Before Luo Ning could speak, that Miss Wan Ying was the first to jump up and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? This painting is good, we all acknowledge it, even the governor personally praised it."
Lin Wanrong felt strange, could it be that this painting was painted by this Miss Wan Ying? It didn't seem like it, this girl looked like a fiery hot pepper, how could she have such delicate brushwork?
No matter who painted this, since the words had already been said, Lin Wanrong was not afraid of her, he smiled and said, "I said it is a failure, naturally I have my reasons."
That Luo Ning blushed and said, "Brother Lin, please tell me, where is the failure of this painting?"
Lin Wanrong saw that her face was red, her expression was bashful, and he also saw that the brushwork was delicate, it must be the work of a woman, he was shocked, my god, it can't be this Luo Ning painted it, right?
On the other side, Wan Ying snorted and said, "Sister Luo, don't bother with him, he likes to talk nonsense, he disparaged your painting for no reason."
So it was really Luo Ning who painted it. Thinking about how Luo Ning was respected as the most talented woman in Jin Ling, she was so proud of herself, but now in front of everyone, Lin Wanrong used the word "failure" to sum up the work she was so proud of, this was a huge blow, it was already amazing that she didn't cry on the spot.
Lin Wanrong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, you little girl, you should have said it earlier, I still have some feelings for that dog fart Young Master Hou, let alone a little girl like you. However, this Luo Ning was arrogant, she just didn't want her relationship with Lin Wanrong to affect his independent image.
Seeing Luo Ning biting her lips and blushing, Lin Wanrong sighed, after criticizing a talented man, he criticized a talented woman, this daddy is really awesome.
"Big brother Lin, feel free to say it. Luo Ning would also like to hear your comments." Luo Ning said firmly.
"Miss Luo, your painting, whether it's the lines, brushstrokes, or the angle, are all excellent." Lin Wanrong first gave a carrot, then changed the topic, "However, you're taking it for granted."
Seeing that everyone was listening attentively, even Hou Yuebai and Wan Ying, who had been humming and groaning all this while, pricked up their ears to listen, Lin Wanrong said, "From your drawing, this old man's clothes are ragged. With one look, I can tell that he is an ordinary commoner who has not had enough to eat and wear. Am I right? "
Luo Ning nodded lightly and said, "Yes, I wanted to describe a scene of ordinary people worrying about the flood."
Lin Wanrong sighed and said, "Miss Lo, your intention is good, but you don't understand people's hearts, you don't understand the commoners. You have never suffered, you simply don't understand what the commoners are thinking. The commoners of our China, are the most loyal, and the easiest to coax. As long as you let them eat their fill, wear their clothes, and do not have to worry about food and clothing, they will treat you like their parents. But at the same time, they are the most realistic. If they have not had enough to eat and wear, they won't care about anything else. Think about it, if they can't even survive, you want them to worry about the flood. Grand Mistress, do you think they are saints who worry about the country and the people? Wrong, way too wrong. For the lower-class people, survival is their number one priority. The country and the people are miles away from them. "
The scholars and ladies at the scene were silent and speechless. They were all young masters and ladies who have never experienced hardship, they have never experienced the words of the lower-class people. They thought that everyone in the world was like them, they have nothing to do after eating and drinking, so they worry about the country and the people. Lin Wanrong's words made them dumbfounded, but they had to admit that what he said made sense.
Everyone was speechless, even Miss Wan Ying, who had always disagreed with Lin Wanrong, looked at him with some admiration.
Lin Wanrong's heart was heavy, as if there were a few big stones weighing on him. These young masters who did not work and did not know how to differentiate between the five grains, not only in the China dynasty, but even in his previous life, he had seen many of them. Being separated from reality, being separated from the masses, it was really fatal.
Luo Ning used her own heart to measure the heart of others, she took it for granted that the scholars and ladies flocked to this painting, she was also very proud at first. Now that she thought about it, she was really wrong. Without the skin, where would the hair attach to, the concept of this painting was wrong, using the word 'failure' was too light, it was a complete waste.
Luo Ning's eyes were red, she tried her best to hold back her tears. Ever since she came of age, because of her outstanding intelligence and knowledge, she received the title of the most talented woman in Jin Ling. Even though she still maintained a modest and cautious attitude, but a woman's heart naturally had a little bit of vanity. This was the biggest blow she had received since she came of age, even though she was strong, after being criticized by Lin Wanrong in front of everyone, she naturally felt very wronged.
