The flower protector of the female president

Seeing Chen Xing pour the ink from his left hand onto the paper, Tang Cailing groaned in her heart, what is this master trying to do?
It's not like painting at all, it's obviously making trouble.Didn't he turn his face and deny people after telling me the story, just make trouble and get away with it?
"Master, master, don't play around. What kind of person did you just now, you just draw a picture!" Tang Xiaoling was in a hurry. She wanted to show off in front of her friends. This bumpkin master played like this, she Tang Cailing's loss would be huge.

"Aren't I painting for you? What are you in a hurry for?" Chen Xing didn't intend to stop.

Chen Xing poured a few flakes of ink on the paper, then took a brush in his right hand and painted a few strokes on it, then hung the paper on the wall, and said, "It's done!"

When everyone looked at it, they saw a few pieces of wet ink on the paper. They didn't know what the painting was, and then there were still a few drops of wet ink flowing down the paper.

What is this painting called?Worse than children's graffiti!

Tang Cailing's friends all looked at her with their mouths wide open.

Several of them could have heard it. Tang Cailing's words just now told everyone clearly that she was not just listening to the story. Is this to invite everyone to watch her make a joke?

Tang Cailing was also dumbfounded, but, after all, she had seen Chen Xing's funny picture of a turtle before, so she couldn't believe that Chen Xing actually gave her such an explanation after "telling a story" to her.

"Stand a little farther away, there are secrets in this painting, for sure!" Tang Cailing herself was a little bit unconfident when she said this.

So a group of people followed Tang Cailing and stood far away to watch.

However, no matter how you look at it, the paper is still just a few lumps of wet ink.

Tang Cailing looked at Chen Xing with a complicated expression.

"Damn it, this bastard is really deceiving! Damn it, it doesn't count if you deceived Tang Cailing, but you still want to deceive us with such a low-end method?" Someone turned to stare at Chen Xing angrily, Very angry face.

This person's name is Ma Mingzhe, and he was interested in Tang Cailing at first. Hearing what Tang Cailing said just now, he had already guessed that Chen Xing was enjoying himself upstairs, and he was already gnashing his teeth with hatred. Now, when he saw Chen Xing's paintings, it was a complete mess. Deciding that Chen Xing is a fraudster, he wished to eat Chen Xing in his stomach.

Chen Xing shook his head, sighed, and said to Ma Mingzhe: "You look like a dog, but you are actually a fool. Alas, what a pity."

"Who are you calling stupid?" Ma Mingzhe was already furious, he raised his right fist and threw it at Chen Xing.

As soon as Chen Xing stretched out his hand, he clenched his fist, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "Talk about fighting with brother? You should go back to your mother's womb to practice before you come back!"

Ma Mingzhe's fist was held in Chen Xing's palm, beads of sweat kept coming out of his head, and it felt like the bones in his hand were about to break.

Fortunately, Mrs. Tang appeared at this time. When she saw Chen Xing, she immediately exclaimed with joy, "Ah, Master Chen, it's really great that you came to my house!"

As soon as Chen Xing let go, Ma Mingzhe finally escaped from the sky, stepped back and hugged his right hand and sucked in a "sizzling" breath.

"Is Master Chen here to paint for me?" Mrs. Tang looked at Chen Xing expectantly.

Chen Xing nodded lightly, and said, "It's all finished and hung on the wall."

Chen Xing learned today that the small incense burner that Mrs. Tang gave him unintentionally was actually related to his practice, so he came to the Tang family villa to ask the whereabouts of the other small incense burner, and the other reason was to draw it by the way. A painting can be regarded as a reward for Mrs. Tang's unintentional act.

After all, for the last painting, Mrs. Tang spent money to buy the painting from Chen Xing, and then gave Chen Xing such an important thing. Of course, the important thing is that Chen Xing told her daughter the "story" for a long time, No matter how shameless Chen Xing is, he still wants to pay back some favors.

Madam Tang was overjoyed immediately, and stared at the paintings on the wall to study.But after studying for a long time, he couldn't find anything, so he asked Chen Xingdao: "What is the master drawing this time? What magical brushwork did you use? Master explain it to me!"

She was actually ashamed to say that she didn't understand.

Then Ma Mingzhe suffered a loss just now, and now he is still determined to expose Chen Xing as a liar, and said to Mrs. Tang: "Mrs. Tang, don't be deceived by a liar, he basically didn't draw anything. , It’s just a few balls of ink scribbled on the paper.”

Mrs. Tang naturally didn't believe Ma Mingzhe's words, but she still needed Chen Xing's explanation.

Chen Xing sighed, and said: "I didn't expect that none of the people present had enough brains to see what I drew?"

Chen Xing's words were tantamount to mocking the audience, and immediately offended everyone in the audience.Mrs. Tang also showed embarrassment, but she knew that Chen Xing possessed extraordinary skills, so it was not easy to offend, so she could only say awkwardly: "How can we compare Master Chen's artistic level? How about you explain it to everyone?"

"However, if he can tell what the painting is, I'll drink the ink!" Ma Mingzhe said.

Chen Xing snapped his fingers and said to Ma Mingzhe, "You said that!"

Chen Xing walked up to the painting, pointed at the painting, and said, "..."

Everyone was waiting for his explanation, but Chen Xing was stunned for a while looking at the painting.

"Hey, I haven't done it yet, wait a minute." Chen Xing returned to his original position.

