Eyes open to the money in the city

Chapter 152

It's not that Hu Yang has never painted in crowded places, even though today's crowd is the most crowded he has ever experienced.However, what he has been doing most recently is painting.

Today, the art of painting has become a part of him.

In the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, Hu Yang Hu Yang dipped his pen in the ink, and after a little thought.The pen walks the dragon...

A series of smooth lines are produced by Populus euphratica, although there are not many experts here, and even fewer know how to draw.However, even ordinary people can tell that Hu Yang's paintings...

Completely incomprehensible!
"What is this? Costume design?"

"Let me just say, how can ordinary people draw brocade ash piles? Eight different fonts! Is that something that people of all ages can learn?"

"It seems that there is a good show to watch."

……

Even Qin Zixuan, Qian Xiaoer, and even Hu Jiaxin couldn't tell what Hu Yang was doing...

What he painted turned out to be a human body, the appearance of the person wearing the clothes.

Although many people are criticizing Populus euphratica, after all, there are still people who know how to do it...

"This young man is not simple. Even if he doesn't know how to pile brocade ash, his attainment in painting is one of the few in the younger generation."

"Hmm! The posture of this pen and the strength of writing are definitely at the professional level."

"It's almost colorless, otherwise, this is definitely a rare and good work."

……

Just when people were talking about it, under Hu Yang's pen, a suit of clothes had been drawn.The brush and ink lines are soft and elegant, and the whole retro-style robe looks like it is worn by a woman.

Moreover, even though Populus euphratica has not yet painted human faces, most of the doubting voices have disappeared.

Because, even if it's just a piece of clothing, the "beauty" with people has surpassed whether it is professional or not.That is to say, even a person without any calligraphy and painting skills and eyesight can tell at a glance that the clothes are well tailored.The figure of the owner of the clothes makes people know who Hu Yang is painting...

Xu Bihua nodded and smiled with a kind face.

The others glanced at her inadvertently.

Obviously, even if it is a piece of clothing without human appearance, Populus Hu Yang also expresses the temperament and personality of the character itself.

Immediately afterwards, no one said a word, and everyone was watching Populus euphratica performing like magic.

After a while, the trousers, shoes and socks of the lower body were also displayed in front of people's eyes.

In the end, when a face that people had already guessed appeared in everyone's eyes, the applause could not help but gradually rang out.

A person very similar to Xu Bihua, just like sitting in the painting.

The only difference is that Xu Bihua is wearing a moon-white Hanfu with different "shou" patterns embroidered on his body.

However, what Populus euphratica painted was only a white dress, without any background on it.

Just when people applauded one after another, thinking that Hu Yang is a rare young painter even if he can't paint brocade ash piles.

Hu Yang stretched his waist and said, "I'm going to start."

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, Hu Yang changed to a smaller brush and began to paint on the Hanfu again...

Not long after, a Hanfu with brocade ashes as the background flower appeared on Xu Bihua's body in the original picture!

This time, there is no applause, only silence!
It took about 30 seconds for the people who recovered to burst into applause!

"Okay! That's great! Brocade Huidui Baishou Picture! He also said that people don't know eight kinds of calligraphy. There are no less than twenty kinds of calligraphy on this one, right?"

"Amazing skills! Amazing skills! If this work is auctioned, I will offer 50 yuan!"

"What are you thinking? You may not be able to buy it for 100 million yuan. Besides, the owner is not short of money."

"Baby! A real baby! Old Qian, your daughter has a good eye. You found a live baby!"

……

Just as some old people congratulated Qian Jintang one after another, Qin Zixuan's face was covered with a layer of frost.

However, Populus euphratica ignored all of this.

At this time, his attainments were immersed in the realm of painting.

At this time, Populus euphratica only had the painting itself in his eyes.

Moreover, in his eyes, the painting is still not perfect.

Just a little bit...

Populus euphratica looked around and saw a gardener watering the flowers in the yard.

He walked over and borrowed the watering can for watering the flowers.

When people appreciate the wonderful paintings, they have already forgotten to pay attention to Populus euphratica.

Suddenly, people noticed that a person stepped onto the table.Blocking the sight of many people...

"Hey! What are you doing? Hurry down, don't get this baby dirty!"

"Who is so unqualified!"

"Get out of the way, I haven't seen it clearly yet."

……

After everyone complained, they looked up and found that the one who made them hate was the author of this painting... Populus euphratica!
Immediately, the people fell silent, with embarrassing expressions on their faces.

Populus euphratica picked up the watering can and began to pressurize it continuously. Then, it sprayed into the sky...

"Ah! Is this going to destroy this work?"

"Oh my god, is he just crazy? It's about someone's birthday, and that's it?"

""Don't be silly, come down quickly!
……

As if no one was around, Populus euphratica pressed the watering can to the bottom, and a cloud of water mist rose into the sky.

However, the water mist sprayed by the kettle for watering the flowers is not uniform, and the water droplets vary in size.After Populus euphratica finished spraying, he immediately squatted down.

After putting down the watering can, his hands kept swinging in the air.

A series of afterimages, in front of people's eyes, dazzled for a while.

However, the picture scroll in their eyes is constantly changing...

