Hello!Look at the arrows!

Chapter 191 An Accident

"Inspiration is very naughty and likes to attack and dodge."

—— Song Night

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Qianyi didn't know that it was her own pen and ink problem. Her painting soul brush was made with a lot of money, and it was well-known on the hundred treasure list.

Qianyi: "Want to change the pen and ink?"

Ge Ye: "The author, there is still a difference between Yuanji fighting brushes and painter's brushes. The former focuses on attack, while the latter focuses on freehand brushwork. It is best to use freehand brushwork. There are four styles of brushwork. Absolute and continuous; the second is the flesh, which rises and falls into reality; the third is the bone, life and death are upright; the fourth is qi, and the traces are undefeated."

Ge Ye: "The ink artist should have appropriate shades and lightness, proper drying and wetting, neither stagnation nor dryness, making the green and moist air want to be exhaled. This is the air of ink. The high and low are dizzy and light, and the objects are shallow and deep, rendering and contrasting."

Ge Ye: "There are four requirements for using ink. One is 'liveness', which means that the writing should be crisp, and the ink color should be nourished and natural; , refers to the use of brush and ink to combine reality and reality, with various techniques, which are unpredictable and profound; the fourth is "consistency of brush and ink", that is, the use of ink must reflect each other, harmonize and harmonize, and the brush and ink cannot be separated and act independently."

In other words, the pen and ink that Qianyi uses to paint are not suitable for her.

Qianyi: "Then what about the pen?"

Then Ge Ye was discussing with Qian Yi the nine forward movements of center forward, front forward, side forward, slant forward, exposed forward, reverse forward, smooth forward, and supporting forward.

Feng Wuyue and Mo Qi look at each other like two cows in the piano playing to a cow.

Not to be outdone, the two took turns applauding.

Although they don't understand, they have the spirit of companionship.

It's also good to be able to stay by Qianyi's side and listen to what Qianyi has to say.

Ge Ye's voice is very nice, with a special charm.

Both are beautiful pictures.

It’s just that they are separated by a long distance, and one person speaks here, and the other one speaks there.

Feng Wuyue and Mo Qi are in the middle.

Originally, Feng Wuyue had to give up the position to them.

But for some reason, Ge Ye always had to go to the left side of Feng Wuyue.

A row pattern like Ge Ye, Feng Wuyue, Mo Qi, and Qian Yi was formed.

It should be like this.

Four people sat around a long table, and one side of the long table was empty.

On the side near the door sat Feng Wuyue and Mo Qi.

Ge Ye was sitting in front of Feng Wuyue's left, and Qian Yi was sitting in front of Mo Qi's right.

Ge Ye and Qian Yi were separated by a long table.

Feng Wuyue only thought it was Song Ye to avoid suspicion.

But why do you have to sit not far from her to avoid suspicion?

We should rely on Mo Qi.

But Mo Qi insisted on relying on Qianyi.

Forget it, let her stay closer to Ge Ye.

It was quite interesting to watch Ge Ye and Qian Yi discussing across a long table.

By the time they finished discussing the strokes, it was already too late.

Qianyi was still not finished.

Ge Ye looked at the paper on the table before leaving.

He suddenly had an idea.

Ge Ye: "Why don't you give each of you a picture."

Qianyi and Feng Wuyue were overjoyed.

Qianyi was delighted that she could get the master's ink marks.

What Feng Wuyue likes is that there are still words to listen to.

There is a feeling of being hit by a bystander.

Ge Ye: "Do you have any words you really want?"

Feng Wuyue: "I, me, me, the word Feng will be fine."

Ge Ye: "You want four words?"

What, she didn't mean "Me, me, me, Feng."

Feng Wuyue: "Wind."

Feng Wuyue: "Feng, one word. Just the surname, Feng, ah, let everything follow the wind."

Ge Ye: "Okay. How about you?"

Qian Yi: "That's a thousand words."

Mo Qi: "That's a strange word."

Then Ge Ye waved his sleeves and took out his four treasure box.

A four-treasure box that is very artistic at first glance.

Open it, and there are pens, ink, paper, and inkstone inside.

Wonderful brush, pure ink, jade paper, strange inkstone.

You can see the brilliance, you can see the spirit.

In the pen, the spring and autumn are among the good men, and the ink is in the thousands of mountains and rivers.