"If you want to paint life, you must first paint the human heart." Seeing that Luo Ning was about to cry, Lin Wanrong sighed ruefully and continued, "Don't cry, don't cry, I have a way to remedy this."
Luo Ning wiped the corners of her eyes and scoffed, "Who's crying? What way do you have to remedy this? "
Lin Wanrong took out the homemade pencil from his arms, smiled and said, "I'll have to rely on this baby of mine."
This pencil, other than Luo Ning, no one else had seen it before. Wan Ying seemed to have forgotten the awkwardness with Lin San, opened her mouth and said, "Lin San, what is this?"
Lin Wanrong smiled slightly and said, "This is a black horse and a white horse, after a hundred years of love, turned to ashes, poured their ashes to make a pencil."
Wan Ying was stunned for a moment, softly grunted, and immediately understood that this Lin San was making fun of her. This person is really bad, even at this time he still has such thoughts. She softly snorted, turned her head away and did not look at him, but used the corner of her eyes to look at Lin Wanrong's movements.
Lin Wanrong took the pencil, lightly drew a few strokes on the eyes of the portrait, and then added a few lines on the face, then clapped his hands and said, "Miss Luo, just follow the mark of the pencil and draw again."
The pencil mark was extremely faint, everyone looked at it a few times, but could not tell what it was at all. Luo Ning knew that he did not know how to use a brush, so softly grunted. Her left hand pinched the cuff, her right hand picked up the small regular script on the table, and followed the mark.
In the beginning, she did not quite understand, but the more she drew, the more surprised she became. In the end, her expression became excited, and her drawing became more detailed. After a long time, she put down the brush and happily cried out, "Big brother Lin, I got it."
Everyone looked towards the table again, and saw that the old man in ragged clothes still had some worry in his eyes, but it had already faded a lot, and on his face, there were a few more shallow smile lines.
After thinking about what Lin Wanrong had just said, everyone began to understand what was going on. Although the poor people on this river bank were a little more bitter and tired, they could at least eat their fill. Naturally, there was a smile. The worry in their eyes was that they were worried that after the dam was repaired, it would be difficult for them to have enough to eat and wear. From their point of view, they were afraid that there would be floods every year, and that the dam would be repaired every year. When the poor smiled, there were also tears, which was the true portrayal of this painting.
In fact, Lin Wanrong was not very satisfied with this kind of change. Changing this painting with the brush of a sketch could only be considered far-fetched, but his words just now were too harsh, and that little girl Luo Ning was about to cry, so he could only save as much as he could.
Everyone let out a long breath. To be honest, Luo Ning's painting skills were all at the peak, and it was also written with feelings. It was really a rare masterpiece, and it would be a pity if it was ruined. Now that it was saved, it was really a great blessing.
Wan Ying snorted and said, "Lin San, you got a big bargain. It's just a few strokes, but Sister Luo's painting can be considered as your contribution."
You, Grand Mistress, have the ability to change a painting with one or two strokes? If you have the ability, why don't you do it yourself?
Even though Hou Yuebai could tell that Lin San had some drawing skills, he snorted disdainfully at Lin San's pencil-drawing skills. He thought to himself, "This guy has high standards but low skills. He's an expert in art criticism, but his drawing skills are sloppy. Next time there's a chance, I'll compete with him in drawing skills.
Among them, only Luo Ning understood the skill of Lin Wanrong's one or two strokes. In the blink of an eye, he changed the painting's artistic conception. Was this painting done by myself? Luo Ning looked at the painting, and her heart was sad and touched. With mixed feelings, she turned around and ran away.
Wan Ying hurriedly called out, "Sister Luo, where are you going?"
Luo Ning stopped for a moment, but she did not turn around. She said in a sweet voice, "Wan Ying, you continue painting. I will go over there to relax. I will be back soon."
Wan Ying angrily looked at Lin Wanrong and said, "This is all your doing?"
