Chapter 38 (1/2)

The moon sets in the West and the sun rises in the East. This eventful night is finally over.

Nangong Yue got up early again. Everything was as usual. When the girls arrived at jingzheju, it was just a moment before the time. They still had time to prepare for class.

He put his calligraphy on the desk. Yesterday, Mr. Fang asked them to finish a painting and calligraphy, but only Nangong Yue knew that what she had brought was an old painting. She sarcastically crooked her lips. She didn't like her popularity, but she didn't know that she didn't care for them at all!

Nangong Yue looks at the others quietly. Nangong Cheng is always upright and confident, but Nangong Yan is still cowardly and self abased. Nangong Lin looks proud, while Su Qingping

Nangong Yue looks at Su Qingping with interest. If she remembers correctly, Su Qingping in her previous life only knew a little about music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Now she looks confident

At this time, Fang Ru arrived on time. She was always serious and expressionless. Her first sentence was to get to the point: ”girls, unfold your calligraphy and painting on the desk.”

As always, Fang Ru was the first to see the paintings of Nangong Cheng. Nangong Yue remembers that Nangong Cheng's paintings are always good, but her handwriting is relatively weak.

Sure enough, Fang Ru nodded with appreciation after seeing Nangong Cheng's painting. ”The landscape of this painting is in harmony with each other. It's a pity that the painter is immature, but if you can have this level at your age, it's very good.” After a pause, she took a look at Nangong Cheng's paintings. She always felt that something was missing. ”Why not mention the word?”

Nangong Cheng revealed a trace of embarrassment, explaining: ”the students' words are three points different, for fear of affecting the overall aesthetic feeling, they did not mention the words.”

Fang Ru nodded, with a trace of regret in his eyes. He did not speak any more. Then he went to see Nangong Yan's painting.

Nangong Yan painted a picture of a chicken pecking at rice. The crooked lines barely formed the appearance of a chicken. Four slender claws supported the whole body askew. Under the chicken feet were a few drops of thick ink, which were regarded as rice. The painting style was simple and childish, like that of a five-year-old child.