The Interstellar Male God

"What is this, but it's just an outline, and I really thought how powerful things could be drawn." Su Lingping pouted and continued to say ironically.

Although other actors felt that Luo Lingxing's level was not good, they did not show it. After all, they were all sperm. Offending people and doing nothing would not benefit them.

Although Yang Chuanzhi thinks that the villain painted by Luo Lingxing is quite cute, and also fits the image of Luo Xiaoqi in his mind, it is so simple that it obviously cannot meet his expectations.

Among the people present, probably only Zhao Zhuowen was amazed by Luo Lingxing's drawing skills.

"Little boy, who followed you to learn this painting skill?" Zhao Zhuowen asked eagerly.

In Zhao Zhuowen's view, at a young age, he has such a foundation. It must be possible to teach a super team.

"Lao Zhao, why didn't you say a word when you came here? You are far away." Yang Chuanzhi suddenly heard this voice and turned his head to look at it. Isn't it Zhao Zhaowen, the master of Chinese painting who invited him all over the world?

Zhao Zhuowen simply nodded at Yang Chuanzhi, and his attention was put on Luo Lingxing again.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, sorry, the name of the teacher is not easy to disclose, please forgive me." Luo Lingxing said politely.

The name of his teacher is indeed inconvenient to disclose. After all, it was a matter of the previous life. This painting was still studied when he was a prince. More than a thousand years have passed, and he has some memories of the teacher's name.

But this sentence has another meaning in Zhao Zhuowen's ears.

Masters in calligraphy and painting are generally not too open even if they are accepted. After all, literati have their own pride and do not care about those fame and fortune, so Zhao Zhuowen understands it very well.

"Anyway, anyway, can you appreciate the paintings you made later?" Zhao Zhuowen said with a smile, and there was no initial contempt.

"It's an honor." Luo Lingxing responded appropriately.

Yang Chuanzhi and other actors stood by and watched them chatting happily, all with a question mark in their heads, especially Yang Chuanzhi was even puzzled. He was worried that Zhao Zhuowen wouldn't do his job because of Luo Lingxing's provocation, but he just listened to them. Dialogue does not seem to mean this.

"Lao Zhao, I still need to trouble you when I wait for the painting." Yang Chuanzhi said politely.

Zhao Zhuowen waved his hand and said, "No, you have a good actor. Wait a minute and watch."

Yang Chuanzhi was half-trusted and suspicious, and he began to shoot the last scene with a little anticipation. At first, Luo Xiaoqi stood in his bedroom yard, looked at the fallen leaves blown away by the wind not far away, and recalled what happened after he left the palace When I was in love with my friends, I couldn't help but draw the pen to draw the scene in my mind.

In the beautiful suburbs, everyone rode together to ride the road. Everyone talked and laughed along the way. Although Luo Xiaoqi could not ride, it did not affect his good mood. He shared a horse with Yang Fan and enjoyed the fun of riding. .

A picture was drawn in one go, the scene in my mind was gradually printed on the paper, vivid image, as if everyone else saw the magnificent scene at that time, as if I heard everyone's sincere laughter, and was infected by the emotions of the characters in the painting With.

This scene should have ended after he finished the last stroke, showing a sincere and touching smile, but Luo Lingxing has closed the pen and laughed, but has never heard the director stop. The smile is almost stiff.