"The painting is... quite good?" Shang Wu blinked and patted Li Mo's shoulder. She didn't understand this aspect, but at a glance, it looked really good. "It's good." Ying Bing nodded slightly, with some surprise in his eyes. You can tell it's her without even seeing her face. This means that the control of artistic conception and charm has reached a profound level and possesses charm. "It's just an advantage that's not worth mentioning." Li Mo curled his lips. It's not that he's humble, but he's mainly driven.
This little bit of heat is the result of sixty years of hard work that he put into it! but. When I saw Ying Bing's eyes lingering on the painting for a long time, his expression was a little stunned. Student Xiao Li's heart suddenly felt less painful. "Why don't you paint your face?" Shang Wu pointed at the painting and said with the blank face of the girl. Li Mo said helplessly: "It's my first time to draw a portrait. I wanted to draw a smile." "Moreover, the composition of this painting is a brilliant scene in midsummer. If the characters don't smile, it will destroy the overall artistic conception." "Isn't it just a laugh..." Shang Wu remembered before he finished speaking. She seemed to have never seen Ying Bing's smile before. Li Mo also couldn't remember. In his memory, he rarely saw Ying Bing smiling, as often as the sun rising from the west. Not to mention smiling at her. He couldn't even think of what Bingtuozi would look like when he smiled. "Xiao Bing'er, why don't you... try smiling?" Shang Wu encouraged. Ying Bingdai frowned slightly, lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed.
but. Who made her owe Li Mo another favor? Since I promised to be his model until the painting is completed. That can only be... Ying Bing lifted her jade-like lips, narrowed her eyes a little, and tried her best to keep her cold face and squeeze out a smile. "laugh...." Pretty? beautiful. but.... "hiss...." Li Mo and Shang Wu leaned back slightly, feeling a burst of cold air rushing towards the sky. This is a laugh, but it is clearly a sneer! Pure and ruthless, like the bright moon looking down at the people, and silently saying two words: "Ants." If you were to paint like this, this painting would definitely be banned in the 18th century. If you are a minor, you will be frightened out of your mind after watching it. "How to do it...." Li Mo pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes looked in the middle, turning into cross-eyes (for details, please refer to Xiao Pu's street portrait), and made a face. "Pfft...Hahaha, you are stupid." Shang Wu hugged his belly and laughed so hard. "?" Ying Bingdai's frown deepened, not understanding what kind of confusing behavior this was. Li Mo helplessly returned his expression to normal and said seriously: "Looks like it's time for me, the King of Joke, to show up!" "I will make you laugh today!" The Qiu Shui Pavilion Funny Challenge begins! The first person to come on stage is our beautiful master, a commercial dancer. She has a serious face and high ambitions, and she vows to make Bingtuozi laugh!
She looked serious at first. "There was a little butterfly. She was flying, and suddenly she was too hungry to fly...hahaha...and then...and then." The joke isn't over yet. She laughed so hard that she was almost out of breath. "Then...she fell into the mud and was drowned in the mud, hahaha..." Shang Wu hugged his belly and laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "?" Li Mo and Ying Bing looked at each other. Is this funny? How is this funny? "So Master, what's the point of your joke?" Li Mo asked. "The mud butterflies are starving to death (Northern Shaanxi dialect)" Shang Wu wiped his tears and said. Li Mo: "...." What a shabby homophonic joke. Because the commercial dancer used homophones to deduct points, judges Xiao Li and Bingtuozi unanimously decided to disqualify him from the competition. All right. The main thing is Master's shitty laughter. If the joke is longer, she will laugh to death before she finishes telling it. Invite the second contestant, classmate Xiao Li! Li Mo decided to use his special move to press the bottom of the box: "There is a person who farts very loudly. Why do you think it is?" "Why?" Shang Wu shook his head. Li Mo: "Because he wears bell-bottom pants." "Ha ha ha ha......." "Um?" Ying Bing tilted his head and looked at Shang Wu who was leaning back in front of him, not quite understanding. Is this stuff funny?
"You're not even laughing at this?" Xiao Li is about to win or lose. He still doesn’t believe it! ... Half an hour later. Classmate Xiao Li is full of doubts about life. The beautiful master's abdominal muscles almost burst out laughing, and she shouted that she couldn't bear it anymore. There are more and more little question marks on Bingtuozi's head. Li Mo's mouth went dry and he lost confidence. He deeply doubted that Bingtuozi had no such thing as a smile. "I'm so stupid, really." "Oh, give up. Xiao Bing'er may not be born laughing. My dear apprentice, the jokes you tell are really great." Shang Wu calmed down and shook his head. "Oh, how can I make her laugh?" Li Mo searched the corners of his mouth with a brush. Maybe the joke was taken too seriously. He didn't even notice that he held the brush upside down, and the ink-stained end left a few ink marks on his handsome face. "puff....." "Master, please stop laughing at me." Li Mo wiped the corners of his mouth angrily, but the ink stains were scattered, making his face look like a black cat sergeant. "It's not me." Shang Wu shook his head in confusion. Yes. The chuckle came again, but the master was clearly talking to him. "Um?" Li Mo was stunned and looked back. There is still a trace of the setting sun, struggling not to set in the west. This afterglow happened to shine on the girl, giving her a pair of ice mirror-like eyes with a mixture of light and dark.
The hair stirred by the warm evening breeze blurred her face, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. But the cute new painter reflected in his eyes is so clear. Li Mo suddenly couldn't feel the passage of time, as if time had stood still. The world famous painting was right in front of him at this moment. "What are you drawing? You are just standing there in a daze." Shang Wu patted his shoulder. "Ouch." Li Mo quickly came to his senses. Concentrating on her, she picked up the pen and added a bright smile to the blank girl's face on the scroll. Do not know why. As he finished these few strokes, he felt that his mind was empty, and a sense of exhaustion welled up in his heart. "Are you okay?" Shang Wu leaned his head over. "this is me?" Ying Bing also looked at it intently. The girl in the painting actually felt strange and familiar to her. Because even she herself couldn't remember what she looked like when she smiled. However. In Li Mo's pen, a few strokes are full of natural charm. The coldness and brightness are actually blended together perfectly by those few strokes. This smile seemed eternal and lifelike, like another her, standing quietly in front of her. She looked at him in the moonlight, and an inexplicable emotion spread in her heart. rustle-- The evening breeze blew, and the leaves rustled in the wind.