I Became The Villain Of The Novel

Chapter 71: A Picture in the Chest?

Ning Yuan sat in front of the drawing board, thought for a while, and decided to draw Xu Ruyan’s upper body.

After paying attention, he held his breath and observed Xu Ruyan closely.

In front of him, Xu Ruyan’s side face contour is smooth and soft, which is very in line with the golden ratio, just like God’s craftsmanship, it is really a work of art!

The swan-like neck is white and delicate, connected to the towering protruding chest, forming a perfect picture.

Ning Yuan observed for a while, and he had already imprinted Xu Ruyan’s upper body profile like a brand, deeply in his mind.

He slowly closed his eyes and, driven by the skills of [Painting Master], entered the soul of being a painter.

Ye Tian glanced at Ning Yuan, and saw that Ning Yuan had closed his eyes and sat motionless, and the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful smile.

Knowing that I can’t paint, but I have to force myself to show my ugliness. Isn’t this a death?

Ye Tian no longer cares about Ning Yuan, and quickly enters the state of a painter.

Adjust the paint on the palette, and place the painting tools in turn.

He skillfully uses a brush to outline Xu Ruyan’s profile on the drawing board, and handles the rough sketch relationship, and then quickly draws the overall color feeling, and then after the oil evaporates, he uses thicker paint to gradually paint on the screen. Describe in depth.

Finally, the oil painting that has been completed many times enriches the details of the picture until the final stage…

All the people present focused on the two of them.

Ning Yuan and Ye Tian became two sharp contrasts. Ning Yuan closed his eyes tightly and sat there motionless, just like an old monk had fallen asleep.

Ye Tian is fully absorbed, skillful, well-organized, and constantly changing the brushes and various tools at hand, swinging on the drawing board to his heart’s content.

When Fang Chunhua and Wu Zhengfeng saw this, they did not feel too unexpected, because they knew that Ning Yuan could not paint, and they insisted on painting. It was just a foil for Ye Tian, ​​just like green leaves can only highlight the beauty of flowers, but Ning Yuan’s Kind of can’t paint, obviously it is not qualified to be a green leaf.

Fang Shiyu looked at Ning Yuan, smiled and exclaimed in a low voice: “Fuck, brother Ning is really good at painting, and he can sit there and sleep calmly. He looks like an unpredictable, unpredictable person. If I could It’s good to have Brother Ning’s face to pick up girls, and the bullets won’t pass.”

Mr. Xu shook his head, thinking that Ning Yuan really can’t paint, this time he was really embarrassed, and he was a little embarrassed.

Among those present, the most disappointed with Ning Yuan is probably Xu Ruyan.

From the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Ning Yuan motionless as if she was sleeping, her eyes flashed with disappointment.

Didn’t you say that you will paint for her?

Why are you still sitting there motionless after such a long time?

Although she knew that Ning Yuan’s painting skills were poor, she couldn’t tolerate it. Ning Yuan treated her paintings as if they were a child’s play.

Xu Ruyan felt disappointed in Ning Yuan’s heart.

Soon, in less than an hour, after Ye Tian painted the paint on the drawing board, it changed from light to thick, from wet to dry, and the contour of the side face instantly came together three-dimensionally, vividly depicting the contour of Xu Ruyan’s side face perfectly.

“I’m God! Brother Ye, are you the magic pen Ma Liang alive? The paintings are so beautiful!”

Fang Shiyu stood behind Ye Tian, ​​staring at the peerless face drawn with ink on the drawing board with wide eyes, and couldn’t help but exclaim.

Fang Chunhua’s eyes lit up, he carefully watched Ye Tian’s masterpiece, and his saliva flew to comment: “The painter is full of movement, continuous, wavy and rapid flow of brushstrokes, vividly depicting the characters…”

Speaking of this, Fang Chunhua was even more excited, and praised Wu Zhengfeng aside, “Old Wu, your disciple Ye Tian is really a genius in painting. It is so brilliant that he can capture Miss Xu’s perfect profile in less than an hour… …”

“The painting is okay. Since I was abroad, my apprentice has neglected to practice painting, and I will need to practice more in the future.”

