Chapter Eight Painting

  Yan Feng listened and said: "Can you wait for two minutes?"

  "What are you waiting for?"

  "My bodyguard is almost here, following you, I don't feel safe."

  Yao Yao said: "You still have bodyguards? I'd like to see who dares to be your bodyguard."

  After about two or three minutes, the big lion dog ran over to this side and rushed to Yan Feng's leg, barking excitedly. Seeing the all-white big lion dog, Yao Yao's eyes were full of stars, saying: "What a cute little dog!"

  Yan Feng was speechless, this large version of the lion dog, its body size is equivalent to a general large fierce dog, yet this girl can say it's a small dog, women are indeed a kind of mysterious creature.

  Yao Yao, on the other hand, crouched down and tried to pet the large lion dog, but this big lion dog was Yan Feng's spoiled pet. Before Yao Yao could even get close, the lion dog turned its body around and let out two angry barks.

  Yao Yao, a little girl, was suddenly frightened and said discontentedly: "If you don't touch it, just say so. What's the point of calling out? Let's get on the bus!"

  Yan Feng listened and directly got on the car, while the big lion dog actually climbed up by itself, squatting in the position next to Yan Feng's side, its head resting on Yan Feng's thigh, looking very comfortable. Yao Yao saw this and a hint of envy flashed across her eyes, then the car started moving and the two people and one dog set off.

  Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a fine arts school in City C. Yan Feng saw her and a hint of strangeness flashed across his eyes. This Yao Yao, no matter how he looked at her, didn't seem like someone who painted, so why would she come to a place like this?

  Upon seeing Yan Feng's expression, Yao Yao said: "I hate painting the most, but my parents think I'm not feminine enough, so they made me come learn how to paint. Drifting is still the most exciting."

  "What did you say?"

  "Oh, nothing, nothing, you know, I'm actually a direct disciple of Master Zhao An," Yao Yao said hurriedly.

  Yan Feng listened and said: "Who is Zhao An?"

  Although Yang Feng has mastered the skills of living and painting, what he has mastered is only the skill of painting. Perhaps his paintings can be compared to those of contemporary masters, but as for famous painters, Yang Feng only knows one - Da Vinci.

  Yao Yao listened, with a look of disdain, and said: "Zhao An is the disciple of He Xiangning's predecessor and also the founder of this art school. It is said that in terms of Chinese painting, Zhao An's level is only slightly inferior to his master."

  Yan Feng listened and lightly struck back: "Then how many moves are you inferior to Master Zhao An?"

  Yao Yao's face turned pale, but she immediately forced a smile and said: "I'm only slightly inferior to my master, let's go, accompany me to finish today's lesson, and then we'll get to the main topic."

  Yan Feng listened and said: "What is the main topic after all?"

  "You'll know when the time comes." Yao Yao said again.

  The two of them immediately entered the art school, where almost all the students were young and beautiful women. Yan Feng entered this school with a feeling of being surrounded by a sea of flowers, but what attracted everyone's attention was not that he was one of the few male students in the academy, nor was it Yao Yao, who was a beauty among beauties.

  But it was a large male lion dog, one size larger than Yang Fan's. Such a big and beautiful lion dog is rarely seen, and most girls who see it want to tease it. However, the big lion dog's loyalty to Yang Fan is not in doubt. No matter how these girls beckon, it doesn't pay attention at all, following Yang Fan's footsteps, which makes Yang Fan very proud.

  Yao Yao became even more envious, why didn't she have such a well-behaved dog? Finally arrived at the painting studio where Yao Yao was, four girls were already painting there. Yao Yao came in, and the four of them didn't even lift their heads or say a word, all seriously painting. On the blackboard in the painting studio, the words "Portrait of Friends" were written.

  I suppose this is the lesson left by Master Zhao An. Feeling the atmosphere, Yan Feng also made a silent gesture towards the big lion dog, and suddenly, the big lion dog lay quietly there, without making any sound. Yao Yao saw this scene and liked the big lion dog even more, pitifully saying in a low voice: "Can I buy it from you?"

  Yan Feng listened and directly said: "No room for discussion!"

  Yao Yao listened and reluctantly sat down, saying: "Today's topic is a portrait of a friend, it just so happens that I brought you here, so let me paint you."

  Yan Feng heard Yao Yao's words and felt a slight warmth in his heart. This young lady actually considered herself as friends with him, not easy!

  However, when he saw Yao Yao writing, he immediately got angry, lowered his voice and said: "My hair is not that long?"

  Miss Yao looked at Yan Feng strangely and said, "Did I say I wanted to paint you?"

  "Aren't you the one who said brought a friend? Not me..."

  Yao Yao tilted her brush and pointed at the large lion dog, saying: "Please don't overthink it, okay? I'm talking about him."

  Yan Feng's face turned bright red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Yao Yao, on the other hand, just smiled and continued painting the big lion dog. Yao Yao's painting skills were still quite good, after all, she was from a famous school, and the object she chose also determined the quality of the painting to some extent.

  The big lion dog is so beautiful, and with good painting skills, Yao Yao's paintings are still quite nice to look at. In terms of resemblance, there is no problem at all. If an ordinary painter can achieve this, it would be great. If they can take it a step further and achieve a likeness that captures the spirit, then they can be considered half a painter. The shape and spirit are both present, and the meaning is conveyed through the painting.

  Painting mountains and rivers makes people feel as if they have heard the sound of waves and experienced the majesty of great mountains.

  The flowers, trees, birds and insects are vividly depicted, as if one can smell the fragrance of the flowers and hear the songs of the birds. This level of skill is enough to be called a painter.

  Of course, due to the differences in the objects being painted and the feelings they evoke, painters also have their own strengths and weaknesses. Yanfeng has mastered painting techniques and can be considered one of the best among them. In terms of painting, it can be said that he is well-versed in both Eastern and Western styles, having fully grasped dozens of techniques from various schools such as Impressionism, Abstract art, Venetian school, as well as ancient, medieval, modern, and contemporary styles.

  Of course, Yan Feng himself was not aware of this point. He only knew that if he wanted to draw a large lion dog, there were dozens of painting methods and means of expression, and each method was stronger than Yao Yao's by hundreds of times - whether it was ordinary people appreciating or professional evaluation.

  Naturally, Yao Yao's painting became insignificant in Yan Feng's eyes, just like Lu Ban seeing someone playing with an axe in front of his own door. Looking at Yao Yao's painting, Yan Feng couldn't help but reveal a hint of disdain in his eyes, and then he glanced at the works of the other three people again.