City: Start from participating in the Appreciation Program

Chapter 175 Are we learning a kind of painting?
Although Qin Miaomiao's exaggerated appearance made Luo Fan speechless, it was a good thing to help him get rid of Liu Tingting's big trouble.

Later, I must call Liu Jun and tell him to take good care of my daughter and not ask her to harass me.

To everyone's surprise, Liu Tingting looked soft and weak, but she refused to give up half a step when speaking.

Facing Qin Miaomiao's sudden appearance, Liu Tingting was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately reacted.

Liu Tingting said without giving an inch, "Who did I think it was? It turns out that the real girlfriend is here."

"It's just a girlfriend, why does Master Luo seem to be in your pocket."

"As long as you are not married, then I have the freedom to pursue Master Luo, you don't care!"

Liu Tingting deliberately added an accent to the word girlfriend, as if to remind Qin Miaomiao to pay attention to her identity.

Qin Miaomiao didn't expect Liu Tingting to be so difficult to deal with. Generally, thin-skinned people retreated as soon as they faced their own questioning. Why did this little girl not only not retreat, but even face the difficulties?
Seeing that a battle was about to break out, Luo's mother felt that she couldn't watch the excitement any longer, so she hurriedly stood up and said, "Okay, everyone, stop arguing."

"Let's sit down and have a good talk. There is no need to quarrel here. It hurts the peace."

Now that Luo's mother has spoken, it's hard for the two of them to face each other head-on.

Especially Liu Tingting, unexpectedly changed her previous appearance, and said with a smile: "Auntie is right, I listen to Auntie."

As a result, it seemed that Qin Miaomiao was a little ignorant, and secretly cursed "green tea", Qin Miaomiao also sat down indignantly.

Seeing that there were pastries on the table, Qin Miaomiao unceremoniously picked up a piece and ate it.

Liu Tingting asked Qin Miaomiao with a smile: "Sister, does this sweet-scented osmanthus cake taste good?"

Qin Miaomiao thought it was something from Luo Fan's family, and said honestly, "It tastes very good."

Liu Tingting's eyes lit up, and she said, "It tastes good? I think so too. I must make more for Master Luo in the future."

Qin Miaomiao asked in surprise, "You did this?"

Then without thinking about it, he spit all the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth into the trash can, threw the half in his hand into it, and shouted: "Bah bah bah, this is really unpalatable!"

Everyone watching this scene couldn't help laughing, especially Luo Fan. He was a little puzzled, Qin Miaomiao still had such a cute side?
At this time, Liu Tingting stood up and said, "Since the cakes have been delivered and Master Luo has seen them, I will go back today."

"Master Luo, see you tomorrow! See you, uncle and aunt."

After speaking, Liu Tingting chose to leave regardless of Luo's parents and Luo's mother's persuasion.

Walking to the door, Liu Tingting's momentum instantly weakened, touching her flushed face, who knows where she had the courage to say such words just now.

She didn't know what would happen if she stayed any longer, so she decided it was better to leave first.

After Liu Tingting left, everyone's eyes focused on Qin Miaomiao again, and she was so embarrassed that she could only pick up a teacup and drink tea to cover up her embarrassment.

Luo's mother asked Qin Miaomiao in a doubtful but certain tone: "Are you my son's girlfriend?"

Qin Miaomiao could only bite the bullet and nod her head. She instantly felt that she was at a loss. The last time Luo Fan pretended to be her boyfriend, she didn't meet the parents.

Seeing Qin Miaomiao nodding, Luo's mother said, "We are not unenlightened people. Although I feel that your clothes are a bit strange, as long as Luo Fan likes them, we have no objections."

Then she pulled Dad Luo away, and said as she walked, "Old man, let's go up, don't be a light bulb here!"

The two of them left, but what was left to Luo Fan was endless embarrassment. The two just looked at each other without speaking for a while.

In the end, it was Luo Fan who spoke first. After all, he invited Qin Miaomiao over, and this was his home again.

Luo Fan said with a smile: "You are a little different today than usual. I didn't expect you to be so charming."

Qin Miaomiao didn't expect Luo Fan's first words to be an exaggeration of herself, she was a little surprised, she thought Luo Fan would blame her for her attire.

Qin Miaomiao said indifferently: "I didn't expect you, Luo Fan, to be able to see my charm."

