The Local Lazy Man System

"Ah, what are you talking about?"

Ye Yaorong returned to his mind and asked.

"You..., are you even better?"

Zhao Ying was almost vomiting blood because of Ye Yaorong's attitude.

Brother, please be more serious, this attitude is simply ignoring yourself.

It's crazy.

"Hey, you have finished painting, not bad, this painting is still a painting, there are mountains and rivers, so beautiful, much better than this ghost symbol."

Ye Yaorong looked at Zhao Ying's landscape paintings and nodded and said. In Ye Yaorong's view, this is the real art of painting.

"you……"

Zhao Ying was so angry that she couldn't speak.

I feel that this year's most perfect painting turned into a ghost painting symbol in Ye Yaorong's mouth, which is really annoying.

"Don't just talk about it, just draw one if you have the ability!" a member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association looked at Ye Yaorong with contempt and said.

In his opinion, Ye Yaorong is just a stickler who speaks without practice.

"It seems that if I won't show my hand, you are not convinced. What should I paint?" Ye Yaorong thought for a while.

"Draw me!"

Liu Yifei said excitedly.

Since seeing that kind of beautiful portrait in Liu Qingqing's bedroom, Liu Yifei has wondered when Ye Yaorong could paint such a beautiful portrait for himself.

It’s just that Liu Yifei didn’t know how to speak. After all, Liu Yifei knew some art of painting. He knew that the portrait painting Liu Qingqing hung on the bedroom would be priceless if it was put up for auction. At least, he bought it. Great.

"it is good."

Ye Yaorong glanced at Liu Yifei and agreed.

Picking up the brush, Ye Yaorong started drawing on a blank piece of paper next to Zhao Ying’s painting. There weren’t too many colors. Ye Yaorong only used black and white colors. Using a single brush, he quickly became an outstanding artist. The beautiful lady appeared on the drawing paper.

Although it is only a very monotonous black and white portrait, it gives people a kind of visual beauty.

"This……"

Master Chen was stunned.

"Oh my God!"

The people of the Calligraphy and Painting Association were dumbfounded.

"What a beautiful person, what a beautiful painting!"

The people who saw the beautiful women on the screen were amazed.

"Oh my god, it seems, it's like people are living in paintings."

Zhang Linlin looked at Ye Yaorong's paintings and felt like hell. If her friend Liu Qingqing was not by her side, Zhang Linlin would even suspect that her friend had gone into the painting.

Although the painting is only monotonous black and white colors, it gives people a feeling of life, especially the eyes, as if they are staring at themselves affectionately.

Everyone couldn't help but think of the famous painting "Mona Lisa's Smile", and suddenly felt that this painting is much better than "Mona Lisa's Smile".

"Mom, this painting is so beautiful."

The little girl in a princess costume said to her mother.

The little girl's voice suddenly recalled the thoughts of the people in the hall from the portrait painted by Ye Yaorong.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Ye Yaorong's eyes, full of shock.

Especially the people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association are all blinded

Who is this person?

The level of this Chinese painting is no longer the level of a master, it has definitely surpassed the level of a master, reaching the level of the legendary master.

But such a character, how come I have never heard of such people before.

At this time, the people of these calligraphy and painting associations have the feeling that there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and they are poor frogs at the bottom of the well.

"Mr., can you sell this painting to me? Any price is fine."

After returning to his senses, Chen Desheng, the master of Chinese painting, looked at Ye Yaorong with a look of admiration and said.

With this painting, Chen Desheng knew that in the art of Chinese painting, he was far from the young man in front of him, and there was a gulf that was hard to cross.

"Not buying."

Ye Yaorong shook his head directly and said. His own painting is Liu Yifei, and Ye Yaorong, of course, will give this painting to Liu Yifei.

No matter how much money someone else pays, Ye Yaorong will sell it. This is Ye Yaorong's principle of life.

"I don't know, your name, Master."

Although a little disappointed, Chen Desheng stopped asking for it and began to ask about Ye Yaorong’s name. After all, in Chen Desheng’s opinion, a person who can paint such a peerless Chinese painting is definitely not an unknown person. Perhaps he was born in those hidden worlds. The painting and calligraphy family is also very possible.

"I am not a master, just a farmer." Ye Yaorong said lightly.

"Farmer?"

"Brother, you just want to pretend to be coercive, so you don't have to."

"If the peasants' painting skills are so high now, calligraphy and painting artists like myself would have jumped off the building, and there is no face to call it a painter or calligrapher."

Hearing Ye Yaorong's words, the people in the Calligraphy and Painting Association didn't believe Ye Yaorong's words.

"I lost."

Zhao Ying said weakly. Zhao Ying can't do without admitting defeat. The difference between her own landscape painting and other portrait paintings is not one or two points, and it is not a class of calligraphy and painting at all.

When Ye Yaorong painted this portrait just now, the ink was very talkative, and soon the ink in this portrait dries out.

"Give it to you."

Ye Yaorong rolled up the drawing paper and handed it to Liu Yifei.

"Give it to me?"

Liu Yifei asked in surprise.