Everyone was speechless for a while.

The painting was indeed still wet, and the reason was naturally that Chen Xing poured the ink on it just now, instead of painting it with a brush.

Ma Mingzhe looked at Chen Xing gleefully, and said, "If you can't tell, drink the ink!"

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Chen Xing replied.

Mrs. Tang saw that Chen Xing was waiting for the painting to dry, so she asked someone to serve tea to Chen Xing.Chen Xing was sitting while drinking tea leisurely.

Tang Cailing pulled Mrs. Tang aside at this moment, and asked in a low voice, "Mom, are you sure that the painting was done by him?"

She was really worried that if Chen Xing was really a liar, she would suffer a lot.

"It can't be fake!" Mrs. Tang said with certainty.

After a while, while Chen Xing was still drinking tea leisurely, Mrs. Tang stared at the painting and suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, it turns out to be a lotus!"

All the people present looked at Chen Xing's painting, and saw a few graceful lotus leaves appearing on the ink-drained paper, and a budding lotus flower standing in the middle, a large freehand painting of a lotus flower So it came out on paper.

It turned out that Chen Xing let the ink flow down on the paper just now, it turned out to be lotus leaves and branches of lotus flowers.Just now there were still a few lumps of ink, and there were still a few flowing ink, and after a while, it turned into an interesting picture of lotus flowers. This process of change is really amazing.

There was an exclamation in the hall.

The people in the hall were all young people, but their parents were friends of Mrs. Tang's collectors, and their eyes were also fascinated, and they immediately saw the benefits of this lotus painting.

Then, all eyes turned to Ma Mingzhe.

Ma Mingzhe immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing just now. He laughed twice and said, "Well, there is nothing magical about it. Tang Cailing, didn't you say that his paintings are amazing? What's so special about an ordinary lotus picture?"

Ma Mingzhe obviously wanted to renege on his debts, so to speak, who would really want to do things like drinking ink?

"Oh? You really want to renege on your debt. It seems that you are not convinced if you don't show some real skills!"

As Chen Xing said, he walked to the painting and turned it upside down with his hand.

Everyone looked at it and found it strange, there was actually another painting on the back of the lotus painting, with a few freehand goldfish jumping out of the paper, I didn't see him painting on the back just now, so why are there these goldfishes on the back?
Chen Xing said: "This is an ancient painting technique that cannot be passed on to the outside world. There is a well-known trick called Litou Zhibei. For thousands of years, people only know that Litou Zhibei is an idiom, but in fact it is one of the ancient painting techniques that are not known to the outside world. The artist paints on the other side, pushing the ink to the back of the paper with a force that ordinary people cannot match, and while painting on the other side, he is actually painting on this side.”

After hearing Chen Xing's explanation, the hall was filled with amazement.

They have never seen such a magical painting method.Even Mrs. Tang, who has seen the hidden strokes, is the first time she has heard of this "power through the back of the paper".

Mrs. Tang said excitedly: "The master is indeed a master, he really has endless magical painting skills!"

Tang Cailing also cleared up all the doubts at this time, she approached Chen Xing and said, "Master, you are so amazing, when will you tell me stories again?"

"After telling stories, there are opportunities."

After Chen Xing finished speaking, he left Tang Cailing behind, picked up the ink in one hand, walked up to Ma Mingzhe, squeezed Ma Mingzhe's chin with the other hand, and poured a bowl of ink into his mouth.Ma Mingzhe wanted to struggle, but couldn't move, so he opened his eyes wide and swallowed a bowl of ink into his stomach.

Ma Mingzhe swallowed a stomach full of ink, feeling nauseated.

Chen Xing stared and said, "Don't spit out, you'll have to eat it up if you spit it out!"

Ma Mingzhe had no choice but to swallow the ink that rushed to his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Chen Xing asked.

Ma Mingzhe didn't dare to provoke Chen Xing again, so he nodded repeatedly.

"Why don't you have another bowl?" Chen Xing looked very enthusiastic.

Ma Mingzhe was full of tears and said, "I'm full."

Chen Xing patted him on the head and said, "I'm doing this for your own good too, to let you have more ink in your stomach, so you can be smarter in the future."

Chen Xing's "power through the back of the paper" not only made Tang Cailing earn enough face, but also made her friends extremely jealous, and they all gathered around Chen Xing to ask for calligraphy.

Chen Xing said, "I'm just scribbling."

"Whoever said that Master Chen Xing's paintings are scribbles, I am in a hurry with him!"

"At the level of a master, even if it's scribbles and scribbles, it's still a top-notch masterpiece!"

"Yes, even if the master scribbles, we have to buy it!"

There was a lot of flattery, and Chen Xing listened very well.

This group of people all have family backgrounds of collectors. Knowing that this kind of opportunity is rare, there is no reason not to pester Chen Xing to paint.

Chen Xing smiled inwardly, and said, "This is what you said, so I'll scribble!"

As he said that, Chen Xing asked Tang Cailing to prepare a notebook, and while he was collecting money, he was scribbling on the side.

"I want this 20."

"I want this 30."

After a while, Chen Xing's "graffiti" was robbed.

I've never seen such a stupid person. I scribbled on the paper, and they want to grab it!
Chen Xing walked out of the Tang Mansion contentedly, but saw the man in the sunglasses lying on the ground, and a man stood on the tall wall of the Tang Mansion, silently waving at him.