Chapter 501: Wealth and leisure

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When Sun Mo followed Lu Zhiruo to the cabin, he had already listened to her and saw the little maid.
"Teacher Sun!"
The little maid welcomes her, her eyes are red and swollen from crying like a pair of big walnuts.
"Teacher, that picture is here!"
Lu Zhiruo pulled Sun Mo to the table.
Sun Mo actually wanted to say that if it is an ordinary painting, I can still copy it, but it is a famous painting, which is really not painted as I want to paint, just looking at Lu Zhiruo’s admiring eyes like a fan. Less than the three words, Sun Mo really couldn't say it.
"This is a landscape painting, signed by Wu Yezi!"
Li Ziqi introduced: "Wu Yezi is a native of Linchuan. He has learned painting since he was a child. It is said that at the age of nineteen, he was awake in the snow, swept a few inks for seven days, and drew a picture of Fengjiang Winter Snow and became famous as a painting!"
"Still a celebrity?"
Sun Mo frowned slightly, then this is a fart, this kind of celebrity painting must be known to many people, and if you copy it, any small mistake will be discovered.
"Wu Yezi's famous painting is very valuable, so I guess this one was just painted. Not many people know about it. That's why the prefect of Jinling took advantage of the deer's tail banquet to show off."
Li Ziqi introduced.
"Is there any other way to save her?"
Sun Mo admires famous paintings.
This is a picture of wealth and leisure, belonging to the category of landscape painting.
In the distance are distant mountains, with a thousand-foot waterfall pouring down, and then flowing through a wheat field. In this quiet peach blossom source, there is a shabby room.
The moss marks are green, and the grass is green!
No one is seen on the painting, but a pair of shoes can be seen, placed in front of the door.
"It's a bit of a pretending style!"
Sun Mo curled his lips. He was also a famous painter now, so after a few glances, he understood the meaning of this painting.
This is a high official who is free or dedicated. He built a thatched cottage in a secluded paradise and lived the life of a gardener.
Why is it a high official?
Because the style of that pair of shoes is affordable to the noble.
To understand it in modern terms, it means that a wealthy man with a wealth of billions, or a certain person, went to places such as Zhongnanshan, built a thatched house, lived alone, and pursued elegance and sentiment.
"It hurts for free x!"
Sun Mo pouted.
"Teacher, can you draw it?"
The papaya mother asked.
The little maid sobbed and looked at Sun Mo with her last hope.
"You can copy it, but you can't draw the effect of famous paintings."
Sun Mo knows his level. He currently masters two branches of Chinese painting. One is figure painting, which is a master level, and the other is landscape painting, which is only an entry level.
Of course, Sun Mo also has a time badge, which can improve his proficiency, but he does not hold any hope.
"Teacher, don't humble yourself, her life is in your hands!"
Lu Zhiruo waved a small fist, more confident than Sun Mo himself.
"Teacher, I'm ready for pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Li Ziqi doesn't think Sun Mo can succeed, but she has done all the preparations she should do.
"The system uses three time badges to improve landscape painting skills!"
Sun Mo commanded, to be honest, he was a little distressed, but after seeing the sad and helpless expression of the little maid, he even accepted ten time badges.
Ding!
"Congratulations, your Chinese painting skills, landscape painting branch, and your proficiency improved to a master level!"
System congratulations.
Sun Mo picked up the pen and brewed his feelings for a while, and then began to write, master-level painting skills, so that Sun Mo can easily describe what he thinks in his heart and what he sees in his eyes if he can help him in his pen.
"The teacher is amazing!"
Lu Zhiruo was excited, seeing the richness and leisurely residence take shape.
Even the little maid couldn't breathe nervously, staring at the rice paper.
"The teacher's painting skills are indeed amazing!"
Seeing that Sun Mo's copy was not bad, Li Ziqi also had expectations of him, but as the picture scroll was half completed, her heart gradually sank.
Sure enough, when it was two-thirds, Sun Mo threw away the wolf's hair irritably, reached out his hand to grab the rice paper and knead it into a ball.
"what?"
Lu Zhiruo puzzled: "Why did you rub it? I think the painting is very good!"
"It hasn't reached the realm of wonderful pen and flower"
Li Ziqi explained.
If you can’t enter this state, the scroll will not be colored, so even if the painting is exactly the same, it’s useless. In this era, the paint is only ink, so if you want to have all the colors, you can only have ‘wonderful brushes and flowers’.
Next, Sun Mo drew two more, but they all gave up halfway.
Li Ziqi glanced at the sky, and his expression became solemn. Although the teacher painted quickly, it was not early, and the banquet was about to start, and there was not much time left for him.
"Teacher, what are you dissatisfied with these paintings?"
The papaya mother asked.
"The painting is very good, and the artistic conception is good, but if it is perfect, it's not too bad."
It's not that Sun Mo looked down on Wu Yezi, it was just that the radio wave met.
It's like the confederation fire, but there are some people who don't like to watch it. You can't always say that these people have a bad appreciation level, right?
"Then draw according to the perfect feeling in the teacher's heart!"