You must know that Liu Yifei has always envied Liu Qingqing for having a peerless portrait of her own, which can be passed down as a family heirloom.

Today Ye Yaorong also drew a peerless portrait of himself. Although it is far less perfect than Liu Qingqing's painting, in Liu Yifei's view, this is completely enough.

This is also a peerless portrait that records your beauty and youth, which can be passed on to your children and grandchildren as a family heirloom.

"The beauty in the painting is you, of course I will give it to you."

Ye Yaorong said with a smile. Ye Yaorong wanted to give Liu Yifei a gift for a long time, but he didn't think about what to give. This time on a whim, he would draw a picture and give it to her. This is more meaningful than a gift that you spend money on.

"Thank you!"

Liu Yifei excitedly took Ye Yaorong and handed it over to paint, holding it in his arms, as if he might be snatched away.

Liu Yifei thought it over, and asked someone to frame the painting tomorrow, like Liu Qingqing, hung it in her bedroom so that she could see it every day.

"Um, handsome guy, can you draw a portrait for me too?"

Looking at Liu Yifei holding the painting in his arms, Zhang Linlin was envious. Zhang Linlin also wanted to have such a perfect portrait of her own, and she couldn't help but wink at Ye Yaorong and asked.

"No!"

Ye Yaorong denied it directly. This Linlin was not related to herself. He and her only met today, so Ye Yaorong would not have the idle time to paint her.

"stingy!"

Zhang Linlin cast an uncomfortable glance at Ye Yaorong and said.

"I think we should leave here."

Seeing that so many people in the art exhibition hall looked at him like monkeys, Ye Yaorong was a little upset and didn't want to stay here, so he spoke.

"Well, let's go."

Liu Yifei took Ye Yaorong's hand and walked outside the clubhouse.

Anyway, I have already participated in Zhao Ying’s solo exhibition. As for her being beaten by Ye Yaorong, she deserves it in Liu Yifei's eyes. Who made her grow up and always count others. This time she digs a hole and jumps by herself. She was unlucky.

Liu Yifei won't comfort her!

"Wait for me, Feifei, do you mind if I hold your boyfriend's hand?"

Seeing Ye Yaorong and Liu Yifei about to leave, Zhang Linlin hurriedly chased them, took Ye Yaorong's other arm, and said to Liu Qingqing on the other side.

"Can I say no?"

Liu Yifei glanced at her friend and said.

"Hehe, of course not."

Zhang Linlin said with a smile. Now Zhang Linlin is very curious about what Liu Yifei's farmer boyfriend does. The paintings are better than those of the masters of traditional Chinese painting.

Zhang Linlin didn't believe that Ye Yaorong was an ordinary farmer.

"Then you still ask."

Liu Yifei said depressedly.

"This master, can you leave a contact information?"

Seeing that Ye Yaorong was leaving, Li Desheng hurried to catch up and talk. In Li Desheng's view, the calligraphy and painting skills of this young man are far above him. Even in China, in Chinese painting, none of the people Li Desheng knows has reached this level.

When Li Desheng was young, he studied Chinese painting with his master. His master said that the real calligraphy and painting are among the people, and Li Desheng has never believed that.

Now Li Desheng believes that such a young youth can paint such a realm of paintings. Doesn't this explain the problem?

"No."

Ye Yaorong directly refused. Ye Yaorong didn't plan to develop in the calligraphy and painting circles, so he didn't want to have anything to do with these people.

"On behalf of the China Painting and Calligraphy Association, I invite you to join the Painting and Calligraphy Association." Chen Desheng invited.

"Not interested in."

Ye Yaorong shook his head and said. Ye Yaorong is really not interested in participating in these associations.

"Mr., you can consider joining the Calligraphy and Painting Association. There are only benefits, no harm."

Chen Desheng persuaded Ye Yaorong. Chen Desheng sincerely hopes that Ye Yaorong can join the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association. What China lacks in the painting and calligraphy circles now is a leading figure, and this young man's painting skills can definitely be a leading figure in the Huaxia painting and calligraphy circle.

"Thank you, I don't need it."

After Ye Yaorong finished speaking, he took Liu Yifei and Zhang Linlin and walked outside.

"Pity……"

Chen Desheng was a little bit lost. The art level of Chinese calligraphy and painting is getting worse and worse. To a large extent, these folk calligraphers and painters are too indifferent to fame and fortune.

In a corner of the lobby on the first floor of the clubhouse~www.NovelMTL.com~ Lin Wanrong stared at Ye Yaorong's figure viciously, and asked Yunhai around him: "Are everyone arranged?"

"Lin Shao, don't worry, everything has been arranged, at least let this kid break a leg." Zhao Yunhai stared coldly at the figure of Ye Yaorong who walked out of the gate of the clubhouse and said.

"Very well, I want him to understand that robbing me of a woman is simply seeking his own death."

Lin Wanrong said viciously, in Lin Wanrong's eyes, Liu Yifei belonged to him, and no one could rob him.

"That's, that's, and only a beauty like Liu Yifei is worthy of Young Lin." Zhao Yunhai flattered over.

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