Chapter 136: 2 training talents (2)

Luo Ning had not spoken yet, but Miss Wanying jumped up first and shouted, "What are you talking about? This painting is good. We all recognize that even the Governor himself has praised him."
Lin Wanrong was weird. Was this painting drawn by Miss Wanying? Unlike, this chick looks like a hot little pepper. Where can there be such delicate strokes.
Regardless of who painted it, anyway, he has already said it. Lin Wanrong was not afraid of her, and smiled: "I said he was a loser, and naturally I have reason."
Na Luo Ning blushed and said, "Brother Lin, please tell me, where is the failure of this painting?"
Lin Wanrong saw her face flushed, her expression crooked, and she saw that the edge of the brush was delicate. It must have been from a woman's handwriting. She was shocked, obediently, wouldn't it be this Luocai girl's painting?
Wanying hummed over there: "Sister Luo, ignore him, he likes to talk nonsense, and depreciate your painting like this for no reason."
It turned out that Luo Ning really painted this little girl. Think of Luo Ning being honored as the first talented daughter of Jinling, and how solo she is. Now she is in the public eye and it is simple for Lin Wanrong to use the word "failed". It summarizes a work she is proud of, and how great the blow is. It is amazing that she didn't cry on the spot.
Lin Wanrong couldn't laugh or cry, you little girl said earlier, I still have a feeling for that boy, let alone your girl. However, this Luo Ning's temperament is proud and strong, she just does not want to affect his independent perception because of her relationship with Lin Wanrong.
Seeing Luo Ning bit her lip tightly and her face was ashamed, Lin Wanrong sighed and begged. After she had approved the talents and daughters, I was really good.
"Brother Lin said it was okay, Luo Ning would also like to hear your correction." Luo Ning said strongly.
"Miss Luo, your paintings are superior in terms of lines, strokes, and angles," Lin Wanrong first gave a sweet date, and then Feng Feng turned around: "However, there are some too taken for granted."
Seeing that everyone was listening intently, even Wan Ying, who had been humming and humming, also listened, Lin Wanrong said: "From your painting, the elder is in a ragged suit. You can see that it is an ordinary person whose food and clothing have not been satisfied. Right? "
Luo Ning nodded gently. "Yes, I just want to describe the common people worry about the flood."
Lin Wanrong sighed: "Miss Luo, your starting point is good, but you do n’t understand people ’s hearts, you do n’t know the people. You have n’t suffered, you do n’t understand what the people are thinking. Our people in Dahua, the most loyal, also The most coquettish, as long as you let them eat and wear warm clothes, food and clothing without worry, he will provide you as a parent. But at the same time, they are also the most realistic, if not even enough food and clothing, they will not care about anything .Imagine that even survival can not continue, but you want them to worry about the flood, Miss, do you think they are all saints who worry about the country and the people? Wrong, wrong too far. Inferior, survival is them The first need of the country and nation is one hundred and eighty thousand miles away. "
The talented and talented girls who were present were silent and speechless. They were all sons and daughters who had not experienced suffering. Before they had experienced the words of the lower class, they thought that everyone in the world was like them. Then come to worry about the country and the people. Lin Wanrong's words made them startled, but they had to admit that he made sense.
Everyone was speechless. Even Ms. Wan Ying, who had been singing against Lin Wanrong, gave him a look of admiration.
Lin Wanrong was in a heavy mood, as if he had pressed a few big stones. These four brothers, who are indifferent to the grain, are not only in the Dahua Dynasty, but also in his previous life. It's really terrifying to be separated from the reality and the masses.
Luo Ning used her own heart to save the belly of the people. She took this picture for granted, and she was very proud of her. Now think about it, it's really wrong. The skin is not there, and Mao will be attached to it. The intention of this painting is wrong, but the use of the word "failed" is light, which is completely a scrap.
