"Wait a minute, I have a trick here, but I put it away. After all, I don't know much about these things. I haven't touched them for a long time." Meng Yi smiled slightly embarrassedly and hurriedly went to the room.

I rummaged through several cabinets.

I don't know how long it had been since Meng Yi had touched a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. It took him a full twenty minutes to find it.

Looking at the brand new set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, He Fan was quite speechless.

It’s been a long time since I’ve touched it. It hasn’t been touched since I bought it!

However, He Fan had no intention of teasing Meng Yi in this regard. Instead, he spread out a piece of good rice paper, then picked up his pen and began to draw on it.

He no longer planned to draw the picture of five donkeys, but instead planned to draw a picture of a tiger ascending the mountain.

After all, it is somewhat inappropriate to give the Five Donkeys Picture to a family like the Xiao family.

And when He Fan was picking up his pen to draw, Meng Yi next to him was watching He Fan's operation intently.

And as He Fan's writing took turns, the look on his face became more and more shocked.

Although he is not proficient in calligraphy and painting, he just can't lift a pen. He can still just watch him.

However, He Fan's current painting skills have exceeded Meng Yi's understanding, so he can't explain the reason except that he is shocked.

After twenty minutes, He Fan put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the first time he has concentrated on painting such a painting after he acquired systematic painting skills, and he is still somewhat uncomfortable.

But despite this, He Fan was still very satisfied when he looked at the picture of a tiger climbing up the mountain that he had drawn.

Lifelike is not an overstatement. The tiger in the painting is so lifelike that it feels like it is about to jump out of the painting at any moment.

"Okay, great painting!"

At this time, Meng Yi also woke up and clapped vigorously.

"Let me go, Xiaofan, you started painting right after you were born. This tiger can be painted so lifelike, comparable to those painting masters." Meng Yi said with a look of amazement.

He grew up in the Meng family since he was a child, and he was surrounded by powerful and famous people. Naturally, he had a lot of exposure to antique calligraphy and painting.

But he was sure that the tiger climbing up the mountain that He Fan painted now would definitely be among the best among the famous paintings he had seen.

This is not an average painting, it is comparable to those of great painters.

"Brother Meng was joking, so I just drew a random picture. How can I compare with those other people." He Fan smiled modestly.

Meng Yi rolled his eyes. He was not blind. It was not like he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

"This painting of yours is more than enough to take to the Xiao family." Meng Yi said with emotion.

If possible, he still wanted He Fan to take away his painting of the Five Donkeys, and then leave the painting of the Tiger on the Mountain with him.

But he also knew that this kind of thing was too dirty.

But it seems that He Fan can be asked to draw another one for him.

At this moment, Meng Yi's eyes lit up and he looked at He Fan with evil intentions.

He Fan's scalp was numb due to Meng Yi's gaze, and he immediately asked: "Brother Meng, don't look at me like that. I feel a little scared."

"hey-hey!"

Meng Yi rubbed his hands maliciously: "Brother, I need your help with something small."

"You can just say whatever you want. If I can help, I won't refuse." He Fan said hurriedly.

"Actually, it's not a big deal for you, so you don't need to be nervous." Meng Yi chuckled and said, "I just want you to help me make a few paintings."

He Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that this was the case.

After all, the way Meng Yi looked at him just now, he thought the other party was going to do something evil.

"What kind of painting do you want?" He Fan asked.

"How about the picture of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix?" Meng Yi chuckled.

He had never seen a picture of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix at an uncle's house before, and it always bothered him.

Now that He Fan's painting ability is so strong, he naturally wants to ask for one to be displayed at home.

Although what He Fan painted was not authentic, in Meng Yi's opinion, the painting skills should be similar.

At most, it's just a time difference.

Meng Yi felt that if He Fan's paintings were placed in the Ming Dynasty, although they might not be as good as Tang Bohu, it would still be okay to be named one of the four great talents.

"A picture of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix?"

He Fan frowned and asked, "Do you want a fake or the real thing?"

"How do you say this?" Meng Yi became interested.

"Is it a fake? Of course I copied one of those famous paintings."

"As for the authentic one, I conceived a picture of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix that has never appeared before." He Fan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yi responded without hesitation: "Then draw it according to your own ideas."

After all, the copy was still a fake, so Meng Yi naturally wanted the real thing.

Although He Fan does not have any reputation in the painting world today, Meng Yi believes that one day, the paintings He Fan creates will definitely be sought after by everyone.

After all, He Fan has another level of identity, and just being the richest man in China can add a lot of points.

Soon He Fan started writing again.

However, the process of this painting of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix is ​​quite complicated, and the time it takes is not comparable to that of the painting of tigers ascending the mountain just now.

For two whole hours, He Fan's hands never stopped.

And during this period!

Meng Yi didn't dare to leave even a step, for fear of missing this wonderful scene.

finally!

After a full two and a half hours, He Fan drew a picture of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix that had never appeared before.

The moment He Fan put down his pen, he sat down on the chair behind him and relaxed his aching fingers.

This life is so tiring!

At this moment, He Fan regretted that he should not have redeemed this painting skill from the system before. This would have almost made him fall down from exhaustion.

But at this moment, Meng Yi couldn't care less about whether He Fan was tired or not. All he could see at this moment was the painting on the table.

He stood in front of this newly created painting of birds facing the phoenix, and said loudly with a red face: "Okay, okay, this is definitely a masterpiece."
Chapter completed!