Interstellar national male god

"What is it all? It's just an outline. I really thought it could be such a powerful thing to draw." Su Lingping pouted, and continued to say sarcastically.

Although the other actors felt that Luo Lingxing's level was not good, they didn't show it. After all, they were all human beings, and offending others would not do them any good.

Although Yang Chuanzhi thinks that the villain drawn by Luo Lingxing is cute and fits the image of Luo Xiaoqi in his mind, but such a simple one obviously cannot meet his expectations.

Among the people present, probably only Zhao Zhuowen was amazed by Luo Lingxing's painting skills.

"Little boy, who did you learn this painting skill from?" Zhao Zhuowen asked impatiently.

In Zhao Zhuowen's view, to have such a foundation at such a young age, it must be possible to learn from a super master.

"Mr. Zhao, why didn't you say something when you came here? It would be a mistake to welcome you." Yang Chuanzhi suddenly heard this voice and turned his head to see that it was Zhao Zhuowen, the master of traditional Chinese painting whom he had invited so much.

Zhao Zhuowen simply nodded at Yang Chuanzhi, and focused on Luo Lingxing again.

"Hi Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I can't disclose the name of my teacher, please forgive me." Luo Lingxing said politely.

It is really inconvenient to disclose the name of his teacher. After all, it was all a matter of his previous life. This painting was learned when he was a prince. More than 1000 years have passed, and he can't remember the teacher's name clearly.

But this sentence has another meaning in Zhao Zhuowen's ears.

Generally, the masters in the painting and calligraphy circles would not make it too public even if they accepted apprentices. After all, literati have their own pride and don't care about those fame and fortune, so Zhao Zhuowen understands it very well.

"It's okay, it's okay, can you lend me a look at the paintings you made in the film later?" Zhao Zhuowen said with a smile, and the initial contempt was completely gone in his heart.

"It's an honor." Luo Lingxing responded appropriately.

Yang Chuanzhi and other actors stood by and watched them having a good chat, all of them had question marks in their heads, especially Yang Chuanzhi was puzzled, he was worried that Zhao Zhuowen would resign because of Luo Lingxing's provocation, but just now he listened to their words The conversation doesn't seem like that.

"Old Zhao, I need to trouble you for the painting later." Yang Chuanzhi said politely.

Zhao Zhuowen waved his hand and said, "No need, you have a good actor, just wait and see later."

Yang Chuanzhi started the last filming with a feeling of dubiousness and anticipation. At the beginning, Luo Xiaoqi stood in the courtyard of his bedroom, looking at the fallen leaves blown away by the wind not far away, recalling what happened after leaving the palace. When the love for the friends and friends I met, I couldn't help drawing the scene in my mind.

In the beautiful countryside, everyone rode on the road together. Everyone talked and laughed along the way. Although Luo Xiaoqi didn’t know how to ride a horse, it didn’t affect his good mood. He rode a horse with Yang Fan and enjoyed the fun of riding a horse. .

A painting is finished in one go, and the scene in my mind is gradually printed on the paper, vividly, as if even other people saw the heroic scene at that time, as if they heard everyone's sincere laughter, and were infected by the emotions of the characters in the painting with.

This scene should have ended after he finished the last stroke and showed a sincere and touching smile. However, Luo Lingxing had finished his pen and laughed, but he never heard the director's voice to stop. The smile is almost stiff.