Qiu Ying took Wang Tian and Guo Wenping to stand down the library, and did not enter the door. His voice was very high, and he was talking to an old man with a bright hair.

"The old man's words are just a bit off. I just came back from the countryside. I was so busy that I didn't even go back to my home. I came to talk to Song Ran as soon as possible. This is not close to him, so how can I get close to you?"

The old man shook his head when he heard this: "Don't look for him. Once you look for him, our Sun Shanchang will have a headache for several days."

Qiu Ying shook his head: "Nonsense, Lao Song and I have been having a relationship since childhood. I think of him any good things. I got a good painting a few days ago. I heard that Lao Song liked it very much. The painting is mine, so it is definitely not possible to give it to him. But I brought the painter. If he wants to, he can communicate."

Yang Yuying saw Song Ran raise his head suddenly and rubbed his feet. His speed was even more flexible than that of the eighteen-year-old man.

In a blink of an eye, people arrived outside the library.

Young Master Rong dragged Yang Yuying up and ran outward.

"Let's go and have a look. If something happens and fights, don't let Mr. Song be isolated and helpless."

In an instant, there were crowds of people inside and outside the library, and all the young and old came to watch.

Yang Yuying blinked and decided not to talk about Xu Meng and the others' gossip after she went back.

Judging from the current situation, it is clear that all the students of the Tianxia Academy look like this and the atmosphere is so, how can you blame Xu Meng?

Qiu Ying was full of energy and proudly took out two pieces of straw paper from his sleeve and handed it over: "Look, there are some famous masters of our Dashun Dynasty who count on one. Can those who paint this picture be ranked in the top ten?"

Song Ran's eyes stuck to the plain-looking drawing paper, and he said casually: "Paintings are like articles. Everyone has their own advantages. How can they rank high or low?"

"I see this painting, it's just good. The pen tip is a bit immature and the lines are a bit stiff. It's not considered a top-notch work."

Having said that, looking at his sudden lit eyes and small expressions on his face, how could the students of Jiangnan Academy not see their husband's words?

"Okay, obviously like it."

Mr. Rong murmured.

Yang Yuying's mouth twitched.

What Mr. Song snatched back from Qiu Ying was actually the draft she was practicing painting, and even the little stains she drank after eating.

Yang Yuying immediately realized his eyes when he stood beside Qiu Ying and looked down at Guo Wenping.

I was afraid that I didn't care much about leaving the Guo family, so I lost some manuscript paper.

Can Guo Wenping paint?

Yang Yuying touched Xia Xiaoxue in the sea of ​​consciousness. Xia Xiaoxue looked up at her, her face was still a little dull, but it seemed much better than before.

She was stunned for a long time, shook her head stiffly, and nodded again.

Yang Yuying has read Xia Xiaoxue’s related memories.

Guo Wenping definitely knows how to paint. He has been studying for many years and loves to attend literary gatherings. All the skills are lit up.

He can do piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Of course, I'm not proficient in either.

Tongping Town can only occupy a small spot on the Jiangnan map at most. In such a small place, culture and education are relatively backward, and the local students are of average level.

Guo Wenping is just the same as the local level of the platform.

Yang Yuying became curious for a moment. What was Guo Wenping thinking?

Painting is no more than articles and poems. There are also some wonderful words to say about articles and poems. There are countless famous people who only write one good article in their life.

If you take away other people's articles and poems, you will not be able to catch the handle, and the possibility of exposure is relatively low.

But painting is different. Painting requires basic skills and requires long-term practice. Talent is important, but as long as a painter draws a perfect work that can touch people, he can still write ink even when he is drunk, and he will not be inspired and will not be bad if he has no inspiration.

If you steal someone else's paintings, if you ask you to draw another one, can you really draw them?

No matter how imitated it is, it is not yours. If you can use the fake to make it real, even if only a fake master can do it.

With Guo Wenping's ability, as long as you start to imitate Yang Yuying's paintings, you will definitely be exposed within three strokes.

Even if he doesn't reveal his feelings, he will not be able to sit by and watch him deceive Mr. Song.

What does Guo Wenping want?

His mind just got hot and he didn't think about anything.

And he didn't know that the painting was written by "Xia Xiaoxue". How could he think of it? In his eyes and heart, there was never Xia Xiaoxue.

At this moment, standing in front of the library of Jiangnan Academy, I was a little confused.

Wang Tian was happy for him and lowered his voice: "Show it out later. My master doesn't like Mr. Song. You can't be disrespectful to others at all."

Guo Wenping didn't say anything.

Wang Tian thought he was nervous and silently shook his wrist, "Don't worry, Mr. Song is serious, but he is very proud of his talent. Maybe I would like to recommend you to enroll today and you don't have to take the assessment anymore."

He felt that Brother Guo was not lucky in the exam, and he had an accident every time. If he could enter the school early, it would be better.

Guo Wenping was so nervous that his spine was stiff.

He never expected that Mr. Qiu could not wait to bring him over to show off.

He thought he still had time, and as long as he had a little time, he could practice his painting skills. Otherwise, if his wrist was injured, it would be fine to draw. It would be delayed for a while. He did not like drawing very much. He would not force him, so he would naturally survive this period of time.

When he was at Qiu Ying's school or entered a famous academy, he would spend his entire energy on his studies. So what if he didn't paint?

It won’t take long to make everyone’s attention!

But now, he has to be nervous.

Guo Wenping couldn't help but recite silently, letting him pass this level, he stood quietly, maybe Mr. Qiu and Mr. Song wouldn't notice him!

But how is that possible?

Qiu Ying looked at Guo Wenping's eyes like a wealthy slave staring at the gold coins that had fallen into his bowl.

Song Ran's eyes also brought a lot of appreciation.

"You are very good, and you're very well drawn."

Guo Wenping's head became hot, and the feeling of pleasure was boiling in his heart.

When did he receive such respect?

The prides of heaven in Jiangnan Academy were looking at him, looking at him with admiration.

Mr. Rong looked around Yang Yuying's ear: "Look at Guo Wenping's face, he seems to be very proud?"

Yang Yuying bulged her cheeks and whispered: "I hope you don't be too proud!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Ran walked to Guo Wenping in two steps and whispered: "How did it happen later?"

Guo Wenping was stunned.

Song Ran frowned: "Did they win?"

Guo Wenping is ignorant.

Song Ran waited stubbornly for a moment, then suddenly turned around and stared at Qiu Ying: "You don't allow him to say it? Why are you so stingy?"

Qiu Ying choked, his eyebrows pounded. When he recalled the way he looked when he was showing off just now, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He endured it, glanced at Guo Wenping from the corner of his eyes, and snorted: "Don't you tell him yet, let this old guy say he's stingy, where will I put my face?"
Chapter completed!