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Volume One Chapter 689 Two Naughty Women

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    "No wonder." Lao Wuwuyi nodded in agreement.  Then I took a glass mirror from the side and started to compare myself on the canvas with myself in the mirror.  "Brother, they really look alike, so much alike. Although they are incongruous, they are really similar." Seeing Lao Wuwuyi sincerely praising him, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.  "Just like it." I dropped the pencil in my hand and was about to slide my feet, but unexpectedly Lao Wuwuyi grabbed me.  "What are you doing? Do you still want me to draw another picture for you?" I couldn't help but turned around in shock.  "No, brother, can you teach me." Lao Wuwuyi shook his head quickly. It seemed that he was still a little uncomfortable with the abstract masterpieces, but his request really surprised me.  "Are you sure you want to learn?" I couldn't help but turned around curiously, sat down and looked at the boy and asked.  "Of course, brother, although you haven't painted for a long time, so your painting is not very good, but the nose and eyebrows are really like mine. I have been idle during this period, how about you teach me how to do it?"  Wu Wuyi explained with a smile.  Seeing the sincerity and sincerity on his face, and making sure that he was not mocking me but truly praising me, I finally let go of my last worry and began to shoulder the responsibilities and obligations of an elder brother like a father.  Please teach this kid how to draw.  First of all, I dragged this guy to the basement, making Lao Wuwuyi look confused.  "Brother, don't you have to paint in a brightly lit place? Why did you drag me here?" "That's because since you want to learn painting, then, starting from today, Brother Wei will teach you from the most basic level.  You." I lit a few lamps with the dim light coming from the top window on one side to brighten up the empty basement, and then asked Li Yuanfang and the others to bring in a big table and put it on it.  I got a plate, four or five apples, and a high-waisted water bottle.  Then I set a more suitable angle to make the light and dark light more clear, and then I walked to Lao Wuwuyi, who was still in a daze.  "Did you see it?" I pointed to the pile of placed things, and Lao Wuwuyi nodded honestly.  "I saw it, but fourth brother, I don't want to eat the apple now." "You guy, am I putting that for you to eat?" I glared at this idiot with a black line on my face, and then sat down.  next to him.  "This is the object for you to sketch." Then, a wonderful art class began. Teacher: His Majesty the Grandson Wuji, the founding emperor of the Chinese Empire.  Student: Prince Changsun Wuyi of the Chinese Empire.  This class can definitely affect history, and it will also affect the history of world art and world art history.  "It's a pity that I don't allow the historian to follow me anytime and anywhere, but I allow him to live in my villa and let him record some deeds.  I can't help it, that's what historians are for. It turns out that I thought historians were all excellent and loyal people.  However, since I became the emperor of the Chinese Empire, I realized that there is always a cold-faced and rigid guy there who faithfully records how many times you went to the toilet today, how many times you picked your nostrils, and how many times you teased you.  After the second woman.  No matter how good-tempered the emperor is, he will have the urge to kill and bury these people who are more hateful than the paparazzi.  Although I strongly opposed it, the ministers insisted, and the historian also insisted. In desperation, I could only compromise conditionally.  For example, my master's bedroom is an absolutely forbidden area. Even if the historian is replaced by the emperor, he cannot take a step forward.  In addition, there are some things that he is not allowed to record. For example, if I fart while eating, and he faithfully records it, it will definitely be an insult to Chi Guoguo, the founding emperor of the Chinese Empire.  After half a year of running-in, the two rotating historians have been able to grasp the pulse of this young master, and they already know very well what should be recorded and what should not be recorded. Just like now, a historian floats in like a lingering ghost, and then  I squatted next to him and kept writing something. Of course it should be recording the respectful scene between us brothers when I was teaching Lao Wuwuyi painting.  Of course, sometimes when I am in a good mood, I will even take the initiative to ask the historian to record it. For example, when I was in Xihai County some time ago, I asked the historian to record my feelings about the use of gunpowder weapons and prospects after the victory in the war.  , asking him to record everything.  In the future, I can use everything recorded by this historian to edit and perform some artistic processing. At that time, the world's first autobiography "The Emperor's Struggle" will surely shock China and the world.  I believe that by then, my master¡¯s royalties will definitely not be a small amount.  