The universe is right and wrong in the paper, and the inkstone is sharpening the square inch.

Qianyi's eyes lit up.

Feng Wuyue is a layman, and he can tell at a glance that he is not ordinary.

Ge Ye didn't say much, just set up the four treasures.

Then he swiped his pen and wrote three words on three pieces of paper.

"Wind", "Thousand", "Odd".

It's really a random stroke, the wonderful brush is full of flowers, and the words are like wind and thunder, which has a special charm.

Qianyi: "Admiration!"

Feng Wuyue: "Okay! Wow, so my surname can be written so beautifully!"

Compared with this, I can't even write my own last name well.

ashamed ashamed.

Mo Qi also said hello in a rare way.

Qianyi and Mo Qi took the writing aside and studied it.

Feng Wuyue looked at the words in his hand and was very satisfied.

Wow, it looks good.

She was very excited and put her head in front of Ge Ye.

As for Ge Ye, he just lowered his head to pick up the inkstone he had put away.

He didn't guard against Feng Wuyue's head coming over suddenly.

Then, Feng Wuyue felt as if her lips touched something soft.

There is also a unique dark fragrance.

Her lips touched the side of his face.

The two froze for a moment.

It can be said that the word "petrochemical" is very suitable for this moment.

Feng Wuyue's heart was beating violently.

How did everything just happen?
Is she indecent now? Song Ye?
Why is his face so smooth?

Ge Ye's heartbeat almost stopped.

How did everything just happen?
Is he being molested by Feng Wuyue now?
Why are her lips so soft?

Then both of them came back to their senses.

The two bounced off quickly.

Ge Ye sat with his back tensed, pretending to be calm to arrange the paper and pen.

Feng Wuyue used too much force and hit the back of the chair with a "bang".

The sound was so loud that Qianyi Moqi, who was sitting far away, heard it.

They looked up.

Qianyi: "What's wrong?"

Feng Wuyue: "I accidentally bumped into it. I was just too excited to read the words. It's okay. You can study yours slowly."

God, it would be fine if there was a hole in the ground directly under her feet, and she fell directly to the first floor.

If only she could be teleported away at this moment.

Feng Wuyue rubbed her back, deliberately trying to look at her back.

She didn't dare to watch Song Ye anymore.

In Ge Ye's mind, is she a big female hooligan?

Feng Wuyue felt that her face was also hot, and her back was also hot.

Speaking of which, the taste just now was really delicious, and she would be willing to try it again.

Ah bah, how could you think like that.

Feng Wuyue's face became even hotter.

Ge Ye has never encountered such a thing.

There were no women who could move around him before, and there were no women anywhere who dared to touch him.

Well, it just felt pretty good.

Ge Ye felt that he had the desire to paint.

So he and Qianyi spoke: "Qianyi, I'm sorry, but I may have to ask you and Mo Qi to go out for a while and clear out the people in this building. I suddenly got inspiration and wanted to make a few simple paintings for you. I’m not used to having other people around when I’m painting.”

When Qianyi heard that there were still paintings, she was overjoyed.

Everyone has hobbies, and she is no stranger to them.

She is also not used to having others watching when she paints.

So Qianyi and Mo Qi went out to clear the building.

Feng Wuyue is also ready to go out.

Ge Ye said to her: "You don't have to go. But you have to stay and do your own thing."

When Feng Wuyue heard it, she was very happy that she didn't have to leave.

She can witness the creation of a painting from scratch.

Once again, you have to stay and do your own thing.

Oh, then just peek later.

Feng Wuyue took the book over.

She sat far away in a corner watching Ge Ye.

Ge Ye saw that he was sitting far away.

Ge Ye: "Ahem, you can get closer."

ah?a little closer.

Feng Wuyue simply sat in front of him.

Ge Ye: "It's too close, you can go a little further."

what the hell?Go a little further.

Ever since, under Ge Ye's command, Feng Wuyue took a seat not too far away.

The viewing angle from this location is not very good.

Song Ye could clearly see what Feng Wuyue was doing.

And Feng Wuyue couldn't see what Ge Ye was painting.

You can see Ge Ye's profile.

　Feng Wuyue: God, I feel like I need to do some calculations recently.

　　Cang Tian: The good show is over, why bother with fortune-telling, sometimes there must be fortune-telling.

　　Feng Wuyue: Heaven, let me reveal it.

　　Heaven: already asleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)