Luo Ning's eye circles were red, and she desperately suppressed tears. Since she was an adult, she has won the title of Jinling's first talented woman because of her clever talents. Although she still maintains humility, the little vanity in her heart is naturally Yes, this is the biggest blow she has ever suffered as an adult. Although she is strong, she was approved by Lin Wanrong in front of everyone, and her grievances are inevitable.
"If you want to paint life, you have to paint people's hearts." Seeing that Luo Ning was sobbing, Lin Wanrong sighed with sigh, and then said, "Cry, don't cry, I have a way to remedy."
Luo Ning wiped his eyes and hummed, "Who is crying? What can you do to remedy it?"
Lin Wanrong took out the homemade pencil from his arms and laughed, "It's up to me baby."
This pencil, except Luo Ning, has never seen anyone else. Wan Ying seems to have forgotten the awkwardness with Lin San, and said, "Lin San, what is this?"
Lin Wanrong smiled slightly: "This is a black horse and a white horse that have been in love for a hundred years, then turned to ashes and cast from their ashes, called pencils."
Wan Ying froze a moment, and realized that it was Lin San who was joking about herself. This person was really bad. At this time, she still had such a thought. She gave a soft whisper and turned her head away. I went to see him, but looked at the movement of Lin Wanrong with the light from the corner of his eyes.
Lin Wanrong took the pencil, drew a few strokes in the eyes of the portrait, and added a few words to his face, and then clapped his hands, "Miss Luo, you can trace it again according to the mark of that pencil. "
The pencil print was very faint. Everyone glanced at it, but they couldn't see anything. Knowing that he would not use a writing brush, Luo Ning murmured, pinching his cuff with his left hand, holding up the lower case on the table with his right hand, and traced along the mark.
She didn't quite understand it at the beginning, but the more she painted, the more she was surprised. In the end, she looked more excited and painted more carefully. It took a long time to drop the paintbrush and shouted happily: "Brother Lin, I know."
The crowd looked again at the table, but they saw the old man in ragged clothes, still a little sad in his eyes, a lot of light, but a few light smiles on his face.
Follow Lin Wanrong's words before thinking about it. The crowd understood something. Although the poor people were a bit tired on the embankment, they were able to eat enough. Smile naturally. The sorrow in those eyes was that the was finished, and it was rare to be full. From their point of view, I am afraid that I would like to flood every year and repair the dam every year. When the poor laugh, they also carry tears, which is the true portrayal of this painting.
In fact, Lin Wanrong was not very satisfied with this change. Changing the Chinese painting with sketching methods can only be regarded as a far-fetched meeting, but what he said just now is too harsh, and forced Luo Ning's chick to cry, so how much can he save? Already.
Everyone breathed a long breath. To be honest, Luo Ning's paintings and stroke techniques were all top-notch, and they were sent out with feeling. It is a rare masterpiece. It would be a pity if it was abandoned. It's a big luck to be rescued now.
Wan Ying snorted: "Lin San, I told you to pick up a big deal. Just one or two strokes, this painting of Sister Luo also has your contribution."
I am dizzy, this one or two things to change the painting, your young lady has the ability to do it yourself?
Although Hou Yuebai saw that Lin Sanhui was a painter, he scoffed at his pencil skills, and said, this guy is a man with a low eye and a high master. He is a master of painting, but his painting skills are loose. It ’s important that I have a chance to compare with him next time.
It was only Luo Ning who understood Lin Wanrong's skill in it. In a blink of an eye, he changed the painting to a artistic conception. Was this painting done by myself? Luo Ning looked at the painting, and was sad and moved in his heart. Intersection, turned around and flew away.
Wan Ying hurriedly said, "Sister Luo, where are you going?"
Luo Ning paused, but didn't turn around, Jiao said, "Wan Ying, let's continue painting, I will go there to relax and come back immediately."
Wan Ying glanced at Lin Wanrong angrily and said, "It's all your good business?"
Lin Wanrong stayed for a while, and said, "What does this have to do with me?" Seeing Wanying's bulging look, Lin Wanrong laughed, "In the past, there was a white horse, and I fell in love with a black horse ..."
