Chapter 116 (1/2)

Compared with Shen Yao who had just finished an ordinary ink and wash painting intermittently, ye Sang was able to make everyone present dumbfounded.

The little girl's black cat pupil was staring at the clean rice paper. The ink pen in her hand did not stop at all. The tip of the brush turned lightly. Under Mr. Ye's astonished eyes, the brush was slightly hooked, and the delicate phoenix feather was vividly outlined.

This is the first time ye sang copied his grandfather's famous work.

She bit with pink lips, sweat on her forehead, and the tip of her pen did not dare to stop.

Huo Yao, who had already made a good job of beating Mr. Ye, gradually realized that something was wrong.

That pair of black eyes fell on the girl who was carefully sketching, and he was slightly muddled for a few seconds.

This is his daughter?!

Shen chuchen got close to him and couldn't help touching him with his arm. He asked in surprise, ”you said that girl didn't learn?”

Is this painting skill that you have never learned?

Bully him, didn't you learn painting?!

Huo Yao:

He blinked his black eyes in a trance, and his expression of light wind and cloud gradually disappeared.

The man looked at the little girl who was sitting upright not far away. The corner of his lips was slightly hooked, and his smile flashed across his eyes:

”maybe my daughter is a gifted type.”

Mr. Huo touched his beard and said with a smile, ”my granddaughter is smart.”

“……” The faces of Shen's mother and daughter can't be described with difficulty.

Shen Yao murmured to herself, ”what's so great about this...”

Isn't the painting faster than her and the lines are smoother?

”If she has the ability to draw something!” The six-year-old girl's heart was so deep that she couldn't bear to be annoyed at this time. She thought so and told ye sang directly.

As a result, as soon as he said this sentence, he was mercilessly interrupted by Mr. Ye:

”shut up!”

The girl's face rose red in an instant. She was scolded in front of a group of people. Her lower lip couldn't help biting, which was full of shame.

Shen Shanshan doesn't care about her daughter's embarrassment at all. Instead, she stares at Ye Sang's direction and grinds her teeth.

This dead girl.

It's so nosy every time!!

Originally, her daughter worshipped her teacher well, but she killed her on the way.

“……”

Ye Lao can't turn his eyes and hear Shen Yao's chirping voice. He holds his breath involuntarily for fear that she might disturb the little guy.

”This is...” When a lifelike Phoenix leaps onto the paper, he breathes slowly, his voice rises sharply and stares at Ye sang.

”You Phoenix return.” When the little guy received the pen, the brush tip was slightly hooked. Under the amazing eyes of a group of people, Nuo Nuo answered for him.

She was staring at the painting.

She always thought that she could be regarded as the God's kind of food appreciation. She was gifted since childhood, whether it was painting or arithmetic.

Only this time.

Not only did he fall the iron plate severely, but even the master was robbed

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because there was a grandfather at home who was the first in the world in calligraphy, ye sang could not help imitating the handwriting when he wrote it.

The little guy's handwriting on rice paper is very flexible and elegant. I don't know which Calligrapher's handwriting is.

”I haven't seen you for a day. I think like crazy.”

The little guy's black cat pupil was staring at Mr. Ye, and crisp Sheng read out the next sentence:

- ”the Phoenix is flying, seeking for a mate from all over the world.”

Mr. Huo's pupils tightened for a few seconds. He could not help looking at the poem just written by his granddaughter.

He blinked in amazement, and immediately murmured: -- It is as graceful as a dragon. ”

He rarely used these eight words to evaluate a person's handwriting.

The only one who can afford his appraisal is the former old gentleman.

It's just that the other party probably drove the crane West.