The key is that the shape is not positioned on the silk surface. Occasionally glance at the dynamics of the characters on the draft, and it is almost flowing without thinking!

Su Munan had hardly seen Wan Changsheng's fine brushwork. She was surprised and quickly held the ink disc carefully to follow him, so as not to move repeatedly on the long scroll. If the ink stains were dripping on the picture, it would be painful.

She herself has no tactile style, but she has obsessive-compulsive disorder on the screen.

Wan Changsheng buried his head in his paintings, his mood became more and more relaxed, and his writing became more and more elegant!

Who said that Wan Changsheng's works are craftsmanship?

That's because he didn't let go.

Maybe during this period, I live under the influence of this top art every day, with all kinds of dancing and singing lingering in Wan Changsheng's mind.

Now I’m writing like a god!

The artists around them almost held their breath and watched the painters they rarely see painters...

The pair of dancers who accidentally sparked on Christmas Eve before actually thrust all over their bodies!

The kind of feeling of meeting a soulmate in the mountains and flowing waters is ready to move.
Chapter completed!