Lin Wanrong was stunned, and he thought, "What does this have to do with me?" Seeing Wan Ying's angry appearance, Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "Once upon a time, there was a white horse that fell in love with a black horse …"
"Do you want to die?" That Wan Ying was a violent person. Hearing him teasing her, she sent a flying kick over. Her kick was swift and fast. She was actually a martial artist. No wonder she could become a female constable in this city.
Lin Wanrong was too lazy to deal with her. He walked a few steps down the embankment. He was looking for a place to pee, but he saw a charming figure sitting on the ground, looking at the surging river in a daze.
It can't be, just a few words of criticism, this little girl can't accept it and wants to jump into the river? Lin Wanrong was shocked and hurriedly called out, "Miss Luo, don't jump …"
Luo Ning looked back and saw Lin Wanrong rushing over. She smiled and said, "Brother Lin, what are you talking about?"
"Miss Luo, please don't jump," Lin Wanrong said. "I was just joking with you. You don't have to kill yourself, do you?"
Luo Ning was ashamed and angry. She said angrily, "Brother Lin, what are you talking about? When did I want to jump into the river?"
"That's good." Lin Wanrong wiped his cold sweat and said, "As long as you don't jump into the river, everything can be discussed."
Luo Ning felt that this person was sometimes extremely smart, but sometimes he was stubborn. She really couldn't do anything about him. She took a few steps back, distancing herself from the river. She said with a smile, "Now you can rest assured."
Lin Wanrong unceremoniously sat next to her and said, "You scared me to death. So you didn't want to jump into the river. Miss Luo, I'm telling you, the water in this river is muddy and yellow. Don't jump into it. That Xuanwu Lake's water is clear and the scenery is pleasant. It's the best place to jump. "
Luo Ning smiled and looked at him. She said angrily, "Brother Lin, is this how you persuade people?"
Lin Wanrong said curiously, "Persuade? Why should I persuade you? You are a strong girl. Do you need someone to persuade you? "
Luo Ning's expression darkened. She shook her head and said, "Brother Lin, you're wrong. This time, I really feel that I'm very weak."
Don't do it. It was just a small blow. How could this talented girl be disheartened? Looks like setback education needs to be greatly strengthened.
Luo Ning sighed and sat beside him. She looked at the flowing river and said, "In the past, I felt that I was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Even those men couldn't compare to me, so I was very excited. But after I saw the couplet for the Food for Immortals, my heart suffered a blow. Brother Lin's words yesterday and today's guidance on the painting made me realize that I'm just a frog at the bottom of a well. I don't even know how big the sky is. Just as Brother Lin said, I grew up in an official's family. I've never interacted with the common people. My experience and knowledge are pitifully little. But I'm still so arrogant. Now, even I feel that I hate myself. "
This girl is very good at self-criticism. You're unlucky to have met me. But only with motivation can there be improvement. Lin Wanrong nodded and said, "Miss Luo, you're sincere and compassionate. Everyone likes you, so why would they hate you? Persevering in your dreams is a very amazing thing. As for experience, it can't be rushed. Wait until you're older and experience more things. Then you'll understand. "
Luo Ning looked at him and said, "Brother Lin, I've always felt that it's strange. You're clearly only a few years older than me, but why do you know so many things and understand people so well?"
There was no way to answer this question. Lin Wanrong said seriously, "Actually, I've always been asking myself this question. But you know, to answer a question from a genius is a very difficult thing. "
Luo Ning was stunned for a moment. Only then did she realize the cold humor in his words. She covered her mouth and giggled, "Brother Lin, you're never serious when you talk."
Lin Wanrong sighed, "In fact, other than using genius to describe me, I really can't find any other words."
Luo Ning said softly, "I think so too."
Lin Wanrong laughed heartily. This chick actually learned my humor. It's a bit interesting.
Luo Ning's face was a little relieved. She couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up and said, "Brother Lin, I'm going to paint. You're not allowed to follow me anymore. Otherwise, I'll die again." She ran after saying that as if Lin Wanrong was a scourge.
F * ck, am I that scary? If you didn't invite me, I wouldn't even bother to go. After talking for half a day, he even forgot to pee. Just as he was about to move, he saw a "mud man" suddenly appear beside him.
That person's body and face were covered in mud. He was barefoot and his face looked a little familiar. Lin Wanrong was stunned and said, "Master Luo, how did you end up like this?"
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