The Local Lazy Man System

"Husband, are you all right?"

Liu Qingqing stood under the longan tree in his yard, holding a few books in his arms. With this action, Liu Qingqing insisted on staying still for more than ten minutes, and asked anxiously.

It's not that Liu Qingqing is tired, but that he can't wait to see if his man's portrait of him looks good.

"Hold on for a few more minutes, and you'll be fine soon." Ye Rongyao stood in front of the drawing board, looking at Liu Qingqing and said. The pen in his hand never stopped.

It turned out that Ye Rongrong was going to paint a portrait of Liu Qingqing today.

In ancient China, portrait painting was called portrait, portrayal or expressiveness.

According to their different creative requirements and expression techniques, portrait paintings are divided into head portraits, full body portraits, busts and group portraits.

It requires the painter to make a real and vivid description of the character's appearance, body shape, mood, clothing and background, express their spiritual characteristics, status, national attributes, the fashion of the times, and reflect the painter's own thoughts and feelings.

Portrait painting pursues both form and spirit, and attaches great importance to the portrayal of the facial features that convey the expressions of the characters. Gu Kaizhi, a painter from the Eastern Jin Dynasty in China, once said: "The vivid portrayal is in the middle of Adu."

"All right."

Ye Rongyao put the pen down and said with a smile to Liu Qingqing, who was a little anxious.

"Let me see, let me see, how is your drawing, husband?" Liu Qingqing couldn't wait to trot to the back of the drawing board.

"what……"

Liu Qingqing was dumbfounded. It wasn't that the portrait of his man was too bad, but that he painted it so well that Liu Qingqing felt that he was living in the painting.

So vivid, those expressive, especially those eyes, so soft, no matter from which angle you look, you always feel that the eyes are looking at yourself with affection.

Just like just now, he was looking at Ye Rongyao who was drawing a portrait of himself with affection. So vivid, so expressive.

Whether it is their appearance, clothing, movements, or even the background. They are all so realistic that Liu Qingqing has the feeling that he is in the painting now.

The self in the painting is simply alive. The feeling of Liu Qingqing now is that the self in the painting is a living person.

living self.

This level of painters, in addition to the legendary painting saint. Liu Qingqing has never heard of the feeling that someone can draw a person as a living person.

Grandmaster? Liu Qingqing now feels that the title of master of painting skills is no longer worthy of his man, and his man's painting skills have reached a new height. Liu Qingqing has never seen the legendary painting of a saint, but Liu Qingqing feels that even if It is a painting of a saint, and it may not be stronger than a portrait painted by one's own man.

"How is it, do you like it?"

Seeing Liu Qingqing's surprised look, Ye Rongrong asked with a smile. To be honest, Ye Rongyao was also very satisfied with this kind of portrait he painted.

own superb drawing skills. Coupled with the extraordinary beauty of his wife, that can melt the affectionate eyes of the heroes in the world, forming this peerless portrait.

Even Ye Rongyao couldn't guarantee that he would be able to draw a second portrait that was so natural and lifelike.

"I like it, I like it very much, husband, you are really amazing."

Liu Qingqing hugged Ye Rongyao excitedly and said happily. He couldn't help but put a few kisses on Ye Rongyao's face.

"You can do as you like."

Ye Rongyao also said happily. Don't you want to be happy with each other when you two live together?

"Husband, I want to frame this portrait and pass it on as a family heirloom." Liu Qingqing said excitedly.

"You don't want our children and grandchildren to know that they have a beautiful grandmother, right?" Ye Rongrong said jokingly.

"Yeah. That's what I thought, didn't I?"

Liu Qingqing rolled her eyes at Ye Rongyao and said. Liu Qingqing even suspected that after a few hundred years, this portrait of himself would be the same as the painting "Mona Lisa's Smile". Become a peerless masterpiece, and passed down through the ages.

"Okay, why not? Let our children and grandchildren know how powerful their grandfather and grandfather are to marry such a beautiful grandmother." Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

"You are stinky."

Liu Qingqing rolled her eyes at Ye Rongyao and said. But seriously, Liu Qingqing can't see through his man more and more now. So mysterious, so mysterious that Liu Qingqing felt so unreal.

In recent days, every morning, Liu Qingqing has to look at the man lying beside him, for fear that when he wakes up, his mysterious husband has disappeared.

The parrot "Sakura Ying" on the tree saw how happy the male and female protagonists were watching around a board, and couldn't help flying down curiously.

"what……"

"Yingying" saw Liu Qingqing in the painting, the whole bird's eyes straightened, and then glanced at Liu Qingqing standing beside the portrait.

"Mom, ghost..."

She was so frightened that "Ying Ying" fluttered her wings and ran to the longan tree and didn't dare to come down. It was so scary, how could there be two identical mistresses.

Parrots simply think, can't figure out why this happens.

"Ha ha…"

"Ha ha…"

Seeing "Yingying" being frightened, Ye Rongyao and Liu Qingqing couldn't help laughing.

"husband…"

Liu Qingqing stared at Ye Rongyao and cried.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Rongrong asked with some doubts. After all, Ye Rongrong was a little overwhelmed by his wife's fiery eyes.

"Husband, thank you, I think I'm so lucky to have a husband who is very capable, loves me, and pets me." Liu Qingqing said affectionately.

"You don't blame me for hitting and scolding you before." Ye Rongrong asked with a smile.

"Husband, have you hit me or scolded me? I don't know why."

Liu Qingqing said with a smile. Liu Qingqing felt that he should forget the bad things about his man before, and keep only the best things about himself and his man in his mind.

"You don't know, how do I know."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile. Since my wife doesn't want to do anything in the past, why do I have nothing to do with myself?

...

Ye Rongrong had never been in contact with the calligraphy world before, so he didn't know where there was a place to mount paintings in the county. He drove an electric tricycle to ask several people, and finally found a shop called "Mingji Paintings" in the alley next to the county. "

This "Mingji Painting Shop" specializes in framing other people's paintings, and also sells some calligraphy and painting works, but most of the calligraphy and painting works are not famous, and the prices are not very high, ranging from hundreds to tens of thousands.

However, the store was very deserted, and there were basically few customers in sight.

"Sir, what do you need?"

When a waiter in his twenties saw Ye Rongrong come in, he asked enthusiastically. (To be continued.)