novelraw Chapter 673: What do you know about painting?
Chapter 673: What do you know about painting?
When she spoke, everyone around was startled? Everyone looked at Yan Yihan with shocked eyes, thinking that this woman is so arrogant and dare to speak like this, you must know that this is a serious crime.
Saying that her paintings are graffiti in front of Miss Han is an insult to Miss Han and the entire Han family.
In an instant, Yan Yihan angered Han Feifei. She originally thought that this woman was just here to be grandstanding, but she didn't expect that she would dare to accuse her face to face.
"Little bitch, what kind of painting do you know? Do you know the source of this painting? I told you that this painting is a painting of the masters I asked for in the central universe. You dare to judge, what do you think you are?"
Yan Yihan glanced at her: "I don't dare to comment on the master's painting, but this painting is indeed not from the master's hand, at most it is 18-level, and it can't be on the table."
"Do you think you are very powerful? It seems that you say that because you are very powerful, right? Then I want to see what you are good at."
Feifei Han laughed angrily on the spot. This was the first time she had met such a person. She had never met anyone who dared to say that her paintings were not well done in front of her. This challenged her bottom line. But now she has no way to say that she is not, she can only say to Yan Yihan: "If you can't draw better than this, you don't want to leave here today."
Yan Yihan sneered: "That is, you look at this kind of garbage paintings very high. If I bought them, I would throw them in the stove and set them on fire, and I wouldn't give them a second look at all."
Her words made the people around her angry, and everyone pointed at Yan Yihan and cursed.
"Bitch, get out of here, what are you doing standing here? Don't come over to be grandstanding."
"Hehe, does this **** know what the concept of 500 million is? He dares to say that the paintings of 500 million are rubbish. Who does she think she is? Dare to evaluate the paintings of 500 million."
"That's right, this **** doesn't know anything at all. What kind of paintings does she know? I think she's just dumb."
"Let her get out, this **** is here to make a fuss, she should get out."
"Miss Han, don't waste time with her. She is clearly making trouble. I think we might as well throw her into the river to feed the fish. This kind of **** is a waste of air."
However, the old man next to Han Feifei remained silent.
After a long time, the old man said slightly: "Miss, let her draw a picture first, if she can't draw it, we will settle the account with her. If she can draw it, I would like to meet a master painter. There's no harm."
Han Feifei nodded. This person is none other than the housekeeper of the Han family. She has always respected this housekeeper because the housekeeper always helps her at critical moments.
And since she was a child, she was brought up by the housekeeper. It can be said that without the housekeeper, she would not have everything she is today.
When the Han family was chased and killed, it was the old housekeeper who took her to escape desperately and survived. She lived in the countryside for the first few years, and then the Han family regained power and returned to Tianxingfu.
Therefore, this old man's status in the Han family is very high, far exceeding that of ordinary servants, and even the Han family has long regarded him as one of their own.
"Okay, just as you said, I'm here today to see what she is capable of. If I can't show it, I don't think it's an exaggeration to kill her. People like this kind of grandstanding are the least I despise. already."
Han Feifei looked at Yan Yihan: "You said you have the ability, then you stand up and paint a picture now, and let me see what you have."
"If you paint well, you will be the guest of my Han family in the future. If you don't paint well, I will kill you today."
Zhang Xue hurriedly grabbed Yan Yihan: "Sister, you must not go, her painting was bought from the central area, it is invaluable, it is definitely from the master's handwriting, no matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to the master. Bar."
Zhang Xue became a little worried. She was really afraid that Yan Yihan would make a fool of herself, and it was very likely that she would lose her life here. You must know that the Han family is not an ordinary person. This family has several masters in the saint realm, and they are among the best in Tianxingfu. Apart from the City Lord's Mansion, the Han family is the most powerful.
It can be said that in the entire Tianxingfu, the Han family is so powerful and powerful that it is almost impossible to see a family that can compare with them.
Yan Yihan patted Zhang Xue on the shoulder: "Don't worry, my sister knows what she has in mind, isn't it just a picture?"
Yan Yihan looked at Han Feifei again and said, "I'll show you today what the top paintings are. They're a level you can't reach in your whole life. Your so-called masters are garbage in my eyes."
"Okay, I'm going to see what you can draw today."
Han Feifei instructed her servants to bring Yan Yihan a few pens and inks. The painting habit here is no different from that of Xia Guo, but the quality of this painting is really worrying.
Yan Yihan shook his head: "You don't need that much, just give me a brush."
"Give her a brush." Han Feifei's tone was cold.
"Yes, ma'am."
When the servant handed the brush, he didn't forget to give Yan Yihan a stern look, and muttered, "It's so **** unlucky to meet you today."
"You'd better paint better. If you don't paint well, my lady will definitely not forgive you. I know her temper. No one can protect you at that time, you know."
Yan Yihan smiled slightly: "It can be protected, so what if it can't be protected? You just grind and watch what is called painting."
"Okay, I'll see what you can draw."
Yan Yihan picked up the brush and touched it. Looking at the surrounding scenery, she couldn't draw it anymore. At this time, what she missed most in her heart was her hometown, the place where Xia Guo had accompanied her for more than ten years.
Yan Yihan started to paint and slowly painted. The painting was a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with bluestone steps, thousand-year-old trees, and a girl under the quaint city wall holding an umbrella on the bluestone steps, and the rain kept falling. .
At the beginning, I only sketched the lines roughly, and I couldn't see the specific details, only a trace of outlines.
The people around showed a burst of laughter: "Hehe, that's all? If this is all called painting, then I can paint it too."
"Hahahaha! You're right, that's all, I can draw such a level with my feet."
"I thought he was really a great master? It turned out to be a piece of trash, hey, what a waste of everyone's time."
"As far as this kind of **** work, you dare to judge other people's works as **** and pretend to be a master, so Miss Han Feifei has a good temper. If it were me, I would have to remove two layers of skin from her."