Chapter 68: Just call me Mr. Ha Dong

Yang Lin was scurrying around the test field with a dream now. After sweeping around, he was very emotional.
"These people feel so good when they paint. They really look like what they paint."
Huan Meng sneered, "At any rate, this is also the princess's invitation. How can anyone who dares to come to the test not have two brushes."
Yang Lin thought he was right, his face twisted, and it happened to fall on the chopping board of a young talent next to him. I saw that he was splashing ink, and a picture of winter plum and proud snow was slowly taking shape.
Originally being stared at, the young talent was very upset. He just wanted to whisper twice, but instead of thinking of Yang Lin, he spoke first.
"Brother, you Hanmei paints well, how many years have you studied painting?"
Was it good to be praised by this shameless man?
The young talent was stunned. Although he despised Yang Lin very much, who didn't like being affirmed by others. Immediately there was a bit of pride on his face: "It's not a long time, but I think I have some accomplishments!"
"indeed!"
Yang Lin agreed: "Understand that the plum blossoms are through the bones, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. The soul is flowing, tune a song of proud and sing for Dongqian, sing the sorrow of the sorrow and the arrogance of the snow; Entering the painting, painting the ice heart and bones crazy!"
The young talent who paints plums: "!!!"
As if he had seen a ghost, the way he looked at Yang Lin directly changed!
He couldn't understand how Yang Lin, who was originally in his eyes and the wild monkeys in the mountains and forests, could actually say so accomplished!
"Although I don't understand painting, I am sure that your painting is very good, at least I still have some appreciation for the vision!"
For some reason, the young talent suddenly felt a little flattered in his heart.
"Come on!" Yang Lin patted him on the shoulder, then walked away with the dream.
It is obvious that this man has gone far, but the young talent who painted Mei is still in surprise. He suddenly felt that the man is so powerful. Maybe he doesn't know how to paint, but there are absolutely few people who can argue about what Songmei said just now.
Is this man a hidden master? !
In fact, it is not only the young talent who paints plums, but there is also a person in the dark when he hears Yang Lin's comments.
Fairy Yaoguang!
In Qinqi calligraphy and painting, she likes piano painting. As for this painting, it was originally complementary to poetry, but it's a pity that people are good at something and not good at others. Although her painting is also a must, I regret that there is no poetry attached to the painting, so this painting is a bit monotonous.
Originally, she was full of disdain for Yang Lin, she only looked at him more when he was acting strange, but after hearing a few words from Yang Lin Songmei, she suddenly became concerned.
Hearing that the Canglan State in the East Lizhou has a reputation for literary and Taoism, she wanted to see it early, but as the head of the secular world a lot, so now she has no chance. Fairy Yaoguang is not good at poetry, but deep down, he is eager to meet a talented man, even if he can ask for advice, but unfortunately, there is more than that, and he has not met in the land of Qianling Kingdom.
But now, it seems that I have met someone, but I don't know if the argument he mentioned is something he heard by accident or his own true talents, which is a bit confusing.
Her gaze followed Yang Lin to watch, and with her strength, it was easy to hear the voice of the audience.
I saw that Yang Lin took the woman next to him and walked to another young talent. The young talent snorted when he saw Yang Lin coming.
The elegant people disdain for the wild husband of the mountain village!
Yang Lin doesn't care, because he doesn't know how to paint, so he still admires people who can paint. In his opinion, all who can paint are skillful, and it is not so difficult to admit that others are good!
"Brother, your artistic conception is good!"
Above the bottom of the painting, a flat boat was floating above the cold river, and a solitary boat with a hat on his head was sitting on a solitary boat, with the potential of fishing in the surrounding mountains. Just regarded as a painting, the steep mountains and the smallness of the people and the vast rivers and mountains, although it looks a bit non-fireworks and a bit lonely, I have to say that painting is good! "
The young talent snorted again, his expression even more arrogant.
"I remember I saw a similar picture before, this painting is better called Jiang Xue!"
"This is my whim, what do you mean?!" The young talent was quite annoyed, and the painting he finally made was said so, how could he feel comfortable in his heart!
Yang Lin laughed and said, "Don't be suspicious of this brother, he just feels that your painting is very good. I remember how to write a poem. Well, I remember it!"
Seeing Yang Lin's excitement, the young talent was stunned and said, "You can still write poems?"
"I don't have that talent to learn, I just feel that there is a poem that matches your artistic conception very well, it is a perfect match!"
"I do not believe!"
Yang Lin thought for a while and said, "Thousands of mountains and birds will fly!"
Young talent: "Don't say that you think you can write poems when you write a sentence, but one sentence sounds very ordinary."
"Poetry is something that I can only listen to the whole song. Of course, there is no lack of such masters. A poem or a word can be passed down through the ages, and such people are even more admirable!"
"Actually, I don't have a name for this painting yet, but what you said just now, Jiang Xue, I think it can be used to title. As for your poem, what about the following?"
"Thousands of mountains and birds flew extinct, and thousands of people disappeared; the lone boat and Li Weng were fishing alone in the cold snow."
The young talent was startled first, and took a closer look. Slowly, the arrogance of his expression was gone. He murmured: "Lone fishing in the Hanjiang River, easy to use words, easy to use words! At first glance Ordinary, but after having this poem, I realized that even if I erased my painting, the artistic conception of this poem can fully present the artistic conception of a painting, amazing!"
The young talent stood up, bowed and clasped his fists and said, "I didn't expect to meet everyone today, and I still look at Haihan if I was rude before!"
"Where, I'm just a poem from hearsay, don't care about it!"
"The masters are all hidden deeply. I was the one who took the picture before. By the way, Xiaosheng has a request. I hope that Mr. can fulfill it."
Good guy, just ranting a few words, his identity has become a husband directly, it really makes Yang Lin dumbfounded.
"What request?"
"Xiaosheng hopes to put Mr.'s poems on calligraphy and painting. Of course, the naming must belong to Mr., I hope Mr. can accomplish it!"
Yang Lin: "...You can do whatever you want, I just talk about it casually."
"That won't work, sir, how can such a good poetry niche have the exclusive right to ask his name?"
Seeing the young talents like this, Yang Lin thought for a while and said: "It's true that others have called me Mr. Hedong. If you want to ask questions, then call him Mr. Hedong on the question.
"Thank you sir!"
The young talent looked great, and when he sat down, he swiped his pen, and then Jiang Xue slowly began to show on the scroll.
Yang Lin continued to walk with fantasy dreams, but he never thought that a beautiful lady's eyes became a little fiery now when she saw him.