Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fu Yunmo began to move, using both hands simultaneously, each stroke displaying the style of a master.
When he was painting intently, his brows furrowed slightly, as if his mood changed with the movement of his brush.
The first one or two strokes alone were enough to amaze everyone.
Such elegance and skillful brushwork are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Lai Xian felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He looked at the increasingly beautiful scenery on the paper, and occasionally looked up at Fu Yunmo's stern face as he painted.
Every stroke, every line, is the essence.
It's something many people can't learn even in ten years.
Before long, the painting of streams and clouds was more than half completed.
The fans were shocked: "How...how is this possible? Isn't Mr. Yun a seventy-year-old man?"
"Yes, how could this happen? Is something wrong?"
"My God, this painting... is so beautiful."
"This is only a half-finished product, yet it's already so enchanting. Could it really be Mr. Yun?"
"It's amazing! To see Mr. Yun paint is the best thing I can do in my life."
While Fu Yunmo was painting, the two old men who had remained skeptical were completely dumbfounded.
Without the original artwork, drawing it entirely from memory—what else could it be but the original?!
Lai Xian and Wen Yu, a married couple, were so engrossed in the painting that they forgot about their real-life entanglements and focused intently on watching the Ming family paint.
Tang Yaoyao looked at her third brother, her heart pounding with excitement.
She also paints, so she naturally understands the essence of painting. Third Brother is truly a master painter.
Third Brother's painting is enough to prove that he is Mr. Yun, but no one stopped the painting because everyone was so engrossed in the artist and the mirror in the painting.
Jiang Enren looked at the painting in alarm. Normally, he would have appreciated it like everyone else.
At that moment, he was filled with fear, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He wiped them off several times, but couldn't wipe them all away.
It’s over…
All his years of hard work have come to naught.
Once the painting was finished, the hall fell silent.
No one dared to question that the Fu Yunmo in front of them was not Mr. Yun.
Lai Xian was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly extended his trembling hand: "Mr. Yun, I've heard so much about you."
Fu Yunmo shook hands with him, saying nothing, but a smile played on her lips, a smile that could topple kingdoms.
The two old men who had spoken earlier blushed upon seeing this, never expecting that they would actually contradict Mr. Yun, whom they had admired for many years.
The old man, his face falling, tried to shake hands with him, but said hesitantly, "Um, it was me just now..."
Fu Yunmo interrupted him calmly: "To be admired by you is a disgrace to me."
Upon hearing this, the old man's face turned even redder.
The other one also lowered his head, regretting his earlier condescending remarks.
The fans fell silent.
Only Tang Yaoyao smiled slightly. She just didn't expect that her third brother, such a talented man, could also be so sharp-tongued.
This slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado.
That's great!
"senior……"
Lai Xian quickly interrupted him, expressing his genuine admiration: "No, no, no, in the world of calligraphy and painting, you are our senior. I really didn't expect that Mr. Yun would be you. You are so young and so talented. I can't accept being called a senior."
Fu Yunmo was a proud man, so he didn't stand on ceremony with him or act pretentiously. He simply turned his gaze to Jiang Enren.
At this moment, the gentle politeness in his eyes faded, replaced by a cold and stern expression: "Do we need to produce any other proof?"
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