Originally, a perfect two-dimensional picture scroll gradually became bumpy after water droplets and mist of different sizes rained down.

Especially the most critical part of the picture scroll.Because it's just a brush and ink.The entire painting that was originally the same color, at this time, is like a magic trick, and there is a sharp contrast in layers!

Against the backdrop of alternate shades of ink, "Xu Bihua" seems to come alive in the painting.Especially those kind eyes and the pile of brocade ash on his body.

After the eyes appeared darkened, they looked so deep and gentle, just like looking at the person you love the most.

However, the brocade ash is piled under the infection of the ink layer, just like an ancient scroll that has gone through the vicissitudes of time, unfolded in front of people...

There is no need for any so-called expert judgment anymore, the attainment of this painting has surpassed people's cognition of calligraphy and painting skills.

Even Xu Bihua himself, who has always been calm and calm, stood up and walked to the painting without knowing it...

"This... makes people unbelievable!"

Others thought similarly to Xu Bihua.

However, at this time, Hu Yang just woke up from the table like a dream.

He cupped his fists towards Qian Jintang and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Qian, I forgot the occasion because of the sudden rise of painting."

At this time, Qian Jintang was already surrounded by all kinds of envious compliments and couldn't extricate himself. There was no reason to find fault with Populus euphratica...

"Xian... that Populus euphratica, what are you talking about? We will be a family from now on. How can there be such heretics?"

Hu Yang scratched his head helplessly, just when he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

The cold and silky arm that had been piercing his armpit, took his arm...

"Hu Yang, on my father's birthday, I want you to draw a painting like this, it's only better, don't fool me!"

This gentle and intoxicating voice made Hu Yang's heart melt.

After a glance in disbelief, she was sure that such a coquettish voice really came from Qin Zixuan's mouth.

However, the complexions of those who kept congratulating Qian Jintang, Qian Jintang, and everyone in the Qian family changed.

For a long time, Qian Jintang looked at Hu Yang and Qin Zixuan, and then at his precious daughter, wondering, "This is it?"

Just now, Qian Xiaoer also listened to those people's compliments to Qian Jintang.

However, even though she was blushing and heart beating, she kept sneaking glances at Hu Yang and Qin Zixuan, fearing that they would get angry.However, I just don’t have the courage to stand up and deny it.

At this time, Qian Jintang asked in public, Qian Xiaoer's face was pale at that time...

"Hu Yang is... me, and Xuanxuan's good friend. He's coming on my mother's birthday, and on Uncle Qin's birthday, so naturally he's going too."

In the end, afraid of people asking, Qian Xiaoer pulled Hu Yang over and said, "Thank you for drawing this picture for my mother. By the way, can you leave your seal this time?"

Populus euphratica really has a seal.Because, since you really know how to draw, you must look like a painter.

Hu Yang took out the seal from his pocket, and printed ink on the ink prepared by Qian Xiaoer.

On top of the portrait I just painted...

"3000 years, is this your treasure number?" It was Qiu Chengze who asked.

Hu Yang replied: "It's my name, Bao, it's not my name."

At this time, Qian Jintang, who had recovered from the incident just now, said: "Old Qiu, this time I know why you will never be able to meet the master you mentioned, right? Because he is your junior. Hahaha ..."

Qian Jintang laughed heartily, as if he had forgotten all about the embarrassment just now.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he was quite unhappy.If someone else is robbing Qian Xiaoer, then Qian Jintang is willing to give everything to fight for it.

However, facing the behemoth of the Tianhai Qin family, he didn't even have the confidence to fight.

Even, Qian Jintang didn't dare to look up at his wife and daughter at this time.

After so many years, the feeling of inferiority has reappeared in this legendary entrepreneur...

The person who knows Qian Jintang best is of course Xu Bihua.

At some point, Xu Bihua walked up to Qian Jintang's side and took his arm. "Old Qian, everyone has their own destiny. You have done enough. Children's affairs, let their respective fates."

Qian Jintang patted the back of his wife's hand and nodded silently.

Hu Yang, who walked to the side, took the opportunity to pat the back of Qin Zixuan's hand...

"Old Qin, my life has been ruined by you. If you are irresponsible, I will never let you get such an excellent man like me!"

Qin Zixuan seemed to have also been affected by the dazzling influence of Populus euphratica just now.

He didn't even refute, but nodded shyly. "Without someone as outstanding as you, I would rather be alone for the rest of my life."

Hu Yang's heart was filled with happiness immediately, and he grabbed Qin Zixuan's hand, "Pull the hook!"

Saying that, Hu Yang took Qin Zixuan's hand, two fingers pulled together.

"stamp!"

Saying that, Hu Yang's thumb and Qin Zixuan's thumb were printed together...

"No change for 100 years! Hehe..."

Seeing Hu Yang happy like the silly son of the landlord's family, Qin Zixuan also felt very happy in her heart.However, thinking about the broken rules in her family, I feel a little helpless.

"Hu Yang, I will try my best. However, if it really doesn't work, Xiao Er is your best choice."

Saying that, Qin Zixuan let go of Hu Yang's arm, as if she didn't want Qian Xiaoer to see what happened between them.

(End of this chapter)