Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

The early morning sun shone through the flowers and trees, and reflected on the red wall covered with climbing tigers, and the sound of reading books was heard not far away.

"Old Bell, I'm here, why don't you show me that painting?" A voice full of energy broke the silence in the yard and startled the sparrows in the yard.

Professor Zhang, who has been busy writing textbooks for the country these days, finally found time to come to Mr. Zhong's place to see the paintings he has been showing off.

"Come here, you old man, you are too impatient." Old Zhong walked downstairs in a silk coat.

"Who made you show off all the time, it makes me very itchy."

"Come here, here." Elder Zhong walked to the desk, took out a scroll of paintings from the drawer, spread it out on the table, and called Professor Zhang over to look at it.

On the white rice paper, take the white nib of the white cloud brush and dip it in light eosin, point it from front to back, and directly point the petals of the lice with the exposed front side. The pen belly is attached to the root of the petal. The ovary is light red or light yellow-green, and the flowers are dyed light yellow-green.

Because there is no restriction of ink lines, the petals, flowers and leaves appear round and soft, like clusters of pink clouds floating on the rice paper.

Although the technique of boneless painting has been lost for a long time, later generations of painters have restored this painting method from various classics, but after all, it has its shape but not its spirit.

Because there is no ink line, the boneless painting can easily be drawn into a soft painting, without muscles and bones.

But the painting in front of it has its own charm, and the ability to give such a charm to the boneless painting without ink lines shows the artist's own state of mind and superb skills.

"Old Zhong, who painted this painting? There seems to be no such person among the people I know."

Professor Zhang is a well-known scholar of Qing University and an important talent in the country's literary and art circles. Almost all famous literary and art workers in China know him. Professor Zhang searched his mind and found no one with a similar style of painting.

"I'll test you, how old do you think the person who painted this picture is now? What kind of person is he?" Elder Zhong suddenly gave Professor Zhang a mysterious look and sold off.

"Such a verve and skill, it must be impossible to paint without 40 years of skill. Could it be some incomparable painter?"

"Haha, I thought like you back then, but well," Elder Zhong stroked the beard on his chin, but stopped talking.

"You old guy, but what?" Professor Zhang was aroused by the curiosity he said.

"You'll know in two days. I'm going to invite the painter here in two days."

"Okay, then you remember to notify me when the time comes, and I'll come to see this mysterious painter too."

Seeing that Zhong Lao refused to name the painter, Professor Zhang stopped asking questions, and only waited for a few days to communicate with the painter in person.

"Brother, are you back?"

Bo Yi, who was about to go out to attend the award ceremony, bumped into Bo Xiao, who was entering Shi Shiran's door.

"Who's your brother? My mother only has one son. What face do you have to call me, the product of your betrayal?"

Bo Xiao gave Bo Yi a mocking look, and the words that came out of his mouth were very ugly.

"Bo Xiao, don't go too far!" Stimulated by Bo Xiao's words, Bo Yi glared at Bo Xiao angrily.

When he was young, he always envied Bo Xiao's status as a young master in the dark, and this jealousy took root in his heart day by day.

Since Bo Xiao was sent abroad, he was taken back to Bo's house, just as he always imagined when he was a child, he became the young master Bo in the eyes of everyone.

In the days when Bo Xiao was away, he was a young master sought after by thousands of people, and a popular idol star, but now that Bo Xiao is back, seeing Bo Xiao reminds him of his unbearable identity.

Why is he coming back? !

Bo Yi hated looking at Bo Xiao with a meaningless face. Over the years, he has been deliberately disguising his temperament to become a noble boy in the entertainment industry sought after by fans.

But at this moment, facing Bo Xiao who was sitting casually on the sofa, Bo Yi felt a strange sense of inferiority in his heart.

"Oh, the big star is angry?" The corners of Bo Xiao's mouth twitched,

"What are you doing here?" No outsiders were present at the moment, and Bo Yi simply didn't bother to pretend.

"I came back to make you and your mother unhappy, right?" Bo Xiao's fox eyes twinkled, "This is the purpose of my coming back."

"You!" Bo Yi clenched his fists with sparks in his eyes.

"Housekeeper, come here, clean up the master bedroom on the second floor for this young master." Bo Xiaochong called out, and the housekeeper entered the house.

"Yes, young master." Qiao Feng bowed respectfully at Bo Xiao, looking at Bo Xiao with kindness in his eyes. He grew up watching Bo Xiao since he was a child. Bo Xiao's mother was quite prestige when she was alive. There are many here. The servants were all dissatisfied with the arrogance of Mo Ling and Bo Yi.

Having said that, the housekeeper took the servants up to clean up the master bedroom.

Leaving Bo Yi's head in the same place will smoke,

There is no other reason. Since Bo Xiao went abroad, he has occupied Bo Xiao's former bedroom and moved into the master bedroom himself. Although Bo's father said a few words to him, but Mo Ling was there to help him, Bo's father didn't say anything. what.

Now Bo Xiao needs someone to clean up the master bedroom as soon as he comes back. Didn't he slap him in the face in front of everyone?

But he didn't dare to do anything to Bo Xiao. After all, he still remembered how Bo Xiao beat up the bodyguards at Mo Ling's wedding five years ago, and could only watch the babysitters move his things out.

"Hey, Bo Xiao, don't be too arrogant, let's wait and see."

Bo Yi left a sentence and left the villa angrily.

"The next appearance is Bo Yi, the male protagonist who is in love with you through a thousand years. Everyone applauds!"

[Wow, Young Master Bo is so handsome! 】

[Qinggui is so compelling that it is my husband! 】

[As expected of the noble son of the entertainment industry, I really love this temperament. 】

[No wonder Xia Wanyuan insisted on hyping Bo Yi, such a good-looking person, who wouldn't want to be with him. 】

[Let's not mention the unappetizing people like Xia Wanyuan? 】

[That is, putting the names of Xia Wanyuan and my male god together is disgusting. 】

Bo Yi had a warm smile on his face, and his tall and elegant figure looked brilliant under the spotlight, but there was still a trace of anger in his eyes that didn't fade away.

From Bo Yi walking on the red carpet to entering the venue, the fans screamed loudly.

After the awards ceremony, it is a routine media interview stage.

"This time your movie performed very well at the box office. What are your plans for the future?"

"Next, I will concentrate on honing my acting skills and strive for a better performance in the next work." Bo Yi smiled modestly, which attracted the goodwill of the crowd.

"Bo Yi, are you really dating Xia Wanyuan?" A reporter from a famous gossip magazine squeezed forward.

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