"However, don't you have a little girl here, why do you want me to help you with this favor, are you full and have nothing to do?"

"Okay, my face is also exposed, I should go back, I have repaid your favor."

Luo Fan smiled and said, "It's already here, why bother to leave?"

"Believe it or not, even though my parents have said it, they are definitely hiding somewhere to peek. You will be out of the bag once you leave."

"Well, it's your first time to come to my house after all, I'll take you to my house to have a look."

Qin Miaomiao was actually very curious about Luo Fan's home, so he hesitated for a while before agreeing.

After briefly showing Qin Miaomiao the layout of the villa, the two walked to Luo Fan's study.

Qin Miaomiao looked at the books in the study room, and asked in surprise, "Can you finish reading so many books?"

Thinking of Qin Miaomiao's routine for watching too fast, Luo Fan didn't want to pretend to be forceful this time, and said, "Watch slowly, you can always finish it."

Qin Miaomiao casually looked at Luo Fan's study, and suddenly walked to Luo Fan's desk, and saw the picture of nine shrimps drawn by Luo Fan.

"Hey, what is this?"

Qin Miaomiao was immediately attracted by the picture of nine shrimps on the table. Seeing the contrasting shrimps in the picture, she couldn't help but let out an exclamation. This painting seemed to be the authentic work of Qi Baishi.

Luo Fan said calmly, "This? It's just a random painting."

How could this be your own painting?Qin Miaomiao's first reaction was disbelief.

But thinking about what happened in the past, Qin Miaomiao felt that maybe he should trust Luo Fan this time.

Sure enough, after looking at it further, Qin Miaomiao found that the ink was still in a state of not completely drying, obviously it was painted not long ago.

Then the number of shrimps on this painting is obviously wrong, it is not the picture of seven shrimps that Qi Baishi is best at, but the picture of nine shrimps, and there is no signature and seal of Qi Baishi on the side.

Although there are two more shrimps, the whole is very harmonious, and it seems to be more powerful than Qi Baishi's best picture of seven shrimps.

This is actually a work that Luo Fan only painted. Although it is a bit unbelievable, it is a true fact.

Qin Miaomiao suppressed the shock in her heart. If this painting is Luo Fan's masterpiece, how high is his painting level?
Although Luo Fan is not well-known now, it is naturally impossible for his paintings to be as expensive as Qi Baishi's paintings.

But as long as he can continue to maintain, fame is also doomed.

Qin Miaomiao smiled encouragingly and said, "Then your ability is really great, you can create such a masterpiece just by drawing casually."

"Luo Fan, do you want to consider developing into painting? I believe that with your ability, you should be able to easily succeed."

"..."

Luo Fan found out why these friends of his always like to ask himself to develop in other directions, first Go, then stone gambling, jade designer, doctor and warrior, and now a painter, it is really speechless.

Luo Fan smiled awkwardly, and said, "I think I'm more talented in antique appraisal, so I don't need to change my career."

"You seem to like this painting a little bit, or you can take it after it dries."

Qin Miaomiao didn't expect Luo Fan to say such a thing. This is a masterpiece comparable to Qi Baishi's Seven Shrimp Picture. How could he give it to himself so easily?

Qin Miaomiao asked suspiciously: "You just gave me this painting so simply? There are no additional conditions?"

"It's just a painting, what additional conditions do you need?" Luo Fan said, "You can take it if you want it, and I'll draw another one later."

Qin Miaomiao's face froze, why Luo Fan said that this kind of thing is like Chinese cabbage, and asked in disbelief: "Is this kind of painting so easy to draw? Just wait until you draw another one."

"Can you tell me how long it takes you to paint such a picture?"

Luo Fan thought for a while and said, "Drawing still takes a lot of energy, so it still takes a little time."

"It takes me about half an hour to complete such a painting. If my mother didn't want to see it, I would be too lazy to waste this time painting."

When I first heard Luo Fan say that it would take a little time, Qin Miaomiao felt that it was very normal. After all, painting is actually a lot of energy.

And from inspiration to conception to finished product, each step here may take as long as several months.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for a painting to take several years to add up, especially for such masterpieces, there are even records in history that it took a lifetime.

It's just that Luo Fan's next words left Qin Miaomiao speechless. Do you call half an hour a long time?
This Luo Fan is bragging again. I believe this painting is his work, but it is absolutely impossible for this painting to be completed within half an hour.