"You are going to die--" But Wanying was a violent master. After listening to him teasing himself again, she kicked over and was sick and fast. It turned out to be a trainer, no wonder she could be a female catcher in this city. .
Lin Wanrong was too lazy to entangle her, walked away, walked a few steps below the embankment, was looking for a place to pee, but saw a charming figure sitting on the ground, staring at the billowing river.
No, it's just a few words of criticism, this little girl can't think of it so much, and wants to jump the river? Lin Wanrong was shocked, and hurried, "Miss Luo, don't jump--"
Luo Ning looked back, but saw Lin Wanrong running hurriedly, she smiled and said, "Brother Lin, what are you talking about?"
Lin Wanrong said: "Miss Luo, don't jump. I just talked to you just now. You can't make a living."
Luo Ning was ashamed and angry, annoyed, "Brother Lin, what do you say, where am I going to jump?"
"That would be fine," Lin Wanrong wiped his cold sweat, "as long as I don't jump in the river, everything is easy to discuss."
Luo Ning felt that this man was sometimes terribly clever, but sometimes it was a dead mind. He couldn't take him anymore, so he took a few steps back away from the river and said with a smile, "Now you can rest assured. . "
Lin Wanrong sat beside her with an impolite and said, "Frighten me, you didn't want to jump into the river. Miss Luo, let me tell you, the water in the Yangtze River is muddy and yellow. Do n’t choose this. The clear waters of Xuanwu Lake and the beautiful scenery make it perfect for jumping the lake.
Luo ​​Ning looked at him with a smile and sighed,
Brother Lin, do you have such a persuasion?

Lin Wanrong said: "Persuasion? Why should I persuade you, you are a strong woman, do you still need persuasion?"
Luo Ning looked dark and shook his head: "Brother Lin, you're wrong. This time, I really think I'm terrible."
No, it's just a small blow. How can this talented woman be discouraged? It seems that frustration education should be greatly enhanced.
Luo Ning sighed and sat next to him, looking at the long rivers: "In the past, I felt that I was very good at painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, painting, and painting. Later, when I saw the couplet that eats as a fairy, I was struck by it. Brother Lin's words yesterday and the instructions on this painting made me realize that I was just a frog at the bottom of a well, and I did n’t even know how big the sky was. Chengru Brother Lin, you said, I grew up in a government official's family. I have never contacted the people at all. I have little experience and experience. I am so arrogant. Now I even feel a little hated of myself. "
This little girl is very good at self-criticism. You are unlucky when you meet me, but you can only make progress if you are motivated. What about you. Persevering in your dreams is a great thing. As for experience, you ca n’t be anxious. When you get older, you will understand after going through more things.

Luo Ning glanced at him and said, "Brother Lin, I have always felt strange. You will be a few years younger than me next year, but why do you know so many things and understand people's hearts so much?"
This question cannot be answered. Lin Wanrong said solemnly: "In fact, I have been asking myself this question. UU reading www.uukanshu.com but you know, to answer a question raised by a genius, it is really one Something difficult. "
Luo Ning took a moment to realize the cold humor in his words, covered his mouth and giggled, "Brother Lin, you are not serious in speaking."
Lin Wanrong sighed: "In fact, I can't find any other words besides using genius to describe me."
Luo Ning softly said: "I think so too."
Lin Wanrong laughed, this little girl even learned my humor, which is a little interesting.
Luo Ning's face was somewhat pardoned, and she couldn't sit still. She got up and said, "Brother Lin, I'm going to paint, and you're not allowed to follow again, otherwise, I'm going to die again." Like Lin Wanrong is a flood beast.
Damn, am I so scary, I wouldn't be too lazy to go without you asking me. After talking for a long time, I forgot to pee, and was thinking about acting, but suddenly I saw a "clay figure" popping up.
The man's face was covered with mud, bare feet, and his face looked familiar, Lin Wanrong yelled, "Master Luo, how did you make this happen?"