MTL - Time is slow-Chapter 11 admiration
Chapter 11 Impressive
Qiao Zhao spread his hands and looked around.
Yang Houcheng was impatient and couldn't help but ask her, "What are you looking for? Could it be that you lost the painting?"
This excuse is really not very good.
The little girl didn't lift her eyelids, and said lightly: "The painting is not lost, I'm looking for 'demeanor'."
Demeanor?
The three were startled.
"What's 'style'?" Yang Houcheng asked again, thinking there was a homophonic sound.
The little girl swept over Chi Can with eyes like autumn water, and explained patiently: "The wind of grace, the degree of generosity, is for grace."
Now the three of them understood, Zhu Yan and Yang Houcheng looked at each other, looked at Chi Can and couldn't help laughing loudly.
Chi Can's cold face like white jade quickly turned black.
Since he met this girl, the number of times he was laughed at by two friends has increased suddenly.
He strode up to Qiao Zhao, stretched out his hand and squeezed her pointed chin: "Bold, do you know who I am?"
The little girl blinked and said tentatively, "Savior?"
Young Master Chi's anger was like a balloon that was rapidly inflated, which was punctured by a needle. He stared at the little girl who was not as tall as his armpit, twitched the corners of his mouth, and let go silently.
This girl must have come to beat him, right?
The muffled laughter of the two friends came from his ears, Chi Can took a deep breath, rolled his sleeves and left.
When his figure disappeared at the door of the cabin, Yang Houcheng almost smiled and bent over, and said to Qiao Zhao, "Girl, my brother will cover you from now on."
It's really rare to have someone who can make Young Master Chi deflate frequently.
Qiao Zhao bowed his knees and saluted: "Thank you Big Brother Yang for your love."
Zhu Yan's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he finally glanced at Yang Houcheng and didn't say a word.
It was quiet for a moment on the deck, and Chi Can rushed out of the cabin like a whirlwind, startling Zhu Yan and the two who were familiar with his temperament.
"Are there any thieves? Or have you encountered Japanese pirates?" Yang Houcheng pressed his right hand on the scabbard at his waist with a nervous expression on his face.
"What Japanese pirates, come with me!" Chi Can shouted, turned around and walked back.
Yang Houcheng murmured as he walked in: "We are far from Fucheng, so I said it is impossible to encounter Japanese pirates."
Today's Daliang is not a country that is peaceful and peaceful. There are Tartars in the north frequently plundering and attacking, and the Japanese pirates along the southern coast are a serious problem. In recent years, the calamity brought by the Japanese pirates has become more and more severe, and it has become a big headache for the imperial court.
Qiao Zhao watched the three figures disappearing at the door one by one, and followed quietly.
"Well, what's going on here?" Zhu Yan was always calm, but at the moment he looked at the duck play picture on the desk in the study, but lost his temper.
Yang Houcheng even shouted: "Is it a ghost? I clearly remember that there is a cloud of ink here!"
He said, and reached out to touch it.
"Don't move!" Zhu Yan shouted, not caring that his tone was too severe and tense, he took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his fingers, and carefully pressed it on the reflection of the small bridge.
He withdrew his hand, saw the faint ink on the snow-white handkerchief, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly looked at Qiao Zhao.
His friend's actions made Chi Can faintly guess something, but he couldn't believe it, his eyes locked on Qiao Zhao's face, and he opened his mouth: "You—"
The answer is too amazing to ask.
Qiao Zhao walked over slowly, picked up the long box on the desk, and handed it to Zhu Yan.
Zhu Yan took it in a daze, then as if he remembered something, he quickly opened the long box and took out a painting.
The scroll unfolds, and it is a picture of a duck play!
The three of them stared at the ink blot on the duck play map at the same time, and then lowered their heads to look at the painting on the desk.
Except for the ink stains, the two paintings are exactly the same!
"It's exactly the same, this, how is this done?" Zhu Yan murmured.
He has done a lot of research on this topic, and naturally he can see that the two paintings in front of him are not only similar in appearance, but also have the same spirit.
"This is not a copy, definitely not a copy!" Zhu Yan shook his head repeatedly, looking at Qiao Zhao with a strange expression, "Miss Li, do you also have Mr. Qiao's duck play pictures?"
The duck play picture is Mr. Qiao's famous work in his early years, and more than one has been circulated.
Qiao Zhao pointed to the handkerchief that was about to be torn by Zhu Yan.
Zhu Yan bowed his head.
The faint ink mark on the handkerchief reminded him how ridiculous the question just now was.
He was suddenly discouraged and asked, "How did you do it?"
A little girl can draw Mr. Qiao's famous paintings, to the point of being fake and real. Isn't it funny that he is quite complacent about his painting skills?
"Copy, I didn't say that, I admire Mr. Qiao very much and have been copying his paintings." Qiao Zhao said honestly.
She didn't lie.
When I first started learning to paint, my grandfather drew a duck and let her copy it for three years. Then she spent half a year painting the duck in the pond behind Xingzilin. After that, she could draw with her eyes closed. The duck came, and no matter what posture the duck drew, it was indistinguishable from the grandfather's when others saw it.
In the words of her grandfather, the ducks she painted already had the same soul as his ducks. The soul is the same, even if the shape is different, others will think it came from the hands of one person.
Grandfather told her that when she can inject the painting soul that she understands into the duck under her pen, her painting skills will be considered a masterpiece.
Unfortunately, she is not very talented in painting, so she may be hopeless in this life.
"Copy?" Zhu Yan muttered these two words, lost in thought.
Of course he doesn't believe that it's just as simple as copying. Maybe this is talent.
"It's too similar, it's too similar! Girl... No, Miss Li, is this really what you drew?" Yang Houcheng stared at Qiao Zhao without blinking.
Qiao Zhao smiled at him and looked at Chi Can: "Brother Chi, does this allow you to do business?"
Chi Can's expression was rather complicated, he nodded after being silent for a while, turned around and hurried out.
Yang Houcheng explained with a smile: "Don't worry about it, that guy probably thinks he can't come down to the stage."
Thinking of the astonishing painting, he was suddenly embarrassed to call again "little girl, little girl", turned his head to Zhu Yan and said, "It's weird inside, let's go out."
Zhu Yan gave Qiao Zhao a deep look and nodded randomly: "Yes."
Back on the deck, Zhu Yan stood by the railing, silent.
Yang Houcheng patted him on the shoulder: "What, got hit?"
Zhu Yan smiled wryly.
Leaning on the railing, Chi Can suddenly whispered, "Is she really the daughter of Xiao Xiuzhuan?"
He is not from the same circle. He does not know whether there is such a Li Xiuzhuan in the Hanlin Academy, but he feels that such a family cannot raise such a smart daughter.
"What's so suspicious about this, could she still lie about this?" Yang Houcheng disagreed.
Chi Can glanced at Zhu Yan and said, "I just think it's too bizarre. Zizhe has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, but he still can't make such a painting."
Zhu Yan twitched the corners of his mouth.
is already depressing enough, and he was dragged out for comparison, is there any humanity?
Yang Houcheng also gave Zhu Yan a look, and said carelessly: "It's not surprising, people have different talents. For example, Mr. Qiao, who is famous all over the world, the world has not heard of his father's name."
talent, talent…
Zhu Gongzi, who was successfully repaired by another friend, swallowed a mouthful of blood silently.
(end of this chapter)