Qin Miaomiao glanced at Luo Fan, thinking that since you love bragging so much, then don't blame me for exposing you mercilessly.

Thinking of this, Qin Miaomiao showed a smiling face and said, "A gentleman doesn't take what others like. Since this painting is what Auntie wants, I naturally can't take it."

"Since one painting only takes half an hour, why don't you help me draw another one?"

"This picture is a picture of nine shrimps. Now that I have seen it, let's draw a picture of eight shrimps next time."

"Including the time to wait for the ink to dry completely, about one afternoon is enough time, just in time to have dinner at your house and try Auntie's craft."

Now that you can't even copy your original ideas, I'll see how you're going to blow it up, Qin Miaomiao thought triumphantly.

Hearing that Qin Miaomiao would continue to stay, Luo Fan's expression changed, and he said unwillingly, "It's too long in the afternoon, why don't I send it to you after I finish the painting?"

In Qin Miaomiao's eyes, this was all Luo Fan's excuse. He just couldn't draw for half an hour, so he just wanted to delay the time. How could she let Luo Fan succeed?
Qin Miaomiao said with displeasure: "I'm willing to wait, why don't you want to draw?"

"Are you planning to let me tell auntie that I'm actually your fake girlfriend?"

Luo Fan forgot that Qin Miaomiao still had something in his hands. Although he was not happy, he could only agree to her condition.

Luo Fan smiled wryly and said: "Okay, I will do as you said, but you took my things for this matter, if there is no other way, I will never end with you!"

After speaking, Luo Fan immediately drove Qin Miaomiao aside, and spread rice paper on another table to prepare for painting.

As for the ink, since the last painting was not used much, there is still a lot left, so there is no need to regrind the ink, which can save a lot of time.

As for the picture of eight shrimps, when Luo Fan was drawing the picture of nine shrimps, he actually conceived it along the way. At this time, he already had an inspiration in his mind.

Luo Fan, who was sitting on the seat, closed his eyes directly, and began to conceive this picture of eight shrimps in his mind.

Although Qin Miaomiao didn't believe it, and she wasn't a painter, she also knew that Luo Fan couldn't be disturbed at this time, so she just quietly watched Luo Fan thinking.

About 5 minutes later, Luo Fan finally opened his eyes, and a majestic aura suddenly emerged from his body, which startled Qin Miaomiao.

Luo Fan started to write without thinking, as if every detail of the whole painting had been imprinted in his mind, and he just needed to draw it.

Soon, several shrimps appeared on the paper, and each one was very vivid, as if they were playing in the river.

It's just that when Qin Miaomiao lamented Luo Fan's power, he found that Luo Fan frowned, crumpled the painting into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

Qin Miaomiao couldn't care less about disturbing Luo Fan, and exclaimed, "Luo Fan, what are you doing, why are you throwing away such a beautiful painting?"

But Qin Miaomiao immediately regretted it. She would disturb Luo Fan's thinking and affect the painting this time.

Miraculously, Luo Fan seemed to be completely unaffected, and even opened his mouth to explain: "This painting is not good, it is not in the most perfect state, I have to redraw it."

"You can wait at ease, that is, half an hour, and you won't be kept waiting for long."

In other words, Luo Fan was the one who drew the picture, and if the others were interrupted by Qin Miaomiao like this, they would lose all their thoughts.

After explaining, Luo Fan continued to paint, and soon a new picture of eight shrimps appeared on the paper.

However, this time, the painting that Qin Miaomiao thought was perfect was still not good enough in Luo Fan's eyes, and finally he drew another ball of waste paper and threw it into the trash can.

It was only then that Qin Miaomiao noticed that the trash can in front of Luo Fan was full of waste paper balls, which should be waste drafts from painting.

Qin Miaomiao tried to pick up a ball of waste paper, and spread it out in front of her, only to find that it was a waste draft of the first picture of nine shrimps.

Although it was a waste manuscript, judging from the things depicted on it, it was completely out of reach for Qin Miaomiao. Even after reading it for a long time, Qin Miaomiao didn't find anything wrong with the painting.

Can this kind of thing be a waste manuscript?Qin Miaomiao couldn't help wondering, did she and Luo Fan learn the same kind of painting?
(End of this chapter)