While Mo was not yet Mo was good, Ye Junmei held his cheek with his hands, his eyes gathered, and he looked at the garden of plum blossoms, brewing.

This scene of "Girl Guan Mei" is extremely beautiful.

After a while, Mo Cheng and Ye Junmei also figured out their ideas. They picked up the pen and dipped ink, and drew it on the paper without stopping.

Ye Junsheng knew that she wanted to use cinnabar when painting plum blossoms. Fortunately, she also prepared her body and took it out again and placed it on the stone table.

After doing this, he stood a few steps and stood by the pavilion, waiting for the drawing to be finished before enjoying it.

Zhushan is green and shady, and there is no large-scale industry in this world. The air quality is naturally excellent, and the comfort feeling is very obvious between breathing.

After about one stick of incense, I heard my sister’s cry: “Brother, I’ve painted it.”

This speed is very fast. Of course, if Ye Junsheng goes all out, uses his hands together, and uses his pen like the wind, it will only be faster, but it is hard to say which level is higher and which one is lower.

Ye Junmei's first painting, painting "The White Fox Drinking Water Picture", which surprised Ye Junsheng: Compared with others, it turns out that sometimes the difference in talent can really make people angry.

Now that my sister is painting again, it will naturally not be much worse.

Turning around and looking, it turns out: I saw a tree of plum blossoms coming out among the green bamboo forests, with its trunks blooming, and its flowers blooming beautifully, which is particularly enchanting...

Good painting!

"Brother, this painting is eye-catching? Please help me write a poem."

Poetry and painting have never been separated since ancient times, and have always been the best match, complementing each other to make each other shine.

Ye Junsheng pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay."

He took the pen handed over by his sister.
Chapter completed!