I have to say that Lao Wuwuyi is very talented in this aspect. In less than an hour, the still lifes he painted are already very stylish. This really amazed me. Although my paintingsMy painting skills have been lost for many years, but my level of appreciation is not limited. Looking at the three sketches that Lao Wuwuyi made during this period, I can be 100% sure that under the guidance and guidance of this great artist, I  Under this, Lao Wu will definitely become the best realist master of this era.  "Brother, how are you doing? Can you do it?" Lao Wuwuyi couldn't help but ask when he saw that I didn't say anything for a long time.  "Okay, if I think you can do it, then you must do it. Boy, do you really like painting?" I nodded with satisfaction and asked Lao Wuwuyi.  "Yeah, seeing those things being presented in my writing, this sense of accomplishment is so perfect." Lao Wuwuyi said with an intoxicated look on his face.  "Well, from now on, I will spend an hour every day to teach you, so that you can fully experience my profound heritage. Now I am just teaching you sketching. In the future, I will teach you color painting and oil painting Well, by then  We'll talk about it later." I said this and quickly stopped talking. I couldn't even remember what the paint composition of oil painting and Nima oil painting was.  Anyway, we¡¯ll talk about it later. Of course, I like our ancient Chinese traditional painting very much, but traditional Chinese painting belongs more to the freehand style. A few strokes can make people have endless aftertaste. This is the freehand style.  "However, if you let the freehand school paint portraits, that would be a bit too unauthentic. To paint people, you need the realist school. The representatives of this school are me and my brother.  In the future, the realism school will definitely be carried forward in the land of China, and together with the freehand school, it will become the quintessence of the Chinese Empire.  When Lao Wuwuyi and I walked up from the basement and returned to the house, we saw two girls, Yaoguang and Qingxia, smiling and bending over. In front of them, what was displayed was none other than my young master just now.  I got angry at the masterpiece. These two stinky girls, who are not my models, actually dared to laugh at my work. I can't bear it, but I can't stand it.  I pointed upward at Lao Wu Wuyi, and the guy scuttled upstairs.  Well, it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to see it, it¡¯s that I don¡¯t dare to see it.  And this young master gently closed the door, lowered his posture, and like a seasoned thief, he quietly moved towards the backs of these two women. He was only a few feet away from them.  Yao, the big slap aimed at the plump buttocks of these two girls had already been raised, and the corners of his mouth were raised in an evil arc. At that moment, there was a click at the door, and the mother appeared outside.  Then, the young master's obscene posture of arching his waist and holding up his palm instantly fell into the eyes of the two ladies who turned around after hearing the sound. Suddenly, he quietly appeared behind them, with a ferocious face and a sinister look on his face.  I was so surprised that the two of them screamed.  "Silang, what are you asking for?" My mother was also startled by this young master's gesture, and she said dissatisfiedly.  "Why don't you give me a slap? Do you want to deal with your wife?" "Mom you are dazzled. I just saw a mosquito hanging there and wanted to swat it." I glared at the two frightened women fiercely.  In one glance, he came to his mother with a smile and helped her sit down on the couch.  "Really?" My mother glanced at the two women who were still in shock, and then at my sincere face, and snorted softly.  "Isn't it dazzling for a stinky boy to become a mother? Looking at your wife's appearance, do you think you are swatting mosquitoes?" "That's right, mother-in-law, the wife frightened her husband, and she squatted on the ground without saying anything.  Behind me, if my mother-in-law hadn't arrived in time, I might have been frightened to death." Sister Yaoguang immediately came to my mother's side smoothly, with a virtuous and virtuous look on her face.  He even winked at me and looked proud. Damn, I glared at this girl and was immediately slapped by my mother. Sigh, I had to explain patiently with a smile on my face: "I just want to give you my husband."  The two of them were surprised. Well, Mom, the kid really wanted to give them a surprise, so he quietly came to the edge, and saw mosquitoes flying around there. He was about to swat the mosquitoes, but my mother appeared.  Then there was this misunderstanding. " "You brat, don't be so scary anymore, you know? I'm going to frighten my wife," my mother reluctantly believed me and whispered.  After comforting Yao Guang and the others, he said to me.  "Well, mom, don't worry, the kid will never scare them in front of you again Hehe, don't stare, the kid is joking with you. Don't worry, I won't scare them anymore." Well, wait until you stop.  When we were here, if I didn't want to properly discipline these two naughty ladies, I would write my surname backwards. Instead of calling me Changsun, I would call me Sun Changde. Damn, my mother soon discovered the card that my mother-in-law had thrown on the floor.  After appreciating the paintings and asking if they were painted by me, my mother was very considerate and expressed a sincere evaluation of my master¡¯s masterpiece. At least she was not like those two prodigal women who only ridiculed me, even the works.  None of the advantages can be found.
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