something. Once he fell into it, he would Got mashed to a pulp.