Lu Zhiruo took it for granted.
"What are you talking nonsense?"
Yingbaiwu was speechless: "The teacher wants to copy this painting, how can he paint according to his own ideas?"
The iron girl actually complained a little bit about the papaya mother, trying to find such an impossible trouble for the teacher.
"Why not?"
The papaya girl blinked.
Ying Baiwu turned her head, angrily not wanting to talk to the idiot Lu Zhiruo. Even if she didn't know the painting skills, she knew that copying copybooks or famous paintings should follow the original author's ideas, otherwise it would not be called copying.
"Zhiruo, the so-called copy..."
Li Ziqi began to teach Lu Zhiruo these common senses.
But Sun Mo's eyes lit up because of Papaya Niang's words, yes, why do I have to stick to the mood of Wu Yezi?
Isn't this painting of him actually expressing the noble sentiment of a great official.
After thinking of this, Sun Mo began to splash ink.
Don't want Wu Yezi's artistic conception, but follow his own ideas, but the overall layout of the picture remains unchanged. In other words, Sun Mo still uses the same painting, but the core of the expression has been replaced by his own.
With such a workaround, Sun Mo instantly grasped the mood.
A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude!
After work, Sun Mo sometimes doesn't want to go to dinner parties, but he can't help himself. He is alive and can no longer do whatever he wants.
If the water is not high, there will be dragons.
In fact, Sun Mo's pursuit is very simple. You can earn a salary enough to support his family by doing what he likes.
Why force yourself to follow the crowd? To live a life like a dog?
Hum!
A layer of fluorescence lit up at the end of Sun Mo's wolf hair pen, and the ink stains left on the rice paper began to gleam.
Some light spots floated over and gathered on the picture scroll, making this ‘rich and noble living picture’ suddenly colorful.
The little maid, who had been desperate, saw this scene and bit her right hand directly, which hurt, but she still tried harder.
Because she thinks this is a dream, she hasn't woken up yet, because she hasn't bitten enough pain!
"It's done! It's done!"
Lu Zhiruo grabbed Li Ziqi's arm and shook it vigorously, with sweat on her excited little face: "I know that the teacher is omnipotent!"
Ding!
The favorability degree from Lu Zhiruo +500, respect (24150/100000).
"This is something humans can do?"
Li Ziqi was dumbfounded.
Compared with the innocent girl like Papaya Niang, Li Ziqi knew how difficult it was for Sun Mo to do this.
Draw a famous painting separately, Xiao Hebao believes the teacher can do it, but this is a copy.
It's like holding Wang Xizhi's copybook, and the "Lanting Collection Preface" that you wrote is more beautiful than the original author. Is this possible?
"..."
Yingbaiwu didn't know what expression to make.
Sun Mo holds the pen with his right hand and his sleeve with his left hand to avoid getting the picture scroll.
Si is a shabby room, but Wu Dexin!
After every overtime work, Sun Mo wanted to stay quietly in his den, sipping the ice and playing games happily, without the preaching of his parents, and the fate of his girlfriend.
Uh!
What do you think?
Wake up, where's your girlfriend from a single dog?
Sun Mo entered the state of selflessness, venting all the sad thoughts in his heart.
Why have to abide by those conventional rules?
Why can't you live freely and unfettered?
I really want a small nest, even if it is only a few square meters, in which I am the sky, I am the earth, and I dominate my life!
Huh!
For the last stroke, Sun Mo drew a young grass that was not in the wind, then closed the brush, and then stepped back and admired it quietly.
The coloring is still going on, because it is a famous painting, Sun Mo's wonderful brush and flowers, so some places are still somewhat different from the original.
"Wow, done!"
Lu Zhiruo happily jumped on Sun Mo's back: "The teacher is great!"
"This will be seen!"
Sun Mo shook his head.
"Teacher, you are too worried. The prefect of Jinling would definitely not think that someone could copy a famous painting, so he would only think that he had remembered the different details incorrectly."
Li Ziqi laughed at herself. Anyway, she replaced it with herself. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe it: "By the way, the inscription, teacher, it is Wu Yezi!"
Sun Mo made up the signature.
"It's finished? Really painted?"
The little maid was so happy that she had no expression on her face.
"Yes, yes, you don't have to die!"
Lu Zhiruo comforted.
Li Ziqi began to tear down the original painting ~EbookFREE.me~ and use the scroll to mount the new one. Although it may be seen, he still has to work hard.
"I tried my best!"
Sun Mo looked at the little maid, with a smile on his mouth, comforting her: "Although it may not be as precious and famous as the master Wu Yezi, it is at least a famous painting, which is definitely not available on the market."
"Teacher, I think this picture of yours is better than the one just now!"
Lu Zhiruo said that this is not love Wu Jiwu, but she really feels so.
"Yes, in terms of artistic conception, the teacher's picture can resonate with me even more!"
Li Ziqi comments.
"Yes, I feel it too!"
The little maid nodded hurriedly. Wu Yezi's famous painting is not a magnate in the court, not a high-ranking official, and has no such mood, but Sun Mo's painting is different. After all, he is just an ordinary person.