Wu Zhengfeng said modestly, but his face couldn’t hide his pride.

“It’s really a good seedling for painting, and the younger generation is undoubtedly the first person to paint. If more efforts are made to supervise and cultivate, he will definitely be expected to become a high-level master like Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi,”

Fang Chunhua looked at Ye Tian with admiration, and joked with admiration, “Or, let Ye Tian also be my apprentice…”

Mr. Xu was also looking at Ye Tian’s masterpieces. Although he didn’t know how to paint, he could tell at a glance whether a painting was done well or not. To be honest, he had never seen anyone paint such a vivid and realistic one.

Ye Tian heard the praises of many people. At this moment, the suffocation that was inferior to Ning Yuan’s appreciation of antiques is gone. Instead, the mood is unspeakable.

Seeing Xu Ruyan still sitting on the chair waiting for Ning Yuan to paint, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he turned the drawing board to her, and said, “Miss Xu, take a look, you see, how am I painting?”

When Xu Ruyan heard the words, she turned her head and looked at her vivid drawing board with a paintbrush.

She opened her lips, her beautiful eyes showed amazing colors that couldn’t be concealed, and she couldn’t help but exclaimed: “The painting is so good! Ye Gongzi, I really didn’t expect your painting skills to be so good!”

“This is my painting specially for you alone, and only a peerless beauty like you is worthy of this painting of mine.”

Ye Tian was full of spring breeze, his eyes were sincere, and he said emotionally towards Xu Ruyan.

“Thank you, I like it!”

Xu Ruyan barely covered her cherry lips with her hands, her brows and eyes were smiling, her tone of excitement couldn’t be concealed.

Ye Tian was full of excitement when he saw this, he finally won the favor of the beauty!

At this moment, it has undoubtedly become the focus of the audience, and the people present are full of admiration.

When everyone surrounded Ye Tian and gave applause, Ning Yuan sat on the other side, as if he had been forgotten, no one cared.

Ning Yuan still closed his eyes tightly, staying still, deaf to his surroundings.

“Miss Xu, when the painting is finished, you don’t have to sit in a chair.”

Ye Tian glanced at Ning Yuan, the corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and said in a slightly mocking tone, “Moreover, the sun is about to go down, Young Master Ning seems to have not woken up yet, so he can just say it if he doesn’t know how to paint. You don’t need to pretend to sleep… …”

“Ning Yuan,” Xu Ruyan looked at Ning Yuan on one side with a look of confusion, and couldn’t help but remind, “You wake up, what’s the matter with you?”

At this time, everyone’s eyes focused on Ning Yuan.

They thought that Ning Yuan was asleep, and sat for an hour without screaming.

“It’s really ridiculous, is painting a child’s play?” Wu Zhengfeng said angrily.

“Don’t know how to paint, don’t do it, it’s really embarrassing and conspicuous.” Fang Chunhua echoed.

No one was optimistic about Ning Yuan, thinking that he could not paint, so he sat for an hour.

At this moment.

Ning Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and faintly replied Xu Ruyan: “Okay, let’s start painting.”

“what?”

Xu Ruyan was stunned, now the sun is about to set, before he started painting?

Ning Yuan nodded and stopped talking.

After upgrading his painting skills to a master, he is already confident. When he closed his eyes just now, he had already finished the painting in his mind. Now he only needs to present the painting on the drawing board.

At this moment, Ning Yuan completely forgot the existence of everyone, and stared at the drawing board in front of him with all his breath.

Then he picked up the paintbrush and swiped it, and a lifelike profile of the profile was immediately outlined on the drawing board.

The paintbrush seemed to merge with his soul, and the paintbrush in his hand danced and jumped on the drawing board in the sunset.

He pursed his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes were full of seriousness, as if at this moment, everything about him was on this drawing board, from the shallower to the deeper, the delicate outline, at this moment, his soul is in a grand carnival.

Everyone on the scene watched Ning Yuan’s painting process, each of them stared wide, their eyes almost jumped out, their mouths opened wide, and they couldn’t close together.