Mushroom Hut.
Lin Wu didn't show too much pride in the face of everyone's praise.
After ten years of living in seclusion, Lin Wu had developed a tenacious and ordinary heart.
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Lin Wu rummaged through his pencil case and finally took out a small brush from it.
"Little Lin, what are you doing?" He Jiong and the others were confused.
"Drawing!" Lin Wu said matter-of-factly.
He Jiong: "??"
Huang Lei: "???"
Peng Yuchang: "???"
The three of them were even more puzzled.
"Brother Lin Wu, haven't you finished drawing?”Peng Yuchang was confused.
"That's right, Xiao Lin. Didn't you finish drawing?”He Jiong and Huang Lei could not help but ask.
"Teacher He, Teacher Huang, Peng Peng, I didn't say that I've finished drawing!”
Lin Wu pointed at Wengcao Village on the paper and said,"The finishing touch. If it's not the finishing touch, then this painting will only have its shape!”
"Ah?"
"Finishing touch?"
"What do you mean?"
The group was confused.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were also confused.
"There's a phrase. Although I don't know what Lin Wu is talking about, I still feel that he's amazing!”
"Hahaha, the one in front of you, if you don't study hard, that's called being ignorant!”
"Although I don't understand what Brother Lin Wu is talking about, I know that Brother Lin Wu is definitely going to act tough again!”
"Act Tough King Linwu!"
"Lin Wu, please be a human! How the hell do you know everything? How can lazy men like us who don't know anything get girls in the future?”
“……”
It was different from the lively atmosphere in the live broadcast room.
In the office of Hua Xia University of Fine Arts, there was silence.
Zhang Houde and Xiao Li fell silent after hearing Lin Wu's words.
Both of them widened their eyes and stared at Lin Wu on the screen.
"There's only form, no soul, only objects, no people…"
"It's just a form, but it's the finishing touch..."
"Could it be that Lin Wu is…"
A bold and terrifying guess arose in Xiao Li's mind." Master of Chinese Arts!!!"
In the classroom of Wengcao Village Primary School.
Lin Wu closed his eyes again.
This time, he only closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them.
He held the brush, dipped it in ink, and waved it on the already perfect drawing paper.
A little here, a little there.
He glanced here and there.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even Xiao Li, who majored in Chinese Arts, was dumbfounded.
But Zhang Houde was different.
His eyes widened and he clenched his fists tightly. His body gradually trembled, and his face became redder and redder. He became more and more excited.
Gradually, gradually.
Lin Wu waved his brush and drew the last part.
Everyone was shocked!
It was really like the finishing touch.
After Lin Wu finished his stroke.
The originally scattered dots seemed to be connected by an invisible line, and the entire painting seemed to have been given a new life.
" This, this, this is…" He Jiong's mouth was wide open as he said shakily,""Human! Xiao Lin, you actually drew people in!”
"The finishing touch. So that's how it is. Good, good. I've been feeling that this painting seems to be missing something just now. It turns out that it's missing people, missing life!”Huang Lei laughed.
"Brother Lin Wu, you're too awesome!”Peng Yuchang had completely transformed into Lin Wu's little fan.""Hey, hey, hey, Teacher He, Teacher Huang, look, mushroom house, our mushroom house. Brother Lin Wu has drawn the four of us in it too!”
Everyone hurriedly looked over and saw that in the upper left corner of the painting, at the foot of the green mountain, in the courtyard of the mushroom house, there were four figures, tall, short, fat, and thin, standing in front of the courtyard and looking at the entire village.
"Colorful lights! Mr. He, Mr. Huang, and the colorful lights. The colorful lights were flying in the vegetable field in front of the mushroom house! Brother Lin Wu thought about it as if he had replayed the scene just now!”The sharp-eyed Peng Yuchang shouted again.
"You're too awesome, Little Lin. I don't know how to praise you anymore. You're really too awesome! It's too awesome!" He Jiong's words were used three times in a row.
At this moment.
The live broadcast room exploded again.
The entire live broadcast room was filled with countless bullet comments. They were dense and endless.
Moreover, these bullet comments were extremely similar.
Other than the word 'f * ck', which represented shock, it was still' f * ck'.
After a while, the f * ck gradually disappeared and was replaced by bullet comments like " I want to learn Chinese painting ".
On the other side.
In the office.
Zhang Houde's face was filled with tears.
"Good, good, good! Hahahahaha, the heavens have opened their eyes, the heavens have opened their eyes. Now that I have a successor to inherit Chinese Arts, this old man can rest assured.”
Zhang Houde shouted excitedly, tears falling like rain.
The old man was not crying because he was sad. He was too happy. He was so happy!
For an old man who had worked hard for decades just to make Chinese arts continue, he suddenly found out that a young man in his twenties had reached the level of a master in Chinese arts!
Chinese art had already been passed down to the younger generation!
How could he not cry?
How could he not be happy?
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