Chapter 116: Pianruo Jinghong, graceful as a dragon

Chapter 116
Compared to Shen Yao just intermittently, it is quite difficult to complete an ordinary ink painting, Ye Sang is enough to make everyone present dumbfounded.
The little girl's black cat pupil stared at the clean rice paper, the Danqing pen in her hand never stopped. The tip of the pen turned lightly under Mr. Ye's stunned eyes, the tip of the pen was slightly hooked, and the delicate and delicate Feng Yu was drawn to life.
This is the first time Ye Sang copied Grandpa's famous work.
She bit her pink lips, sweating on her forehead, and she didn't dare to stop at all.
Huo Yao, who was already ready to beat Old Mr. Ye, gradually realized something was wrong.
Those black eyes fell on the little girl who was carefully sketching, and he was slightly confused for a few seconds.
This is his daughter? !
Shen Chuchen leaned over, couldn't help but touched him with his arm, and asked in amazement: "Didn't you say, that girl hasn't studied before?"
This fluent painting skill is something you haven't learned before?
Bullying him never learned Danqing, right? !
Huo Yao: "..."
He blinked his black eyes in a daze, and his expression that had always been windy and light also gradually disappeared.
The man looked at the little girl who was sitting upright not far away, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a smile flashed across his eyes:
"Maybe my daughter is a gifted type."
Elder Huo touched his beard and smiled triumphantly: "My granddaughter is smart."
"..." The expressions of the mother and daughter of the Shen family next to them can no longer be described as ugly.
Shen Yao muttered to herself, "What's so great about this..."
Isn't it just that the painting is faster than her, and the lines are smoother?
"She has the ability to draw something!" The six-year-old girl's mind was so deep that she couldn't bear to be annoyed at this time. She thought so, and said directly to Ye Sang.
As a result, as soon as this sentence was said, Mr. Ye was interrupted mercilessly:
"To shut up!"
The girl's face flushed instantly, she was scolded in front of a group of people, her lower lip couldn't help but bitten, full of shame.
Shen Shanshan didn't care about her daughter's embarrassment at all, but stared at Ye Sang's direction, grinding her teeth.
This dead girl.
It’s so nosy every time! !
Originally, her daughter was a good teacher, but who knew she was killed halfway.
"..."
Ye Lao watched intently, heard Shen Yao's twittering, and held her breath involuntarily, lest she disturbed the little guy.
"This is..." When a lifelike phoenix jumped on the paper, his breathing was stagnant, his voice suddenly increased, staring at Ye Sang firmly.
"You Feng is still coming." When the little guy closed his pen, the front of the pen slightly hooked up, and Nuonuo answered for him under the amazing eyes of a group of people.
Shen Yao shook her body slightly, staring at the painting blankly, only feeling a fiery pain on her face.
She always thought that she could be regarded as a kind of food for the gods, and she was very talented since she was a child, whether it was painting or counting.
Only this time.
Not only did the iron plate fall severely, but even the master was robbed...

Ye Sang wrote in small letters with hairpins. Because there was a grandfather who was the number one in calligraphy at home, he couldn't help imitating the handwriting a bit when he started writing.
The handwriting of the little guy fell on the rice paper slightly. When he closes the pen slightly, the tip of the pen is smart and elegant. I don't know which calligrapher's handwriting was.
"If you don't see Xi in a day, you will think like crazy."
The little guy's black cat eyes stared at Mr. Ye, and suddenly said the next sentence:
"Feng Fei soars, seeking phoenix from all over the world."
Mr. Huo's pupils squeezed for a few moments, and he couldn't help looking at the poem written by his granddaughter just now.
He blinked in astonishment, and then murmured: "...Pian Ruo Jinghong, graceful as a dragon."
He rarely uses these eight characters to evaluate a person's handwriting.
Only the old gentleman who can deserve his evaluation.
It's just that the other party has already driven Hexi.
Elder Huo never expected that the handwriting of his five-year-old granddaughter when she finished her pen would have some charm of that person.
Huo Chenyu was silent for a moment, looking at the little girl in cat pupil who was begging for praise, her expression was like a little milky dog, and she seemed to have a tail wagging behind her: "..."
The little boy blinked and chuckled, "Am I using what you think is too useless?"
As the heir, he knows more or less about Danqing.
I thought that the little girl could at best draw a children's version of a duck playing in the water.
Unexpectedly, what she painted turned out to be a phoenix.
even……
The young boy smiled and said, "This is the famous work of an old gentleman."
But now it has been lost for a long time.
No one knows what that "You Feng Is Still Xi" looks like.
Although the little girl's words can't tell the truth or not, but she can paint like this is enough to shock everyone present.
Shen Chuchen watched for a while, staring faintly at the corners of his lips. Huo Yao, who was full of smiles, suddenly uttered a word:
"Hey."
"Will this little girl be my daughter?"
Huo Yao couldn't laugh anymore.
He looked back at Liangliang, "It's not dark yet."
The implication is: stop dreaming.
Shen Chuchen sighed and said, "This little girl is so clever. If you don't have my genes, can you live with your conscience?"
"Just like you. Are you sure you can give birth to a smart little guy like Sangsang?" Mr. Shen said in a cold tone, reluctant to admit that he was sour.
Huo Yao snorted, disregarding his words:
"It is good to be confident."

Shen Yao pinched her palms in embarrassment, neither standing in place nor walking.
However, no one was there to help her out.
Shen Yan quietly looked at the little girl surrounded by a group of people, lowered his head and moved his fingertips in silence.
Thinking of Ye Sang's appearance when he was in front of him, the little boy's calm heart was rarely touched differently than usual.
Sang Sang...
The little boy pursed the corners of his lips.
Ye Sangsang.
...
At this time, the little guy just put down the pen, pressed softly on the table, and exhaled.
Woo woo woo.
She doesn't want to touch paintbrushes anymore in her life.
Facts have proved that Grandpa's famous works are really not easy to paint.
Even if she followed the copy since she was a child, she has only learned the charm of his old man.
However, as everyone knows.
This is enough for Ye Lao.
He rushed forward excitedly. He asked the little guy eagerly, "Small, where did you see the painting from?"
"Also, how did you know that You Feng is still in full picture?"
There is an incomplete picture of You Feng Huanxi in his collection room, which he has tried to restore in recent years.
It's a pity that his painting skills are so good that he is not as similar as that old gentleman.
Who could have imagined that a painting that he couldn't even restore could be painted by a five-year-old guy.
Elder Ye's world outlook seemed to be shocked at this moment.
The little guy lowered his head, his hair curled up, he couldn't help whispering when he saw this "old man" so close to him:
"This is what Grandpa Mu... taught me to copy it..."
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