Hearing this, Jian Xiu looked at the Sleeping Fire Lotus in front of her and began to rack her brains to think of the dry stuff in her mind.
In Mo Shanhuai's eyes, she looked like she was thinking.
But in fact, only Jian Xiu himself knew what he was doing.
She was wondering which poem to use, as there were too many poems in her mind and she couldn't use too many, otherwise people would suspect her.
But it can't be too bad, otherwise, she will achieve her goal.
After much deliberation, Jian Xiu chose a poem with a very famous name and modified it.
"The flowers in Xuewen Academy are in full bloom, and the cardamom blossoms are blooming. The peach trees are in full bloom, and the spring is strong. The fire lotus is unique. The fragrance fills the courtyard with the sound of reading, and the color dyes the dream of the book window. The flowers on the tip of the student's pen are more beautiful, and the ancient rhyme praises it together."
This was a poem I wrote in high school. Jian Xiu had just slightly modified it after reading it, and immediately felt that it was very wrong.
However, the article that she thought was wrong was shocking to Mo Shanhuai.
From the time I first proposed to write a poem to now, it has happened in a blink of an eye.
Besides, Jian Xiu had been chatting with him all the time and had no time to think about the poem.
Even if it was just a chat, being able to write such a poem in such a short time was enough to make Mo Shanhuai admire him.
The most important thing is that she is just a country woman, it is rare for her to be so talented.
"My dear, this poem... this poem is wonderful..."
Mo Shanhuai said the word "wonderful" repeatedly, and one could imagine the excitement on his face.
He was so excited that he even stuttered when speaking.
"I'm sorry to have made Dean Mo laugh!"
"Young lady, you are too modest. Even I would feel ashamed to hear this poem."
I have to say that I am really satisfied with Jian Xiugang's poems.
And every sentence has its own meaning.
After being praised by Mo Shanhuai, Jian Xiu felt a little embarrassed.
Of course, if she had written the poem herself, she would have been able to hold her head high.
But, she copied this poem herself.
"Dean, we are ready!"
When Mo Shanhuai was about to say something, he heard the voices of Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feiyi behind him.
"So fast?" Mo Shanhuai asked in disbelief.
I estimated the time. From the time we were asked to go to the back to paint until now, it has been just over a quarter of an hour.
We are going a little too fast.
I turned my head to look at Jian Xiu again, only to see that she looked extremely calm.
Obviously, she had expected Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feiyi to move at such a speed.
That is to say, Jian Xiu already knew that they would finish this test so quickly.
Could it be that Jian Xiuxiao has her own way of painting?
Thinking of this, Mo Shanhuai suddenly became excited.
If Gang You was still thinking about the arithmetic that Jian Xiu mentioned, he might have just said it casually.
Now, I seem to have a premonition that I may meet a noble person someday.
And this noble person is the woman in front of you.
Thinking of this, Mo Shanhuai hurriedly walked towards the main room.
After entering the main room, the first thing you see are the two unused brushes.
Looking at the inkstone again, it was obvious that the two men had not used it.
Think about it again, when the two of them went behind the screen just now, they clearly had nothing in their hands.
So now, what do we use to complete this painting?
With such doubts in mind, Mo Shanhuai immediately walked up to the two of them.
He stretched out his hand and slowly took the rice paper from them.
But when I saw the drawing above, I was shocked.
I originally thought that they would paint the most common landscape painting.
However, the facts are always unexpected.
This mother and son on that day really shocked the young man.
Because the two pieces of rice paper in the hand were painted with the portrait of the same person, and the paintings were extremely similar.
It's obvious at a glance who this statement is.
Although the two brothers drew the same person, it is obvious from the style of the drawings that they were drawn by two different hands.
Thinking of this, Mo Shanhuai turned his head and glanced at Jian Xiu meaningfully.
This glance made Jian Xiu feel very confused.
I understand why Mo Shanhuai looks at me with such strange eyes.
"This... is this really drawn by you guys?"
After a long time, Mo Shanhuai finally found his voice and asked in disbelief.
Jian Xiu: “…” Why did she feel that Mo Shanhuai was asking nonsense questions?
We drew it, who drew it?
There were just a few of us kids in the main room just now. It was painted by her son. Could it be painted by your grandson?
Of course, Jian Xiu would never say this even if she beat him to death.
Even Mo Shanhuai himself was stunned for a while, as if he didn't believe that he would say such a stupid thing.
So after saying this, Mo Shanhuai himself felt embarrassed.
Because what 놛 thought was exactly the same as what Jian Xiu thought, and there were only a few of us in the main room, it seemed like I had asked a very silly question.
On second thought, I wonder if I would ask this question. In fact, these two paintings are just two children of six or seven years old.
Even if it's just me, I'm afraid I don't have the ability to draw it.
The characters in the paintings are simple and elegant, and the two paintings can be said to be very lifelike.
She perfectly embodies Jian Xiu's charm and her extraordinary temperament.
Most importantly, the similarity between Jian Xiu in our painting and her real life is very high.
As the dean, Mo Shanhuai naturally dared not believe it when he saw the portrait for the first time.
I have to admit that these are indeed two very special paintings. Even as the dean, I cannot create such an effect.
What's more, what about two little boys who have never been to college?
Therefore, it is normal to have such doubts.
After hearing this, Zhang Feixuan and Zhang Feiyi said very seriously:
"Dean, this is indeed drawn by us. If you believe it, we can draw it for you right away."
After saying this, he took out the remaining charcoal pencil from his sleeve.
That's right, the portrait we just drew was drawn with this charcoal.
The day before, Jian Xiu told us that due to time constraints, we wanted to learn quickly, and using a brush was obviously unrealistic.
This teaches us how to use charcoal.
"No, the dean apologizes to you for what he just said. The fact that you can draw your portrait like this means that this person must be someone you are familiar with. The dean should..."
Having said that, Mo Shanhuai swallowed the words in his mouth.
Because when 놛 saw the charcoal pencils in the hands of the two brothers, he was completely stunned.
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