Yan Wenzi has two tricks in this regard. He has one skill, which is to adjust the color and paint the color with the other. When his hands are put together, he will be a production line.

After finishing the color, Yan Wenzi nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Get out of the way."

Ao Muyang went aside, and he carefully moved out the newspaper that was originally placed above the foam below the fish body little by little, so that the whole fish was placed on the table.

Looking at the big fish with a brighter color, Yan Wenzi solemnly stretched out his hand and said, "Rice Paper."

Ao Muyang felt that he had become a eunuch, so he rolled his eyes helplessly, pulled a piece of rice paper from it and handed it to him.

After Yan Wenzi took the rice paper, he took a deep breath, held his breath and covered the rice paper on the fish, then pressed his hands on it like massage the fish and pressed down with even hand force.

This is a skill. His palms and fingers have different strengths, and finally they completely fit the fish body and rice paper.

Later he stretched out his hand and said, "Palm pen."

Now Lao Ao caught him blindly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Wenzi emphasized, "Palm pen."

Yan Xiaotu used her complete hand to pull out a brush from the pen holder and hand it to him. He took it in his hand like a monk knocking on a wooden fish, and knocked on rice paper.

The process was very delicate and lasted for more than forty minutes. Ao Muyang was not interested in watching it and gradually began to yawn.

He felt that this was a bit impolite, so he looked at Ao Mupeng, who was already asleep while lying on the chair...

Yan Wenzi is an artist, but she is not particularly obsessed with art. He knew that the work he did was very boring for others, so he deliberately tilted his head and explained: "This is a stage that has to be carried out. Using this small pen to hit the rice paper closer to the fish body, and make the paint on the fish body printed on the rice paper as it is..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that he needed to say nothing. There were three people in total. Heilong lie on the table and sleep, Ao Mupeng lying on the chair and Ao Muyang seemed to sleep.

Yan Wenzi smiled and focused on his own operations. After knocking, he cut off the fins on the fish belly, brushed them with color and printed them to the corresponding position on the rubbing.

After doing these tasks, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, it's almost done."

Ao Muyang opened his eyes in a daze and asked, "Ah, it's over?"

Rice paper was spread flat on a table next to it, with an image of a sea bass on it, with a slightly concave and distinct color. It was already dawn, and the sun jumped out of the ground. Under the light, the rice paper was blown by the wind, and the fish on it seemed to be shaking their heads and waving their tails to life.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang took a deep breath: "Oh, this is really realistic."

Yan Wenzi said happily: "It's not OK, I have to deal with it again."

Ao Muyang's face turned pale: "This is not over yet?"

Yan Wenzi said: "Look, is there something missing?"

Ao Muyang glanced at it and saw that the fish had its head and fins were all there, and there was nothing missing from the fish except parasites.

Yan Xiaotu smiled and said, "Put the finishing touch."

Ao Muyang suddenly patted his forehead. He didn't notice that the sea bass actually had no eyes.

Yan Wenzi changed his brush and used the pen to draw the bass' eyes bit by bit.

At this point, this fish stroke was completely completed.

Ao Muyang looked at the time and it was more than two hours since they started construction.

The bass on rice paper has realistic colors, and the scales and fins are clearly visible. The fish eyes are particularly vivid and are indeed a good work of art.

Yan Wenzi raised the rice paper and admired it, his face full of expressions of pride for himself.

Ao Mupeng was still sleeping soundly, Ao Muyang kicked him, then he jumped up and asked, "Chief of Staff, where have you been hit?"

"What?" Ao Muyang asked.

Ao Mupeng reacted, and rubbed his eyes and said with a whisper: "Nothing, nothing."

Yan Xiaotu couldn't help laughing and joked: "Brother Peng dreamed of fighting, right?"

Ao Mupeng said awkwardly: "Ahem, indeed, I accidentally fell asleep and dreamed of fighting the Japanese."

Ao Muyang said, "Don't fight the Japanese first, come and enjoy Master Yan's masterpiece."

The two of them came over and praised him for a while. Ao Muyang said, "It's both fake and real."

Ao Mupeng said: "It seems like he is alive."

Ao Muyang said again: "I don't hear the sound of waves, but I can see fish swimming in the water."

Ao Muyang said again: "Damn it so awesome."

Listening to the two of them boasting, Yan Wenzi smiled comfortably and said, "It's not bad, this fish is good, and it's still the head, the second and tail are not enough."

Ao Mupeng asked blankly: "What is the head, second, and last?"

Yan Xiaotu smiled and answered: "Generally speaking, a fish can only make three fish strokes, called the head, the second, and the tail."

Yan Wenzi nodded and continued to admire the painting. Ao Muyang said, "Teacher Yan, let's look back. It's dawn now, and you should be hungry all night. Why don't we have breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry, let's eat later." Yan Wenzi looked again.

Ao Muyang muttered in his heart that this artist is narcissistic enough.

As a result, after reading for a while, Yan Wenzi solemnly picked up the brush and wrote some words on it. His brush calligraphy was also extraordinary, and he wrote about dragons and phoenixes. Ao Muyang didn't recognize what he was writing.

After writing the words, Yan Wenzi handed him the rice paper and said, "Mr. Ao, thank you for your help this time. I did not bring a gift in a hurry. I gave this work to you without bringing a gift. I hope I don't dislike you."

Ao Muyang said in surprise: "Give it to me? No, no, that's not OK. A gentleman will not win the favor of others. This is a masterpiece that Teacher Yan has finally created. You should take it back for the audience to appreciate it. How can you give it to me?"

Yan Wenzi smiled and said, "Don't be polite, Mr. Ao, please accept it. If you hadn't helped you tonight, how could I have the opportunity to create?"

Yan Xiaotu also advised: "Mr. Ao, please accept it. My father can do the second and last pages. You can quickly accept it and let him continue to create."

Speaking of this, Ao Muyang had to accept it. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's really inappropriate for me to accept it. You said I am a fisherman, so how can I appreciate it? Isn't this work given to me? Isn't it a secret pearl?"

Yan Wenzi said: "If you can say these words, it means that what I give is worth it. Besides, this fish stroke was created because it was impossible to measure the length of the fish without a ruler. It was originally a signboard of a fish shop, and later it gradually became an artistic expression. Since ancient times, fish strokes have been either sunny and snowy, but they are just people with a ripples, so it is the most suitable to give them to you."

This is a nice saying, Ao Muyang clasped his fists and said, "Then I'm not polite, thank you for the paintings from Teacher Yan."

Ao Mupeng secretly pulled him and whispered: "Is he an insult to people with strengths? What did he say just now? He said this is a man from a low-key person?"

Ao Muyang sighed: "When you go back and read more books, no matter what era you have, you must be educated."

Ao Mupeng smiled and said, "You are talking nonsense, it's not the case during the buzzing period."

Ao Muyang also smiled and said, "The iron ship on the beach is under construction, and there is still a shortage of arguments. I think you are a good player, why don't you go there?"
Chapter completed!