The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

  Chapter 1187 After all, she likes him so much (three shifts)

  Mountain is black, faintly revealing a little verdant spring.

  Large tracts of camellia are in full bloom, white and red are interlaced, gorgeous and lively.

  The vigorous and vigorous breath of spring seems to be about to burst out the thin layer of rice paper, and rush toward the face.

   is really a very brilliant painting.

  Wei Songzhe continued to explain:

   "My classmate said that when I went to the mountains and rivers in April this year, I saw that the scenery over there was particularly beautiful, so I painted this one specially."

  Li Zhi smiled and nodded:

"The scenery of the mountains and rivers is indeed superb, whether this painting is good. The mountains are full of ink, but the camellia is lively and the white space is just right. Although the technique is still a little green, it is very aura. There will be more in the future Polish, the future can be expected."

  Such a remark from her mouth is a very high evaluation.

  Wei Songzhe smiled:

   "He wants to know that you say so, he is so happy to know!"

  Shen Li looked at Shi Yang, and suddenly asked:

   "What do Teacher Shiyang think?"

  Shi Yang's eyebrows and heart beat, and he instantly regained consciousness.

  The stiffness at the moment he saw the painting disappeared quickly. When he raised his eyes again, his expression had returned to normal, and there was nothing wrong with him.

  He smiled and nodded:

   "It's not bad. I agree with Teacher Li."

  It is obviously more rare to get Shiyang’s praise.

  Wei Songzhe is more happy:

   "Really? Then I have to go back and tell him well, you praised his painting!"

  Shiyang has a smile on his face, as gentle and elegant as ever.

  However, at this moment, a clear voice sounded:

  "I think there is one thing in this painting, but it can actually be painted better."

  The whole office was quiet for a few seconds.

  Li Zhi looked at Shen Li and asked curiously:

   "Oh? What do you say A Li?"

Shiyang also looked over.

  Shen Li raised her finger to the painting,

  "The camellia on this painting is densely packed with flowers and leaves, and the processing is slightly scribbled, especially the interspersed branches and leaves here, which is not very reasonable. On the whole, although the flowers bloom lively, they will look a little messy."

  Li Zhi’s look was strange and pleasantly surprised:

  "Unexpectedly, A Li also studied Chinese painting?"

  Being able to give such an accurate and objective comment is enough to prove that she really understands.

  What she just said was a general rating, because it was the line led by Shen Li, and the artist himself was still a student, so she focused on the merits and encouraged it.

  These shortcomings, she originally planned to wait until she had the opportunity to click again, but she didn't expect Shen Li to talk about it first.

  Shiyang seemed to be a little surprised, the line of sight behind the lens fell on her face, with a somewhat vague look.

  Shen Li gently shook his head.

  "Research can't be said. It's just that I have seen more traditional Chinese paintings recently. In addition-this one is painted camellia."

  Speaking of this, her red lips bend slightly, and she whispers softly,

  "This is my mother's favorite flower."

  Shiyang's hand hanging on his side unconsciously tightened.

  Li Zhi of course knew that Shen Li was talking about Gu Tingyin.

   After all, Gu Tingyin was also a teacher at the beginning, and he was extremely talented, and he has already emerged at a young age.

  If it weren't for later...now it must be a master of traditional Chinese painting.

  She also knows Shen Li's life experience. At this time, when she took the initiative to mention it, she felt emotion and pity in her heart.

"Yes?"

  Chen Li raised her eyes, her jet-black peach eyes curved beautifully.

   "Yes. My mother's graduation work at Xijing Academy of Fine Arts that year is camellia."

   "Oh? So, your mother really likes camellia."

   "Hmm." Shen Li lightly tapped his jaw, "When she and her father got married, they planted a camellia tree in the courtyard of Bocheng together."

  Li Zhi could not help but sigh slightly when he heard this:

   "No wonder you know so much about camellia... Your father and mother must have a very good relationship."

  Hearing this, Shen Li was quiet for a moment, then smiled and nodded, with a pure and serious expression.

"Yes, everyone says that. My father often buys camellia home now, and there are still many paintings left by my mother at home. In addition to traditional Chinese paintings, she actually likes to draw comics. She can be seen everywhere in my father's collection of books. Brushstrokes."

  She seemed to think of something funny, her lips curled up with a playful arc.

   "In fact, she bought those books, but most of them don't understand them well, and in the end they all gave them to Dad."

  The little thought of the girl is hidden in those books, but it is already so obvious without opening.

  I can’t hide that share, almost overflowing likes, the whole world knows it.

  Li Zhi was envious and sad.

   Although she is not familiar with Shen Zhijin and Gu Tingyin, anyone who hears these things can't help but be moved.

  She said:

   "Then your mother must be very happy when she marries him."

  Shen Li nodded gently.

   "Yes, she likes him so much after all."

  After she finished speaking, she looked at Shi Yang, and saw him lowering his eyes slightly, seeming to be in a trance.

   "Teacher Shi Yang?"

  She yelled.

Shiyang reacted for a moment before raising his eyes and looking over.

  Shen Li apologized slightly:

"Excuse me, I seem to have talked too much about the family. In addition, the evaluation of this painting is actually just my personal opinion. When it comes to Chinese painting, you and Teacher Li are more professional. I am really a bit tricky. Please don't mind."

  Her tone is extremely sincere.

  Shiyang looked at her quietly.

  When she laughed, she was still very similar to her, but it was this eyebrow--he always didn't like it when she saw it.

"how come."

  He heard his calm and gentle voice sound,

"well said."

  (End of this chapter)