"The Book of Rites" can be avoided, but it is hard to escape from the "red".
After Ye Zhenzhen finished copying the red drawing homework, she found that Cui Weizhen was not idle either. He had gotten a charcoal pencil at some point and was drawing seriously on the rice paper, and the content of the drawing was very familiar to her.
The portrait of Biyun on the "Wanted Order" was actually copied exactly by him!
The original painting has been torn up, but it can be copied exactly by just relying on what it saw not long ago. Is such an amazing memory still within the scope of human beings?
What kind of talent is this that is so shocking that it makes ghosts and gods weep!
"Did I draw correctly?" Cui Weizhen put down the charcoal and asked her.
Ye Zhenzhen recovered from the heavy blow and became full of curiosity, "Brother Zhen, do you have the ability to have a photographic memory?"
Cui Weizhen looked through her red drawing homework again, and while drawing circles with a red pen, he replied casually, "It's almost the same. If you don't remember it specifically, even if you remember it at the time, you will forget it soon."
This is already an extraordinary talent.
Not everyone's instant memory can be transformed into long-term memory. Such an ability is definitely a superpower that liberal arts students dream of.
Ye Zhenzhen secretly expressed envy. Seeing that he was about to grade his homework again, he quickly pulled him over, "Brother Zhen, please spare me. I will grade my homework tomorrow. I'll teach you now when I have time."
Let’s paint.”
Her sketching level is not at a professional level, but she feels good about herself and feels that it is more than enough to teach Brother Zhen who has not yet started.
As a result, she was quickly slapped in the face.
Sketch pays attention to space and shadow changes, which is an area that has not been touched by ancient painting methods. Cui Weizhen listened carefully to Ye Zhenzhen's story from beginning to end. When she encountered something she didn't understand, she would ask in depth. In just two days, she had completely covered
Everyone was hollowed out.
Fortunately, she still thought about using sketches to trick people. Now that she thinks about it, she was really naive.
Her bits of knowledge and skills were completely covered up. Cui Weizhen drew analogies, drew inferences from one example, and figured out how to learn on his own, without her teaching him at all.
Cui Weizhen has now become interested in still life painting. He stays in the study to observe still life when he has free time, and composes pictures on rice paper non-stop. His brushwork has evolved from childish at the beginning to mature. Maybe after a while, he will
Able to draw portraits of people.
Talent is really meant to hit people.
Ye Zhenzhen was severely beaten, so she had to compensate for her shaky self-confidence with her cooking skills. No matter how evil Brother Zhen was, he was still impressed by her cooking skills.
Another thing worth comforting is that under Aunt Cui's careful guidance, her sewing skills have improved greatly, and she is now able to sew clothes by herself.
Because of practicing sketching, Cui Weizhen spent more and more time in the study room in the east corner, and Ye Zhenzhen's exclusive desk was forced to give up half of the city to the river to serve as his practice venue.
On this day, Ye Zhenzhen had just finished her homework of drawing red when she heard Brother Zhen ask her, "What's wrong with your hands?"
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously looked at her palms and elbows, but there was no ink on them at all, so she looked at them in confusion, not knowing what he meant.
Cui Weizhen directly grabbed her wrist, raised it up to his eyes, and realized that the dense black spots on her fingertips were not an illusion, but were really wounds.
It looked like it had been pricked by an embroidery needle.
He frowned unconsciously, "You and your mother have been together for a while, why do you still get pricked on your finger?"
"I'm learning embroidery recently, and I get pricked if I'm not careful. It doesn't hurt at all."
With their fingers connected to their hearts, it would definitely hurt if they were pricked, but they got used to the pain. Ye Zhenzhen didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, Brother Zhen noticed it. To be honest, she felt a little sweet in her heart.
"If you can't learn it, don't learn it. If you buy a few embroiderers in the future, you and your mother won't need to worry about needlework."
The corners of Ye Zhenzhen's lips twitched upward, but she couldn't hold it back, "But I want to embroider your purse with my own hands."
The purse she had been thinking about for a long time had not yet been embroidered, so how could she give up so easily.
Cui Weizhen was stunned for a moment, with a light blush on his ears. He coughed lightly, took out a wooden box from his sleeve, and said casually, "This is for you."
"what?"
Ye Zhenzhen opened it curiously, only to find a hosta carved from jasper lying quietly inside. The entire hosta was green, except for a little red at the tip. It was carefully carved by craftsmen into a shyly blooming peach blossom, lifelike and beautiful.
Magnificent.
No woman can resist the temptation of jewelry, and Ye Zhenzhen is no exception.
The moment she saw the jade peach hairpin, she happily picked it up and looked at it. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She looked at Cui Weizhen with bright eyes, "Brother Zhen, is this a gift you gave me?"
After Cui Weizhen gave away the hosta, he set up the painting seriously. However, his mind was not on the painting at all. He didn't even notice that the lines under his brush were messy and messy. When he heard Ye Zhenzhen's inquiry, he pretended to be indifferent.
He raised his head and gave a gentle hum.
What responded to him was Ye Zhenzhen's excited exclamation.
Like a bunny spirit leaning over, she suddenly jumped on top of him, wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes were dark and bright, and she had a bright smile, as if spring was blooming in her eyes.
She smiled, and then kissed him on the face, "Brother Zhen, did you specially give out sweets today? My heart is almost sweetened by you."
Cui Weizhen hugged her body as she started to slide down. After all, his stern face did not tighten, and the corners of his lips curved in pleasure, "I once said that I will give you jewelry in the future."
Ye Zhenzhen has never forgotten that this was what Brother Zhen said when he bought her the first bronze mirror. However, it was so long ago that she thought he had forgotten it, but she did not expect that he would always remember it.
The sudden surprise made her feel even more precious.
The feeling of being cherished by others is like hemp, once you get it, you will become addicted. Ye Zhenzhen can even feel that she is slowly falling, but she doesn't want to stop it at all.
If possible, she wanted to hold him tightly and never let go for the rest of her life.
Ye Zhenzhen was in a great mood, and Cui Weizhen, who gave the gift, was also satisfied.
Since Ye Zhenzhen started doing business, the Cui family has never been short of money. However, except for necessary expenses, Cui Weizhen has never asked her for money. In his understanding, this is what Ye Zhenzhen has earned.
Silver cannot be touched.
Even this hosta was saved by Cui Weizhen himself. He carefully selected this good piece of jade and had it carved by skilled craftsmen. He only got it back today to give Ye Zhenzhen a surprise.
Seeing her excited and cheerful look, Cui Weizhen felt that even if all her private housing money was spent, it was still worth it.
