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Text Chapter 01246 A poem and a painting to win over a beautiful girl and crush a love rival

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    Since Gong Dingzi was not aggressive in either his expression or tone of voice, even the experienced Gu Hengbo did not see Gong Dingzi's sinister intentions. He also looked at Zhang Dong with expectant eyes, hoping that Zhang Dong would be able to  This showed that she could live up to her intention of calling him in to help him.  Zhang Dong frowned slightly. Once he shows his talent, he will really change history. There will be a lot of things to do "What? Master, do you have any worries? No matter how good or bad the painting is, it's just us."  The three of you know that, besides, Miss Gu and I will never make fun of you." Gong Ding was so arrogant that he tried every means to make Zhang Dong look bad in order to promote himself.  "Then I will show my shame." Zhang Dong sneered secretly and made up his mind: change history, pursue the beauty, and then take her back to modern times, instead of taking back a hair of hers.  Putting a piece of drawing paper on the table, he exuded the aura of a great scholar, cast his gaze into Gu Hengbo's beautiful eyes, and said softly: "Miss Gu, my painting is also related to you. I hope  I'll make you like it." "I'll wait and see." Gu Hengbo smiled.  But she didn't think that Zhang Dong's paintings could surpass Gong Dingzi's. After all, Gong Dingzi was a rare talent in this era, and there were few young people who could surpass him. Moreover, Gong Dingzi's paintings were really vivid and expressive, especially which poem and which stroke.  The calligraphy is simply the finishing touch, turning such a painting into a masterpiece, and its value is inestimable.  But Zhang Dong is unknown. Even if he knows how to paint and write poems, how can he perform well?  "I will also wait and see what the master's masterpiece will be. I think it will definitely surpass my humble work." Gong Dingzi said lightly with a hint of disdain in his eyes.  "Young master Gong, do you want to say that I am a master of my own profession?" Zhang Dong looked at Gong Dingzi coldly.  "No, no, I mean I'm a master at what I do." Gong Dingzi said with an even more proud look on his face, laughing.  "Okay, let a talented person like you see what a class is." Zhang Dong said with a sneer, ignored Gong Dingzi who was so angry that his nose was crooked, and started painting.  He painted differently. He held a paintbrush in each hand and started painting at a terrifyingly fast speed.  Gu Hengbo was astonished, and Gong Dingzi was also astonished. He was painting with two hands at the same time. Not only had he never seen such a thing before, but he had never heard of it. He was scribbling, right?  "But when they cast their eyes on the drawing paper, they felt as if they had been struck by thunder, their whole bodies were numb and they could not move.  But I saw two brushes quickly sketching on the picture, and an extremely beautiful picture soon appeared. It was drizzling, the rainy alley was long, a beautiful girl was holding an oil-paper umbrella, passing by the rainy alley, her face was  There is sorrow floating on the picture, full of thoughts, and this girl is suddenly Gu Hengbo. She looks exactly the same, incredibly lifelike, truly lifelike. There is also a young boy on the picture, walking in the rainy alley equally lonely. There is no doubt that,  This young man is Zhang Dong.  I don't know when, the drizzle outside has stopped, but the sound of rain swishing came from inside the painting, crisp footsteps also came from it, and the elegant fragrance also wafted from the girl in the painting. The rain was misty, and people were  Confused, the rainy alley is long After finishing the painting, Zhang Dong wrote a poem in the blank space with wild cursive: Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley. I hope to be as sad as a lilac.  Resentful girl She has the color of lilacs The fragrance of lilacs The sadness of lilacs She complains in the rain She is sad and hesitant She is wandering in this lonely rain alley Holding an oil-paper umbrella Like me Like me Walking in silence Cold and desolate  , and melancholy. She approached silently. Approaching, and cast a breath-like look. She floated past, like a dream. Like a dream, sad and confused. Like a dream, a lilac. The girl floated past me. She was silently far away.  It's gone, it's far, it's reached the crumbling fence, and it's gone through the rain alley. In the mournful song of the rain, its color has faded, and its fragrance has dispersed.  dissipated, even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy held an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to drift past a girl with a lilac-like knot of sorrow and resentment. Although this poem  It is not a rhyme poem of this era, but it is full of deep affection, exceptionally beautiful and moving, and can simply subvert the literary world of this era.  As for this wild stroke of calligraphy, there is no way to describe its beauty with pen and ink. It has truly reached a state that has never been seen before or since. Anyone who sees such a piece of calligraphy will definitely fall into an obsessed state of calligraphy art and will not be able to do so for a long time.  wake up.  Such an unprecedented painting, poem, and calligraphy, when combined together, are simply incredibly beautiful. It seems to contain the great truth. Not humans can create it, only gods have such ability.  It is countless times better than Gong Dingzi's works. If we insist on comparison, Zhang Dong's paintings are the bright moon, and Gong Dingzi's paintings are the fireflies, even worse than the fireflies.  Gu Hengbo stared at it with his beautiful eyes wide open, obsessed with it, and his heart pounding. If someone else looked at such a painting, they would not be able to fully appreciate the deep affection and love in it, but from her perspective  , the meaning was particularly different, because in the past half month, she had met Zhang Dong in the rain alley every day. Zhang Dong's obsessed and burning eyes could almost melt her. She only thought that Zhang Dong was a down-and-out scholar, a poor scholar.  The passionate young man was fascinated by her peerless beauty.  Now she clearly knows that the desire, innocence, affection, and good wish to hold hands with her in Zhang Dong's heart can simply move the world!  ¡°I never dreamed that he was such a talented man, but why was he not famous?  Gong Dingzi looked at such an unprecedented masterpiece in shock, with deep shame on his face. He wished he could hit his head and die here. He actually wanted to belittle such a unique talent who surpassed all painters and calligraphers in history. This  The next step is self-defeating and self-defeating.  "Miss Gu, you are so beautiful. My paintings still cannot fully reveal your beauty." Zhang Dong put down his pen and whispered to the beauty standing next to him, looking at the painting obsessively.  Gu Hengbo woke up with a start, smiled shyly, cast his eyes like autumn water on Zhang Dong's handsome face, and said with admiration: "Master, you are so humble, your talent makes me admire you" "Gu  Girl, I have the same admiration for you. If I don't see you one day, I will be lost and I don't know how to live my life." Zhang Dong said softly.  "Young Master" Gu Hengbo's face was full of shyness and his eyes were charming.  The two of them started talking like this, and Gong Dingzi was completely reduced to just a theatergoer.  (Second update, please give me monthly tickets and red tickets.)
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