Shen Tang felt unhappy when he heard this.
She could endure it if she said she was not good at singing, but she couldn't bear it if she said she was not good at painting. That was the skill she once had for eating.
He choked back: "Why doesn't my 'painting' work?"
Qishan is more like asking rhetorically, where can she draw well?
This skill is almost the same as that of a three-year-old child scribbling.
Pray for kindness and uprightness: "It doesn't work everywhere, and there is nothing that can be done well."
The painter who taught Shen Xiaolangjun painting skills was simply misleading.
Shen Tang slapped the painting table loudly, anger written on his face, and said provocatively: "Qi Yuanliang, you can do it!"
Qi Shan saw that Shen Tang was still stubborn and had a tough mouth, which also aroused the competitive spirit that had been suppressed for many years. Dangji reached out to hold the pen and at the same time spread out a new piece of drawing paper. The tip of the pen was full of ink, and he started to draw without thinking: "Shen Xiaolangjun warmly invited me, and my good deeds had to show their ugliness."
With just a few strokes, the landscape, flowers and birds are outlined.
Although his paintings are simple, a stroke here and a stroke there give people the illusion of "I can draw it if I hold a pen", but compared with Shen Tang's little figure, there is really a huge difference. . I wish I could finish the painting with satisfaction. Fortunately, my painting skills have not deteriorated too much.
Shen Tang snorted and challenged: "That's it?"
Qishan: "..."
With such a big gap, why are you so stubborn?
"Although I have no talent, I have been traveling around all these years, and my painting skills have been ruined a lot, but compared to you, Shen Xiaolangjun..." Qi Shan hesitated, leaving the listener to figure out what he meant. He felt that anyone who was not blind could see that the painting was better.
Few people know that he painted better as a boy.
Some calligraphers and painters once said that his paintings have the essence of the saying of the layman Mojie - "Looking at the mountains from a distance, they are colorful, hearing the water up close is silent, the flowers are still there after spring, and the birds are not surprised when people come." It's a pity that there is no "painting spirit" or "painting heart" in the world. If there were, the grade would definitely be high.
Who knew that Shen Tang was still stubborn and refused to admit it, and said: "Huh, it's time to show you my real painting skills."
Qishan became interested: "We'll see."
Shen Tang picked up the picture of the little man again and scribbled on the rough draft, showing a confident attitude that could impress Qi Shan. Qi Shan stepped aside, leaving Shen Tang room to play. He sat on one side and watched, his expression getting weirder and weirder.
He also thought that Shen Xiaolangjun was preparing to show off his painting skills by using the gap between the front and back to turn decay into magic.
result--
It's still the same little person picture, but the little person on the little person picture has many more details, but the character still has the big black round head, and the body and limbs are still simple. If there is any big difference, it's probably that the "anxious" atmosphere that hits us is getting stronger.
Still very sexy.
Qishan spent half a quarter of an hour watching Shen Tang finish drawing a series of movements of the little figure - from entering the door, taking off his clothes and clothes, climbing onto the bed, and then a second little figure came into the room, taking off his clothes and clothes, and climbing onto the bed in the same way. The shape is the same... Qishan suddenly grabbed Shen Tang's wrist to stop her from continuing to draw.
"What are you drawing?"
Shen Tang replied: "The secret play picture."
Qishan: "..."
He widened his eyes almost in disbelief, looked at Shen Tang's face, and then looked at the little man who seemed to be able to move in series on the picture. He couldn't hold back a word in his throat for a long time. Qi Shan never imagined that what Shen Xiaolangjun drew was actually a secret play with movements.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Qishan resisted the urge to have veins twitching in his forehead.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to say that Shen Xiaolang didn't want to make progress in painting the secret drama, or that his painting skills were poor and he had the courage to show it off. He took a deep breath and said with a smile on his face, "If the secret dramas were all of this level, men and women in the world would have no intention of doing it."
It should be artistic conception but not artistic conception, it should be hazy but not hazy.
If the newlyweds were enlightened by this secret play, they would probably not even know what the harmony of yin and yang is.
Shen Tang: "..."
This guy was so mean and didn't get beaten to death!
She said seriously: "Yuanliang, you can't appreciate my paintings." It's definitely not that she doesn't paint well, but that people who appreciate the paintings don't understand. If she paints poorly, how can she make a living by painting? Swish the brush and splash the ink, flowing clouds and flowing water. Look at the lines, the layout!
I don’t dare to compare with the great gods, but I can’t do such a disservice! You can question her gender, but you can never question her cooking skills!
This time it was Qishan's turn to be silent.
He suddenly discovered that Mr. Shen Xiaolang was not a tough talker. He looked magnanimous and confident. His eyes looked at him with a bit of sorrow for "your aesthetic deformity". He didn't seem to be willing to admit defeat even though he knew the gap. so--
An absurd guess came to Qi Shan's mind - is Shen Xiaolangjun not aware that he is bad at painting, but he really thinks that he is good at painting?
He was making some innuendo, and sure enough that was the case.
There was another long moment of silence.
He could only look at Shen Xiaolangjun's head, with some sympathy on his face, and promised: "When I have more money in the future, I will find a good doctor to give Shen Xiaolangjun more treatment. He will be cured sooner than later. It has been delayed for a long time." It will delay the condition! "
Shen Tang: "..."
Her intuition told her that Qishan's words were not human words.
Cursely accuse her of being mentally ill?
Qi Shan was also aware of the situation and decisively changed the subject before Shen Tang exploded: "Why is Mr. Shen Xiaolang suddenly interested in secret drama pictures?"
Let’s call Mr. Shen Xiaolang a lecherous person. People think such paintings look good, but let’s talk about seriousness… Which serious gentleman can draw pictures of secret scenes without changing his expression and showing no shame?
Shen Tang said: "The job I took from the bookstore is not low-paying. I can get money just by painting a portrait of a waiter in Yuehua Building."
Life is not easy, Tangtang sighed.
Qishan's expression became more and more strange, and he asked a very important question: "The shopkeeper of the bookshop, did he not test your painting skills?"
When he was living in poverty, he would go to the bookstore to take orders, usually copying spiritual books and writing family letters for others. Among them, the most lucrative job was to make portraits of people, and there were also orders from Golanwasha. If he remembered correctly, the more lucrative the job, the higher the requirements.
How did Shen Xiaolangjun get a job with his poor painting skills?
