Compared with Shen Yao who completed an ordinary ink painting intermittently and quite difficultly just now, Ye Sang's is enough to make everyone present dumbfounded.

The little girl's black cat pupils stared at the clean rice paper, and the Danqing pen in her hand never stopped. Under Mr. Ye's astonished gaze, the tip of the pen was lightly turned, and the nimble and delicate phoenix feather was outlined vividly.

This is Ye Sang's first copy of his grandfather's famous work.

She bit her pink lips, her forehead was sweating, and the tip of her pen didn't dare to stop at all.

And Huo Yao, who was already ready to beat up Mr. Ye, gradually realized that something was wrong.

Those black eyes fell on the little girl who was seriously sketching, and he was a little dazed for a few seconds.

This is his daughter? !

Shen Chuchen leaned over, couldn't help touching him with his arm, and asked in surprise, "Didn't you say that girl hasn't learned it?"

This fluent and one-stop painting skill, is it like you haven't learned it before?

You haven't learned Danqing to bully him, have you? !

Huo Yao: "..."

He blinked his black eyes in a trance, and his usual calm expression gradually disappeared.

The man looked at the little girl who was sitting upright not far away, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a smile flashed across his eyes:

"Maybe my daughter is a gifted type."

Mr. Huo stroked his beard and smiled triumphantly: "My granddaughter is smart."

"..." The faces of the mother and daughter of the Shen family next to her could no longer be described as ugly.

Shen Yao muttered to herself, "What's so great about this..."

Isn't it just a little faster than her to draw, and the lines are smoother?

"If she has the ability, she can draw something!" The six-year-old girl couldn't bear to be annoyed at this moment, even if she was so scheming, she thought so, and said it directly to Ye Sang.

As a result, as soon as this sentence was spoken, it was interrupted mercilessly by Mr. Ye:

"Shut up!"

The girl's face turned red in an instant, and she bit her lower lip involuntarily, full of embarrassment after being scolded in front of a group of people.

Shen Shanshan didn't care about her daughter's embarrassment at all, but stared at Ye Sang's direction and ground her teeth.

This dead girl.

It's so nosy every time! !

Originally, her daughter was doing well in her apprenticeship, but who knew that she would kill her halfway.

"..."

Ye Lao watched intently, and when he heard Shen Yao's chirping voice, he held his breath involuntarily, lest she disturb that little guy.

"This is..." When a vivid phoenix appeared on the paper, his breath stopped, his voice raised sharply, and he stared at Ye Sang.

"You Feng is still here." When the little guy put away his pen, the tip of the pen was slightly hooked, and Nuo Nuo answered for him under the amazed eyes of a group of people.

Shen Yao swayed slightly, staring blankly at the painting, only feeling a burning pain on her face.

She always thought that she could be regarded as a kind of food rewarded by God, and she was very talented since she was a child, whether it was painting or arithmetic.

Only this time.

Not only did the iron plate fall severely, even the master was taken away...

*

Ye Sang wrote the small regular script with hairpin flowers in one hand. Because there is a grandfather in the family who used to be the best calligraphy in the world, he couldn't help imitating the handwriting when he wrote it.

The little guy's handwriting on the rice paper was slightly nimble and elegant when he closed the pen. Those who didn't know thought it was the handwriting of some calligrapher.

"I don't see you for a day, and I think about it like crazy."

The little guy stared at Mr. Ye with his black cat pupils, and read the next sentence crisply:

——"The phoenix flies soaring, seeking the phoenix from all over the world."

Mr. Huo's pupils constricted for a few moments, and he couldn't help but look at the poem his granddaughter just wrote.

He blinked in astonishment, and immediately murmured: "... as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a swimming dragon."

He rarely used these eight characters to evaluate a person's handwriting.

The only one who can stand up to his evaluation is that old gentleman.

It's just that the other party probably drove west of Hexi long ago.

Mr. Huo never expected that the handwriting of his five-year-old granddaughter when he finished writing had a bit of that charm.

Huo Chenyu was silent for a moment, looking at the little girl with bright cat pupils begging for praise, her expression was like that of a puppy, and there seemed to be a tail wagging behind her: "..."

The little boy blinked, smiled lightly and said, "Did I think you are too useless?"

As the heir, he has more or less understanding of Danqing.

Originally thought that the little girl could at most draw a children's version of ducks playing in the water.

Unexpectedly, what she drew turned out to be a phoenix.

even……

The young boy said with a smile: "This is the famous work of an old gentleman back then."

But it has been lost for a long time now.

No one knows what the painting "You Feng Huan Xi" looks like.

Although the little girl's words can't tell whether they are true or false, but she can draw like this is enough to shock everyone present.

Shen Chuchen looked at it for a while, stared quietly at Huo Yao, who was full of smiles, and suddenly said a word:

"Hey."

"Could this little girl be my daughter?"

Huo Yao couldn't laugh for a moment.

He looked back coolly, "It's not dark yet."

The implication is: stop dreaming.

Shen Chuchen clicked his tongue, and said carelessly: "This little girl is so smart, if you don't have my genes, can you have a conscience?"

"Just like you. Are you sure you can give birth to a smart kid like Sangsang?" Boss Shen said coldly, refusing to admit that he was sour.

Huo Yao snorted, not paying attention to his words:

"Having confidence is a good thing."

*

Shen Yao pinched her palms in embarrassment, it's not right to stand still and walk, or not to go.

However, there was no one there to help her out.

Shen Yan quietly looked at the little girl surrounded by a group of people, lowered his head and moved his fingertips silently.

Thinking of Ye Sang's appearance when he stood in front of him, the little boy's calm heart was touched a little differently from usual.

Sangsang...

The little boy pursed his lips.

Ye Sangsang.

...

At this time, the little guy had just put down his pen, and he pressed down on the table limply, and let out a breath.

woo woo woo.

She never wanted to touch a paintbrush again in her life.

Facts have proved that it is really not easy to draw the famous work of grandpa.

Even if she copied from him since she was a child, she has only learned half or six of his charm from the old man.

However, as everyone knows.

These are enough for Ye Lao.

He rushed forward excitedly. He asked this little guy eagerly, "Little one, where did you see the painting?"

"Also, how did you know You Feng Huanxi's complete scroll?"

There is an incomplete painting of You Feng Huan Xi in his collection room, and he has tried to restore it in recent years.

It's a pity that no matter how good his painting skills are, he is not half as similar as that old gentleman.

Who would have thought that a painting that he couldn't even restore was drawn by a five-year-old kid.

At this moment, Mr. Ye's world view seemed to have been impacted.

The little guy lowered his head, his hair curled up, seeing this "old man" so close to him, he couldn't help whispering:

"This is Grandpa Mu...taught me to copy it..."

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