Song Douding rubbed his head, "Yes, Master said, it doesn't matter what we draw, as long as we like it, we can draw whatever we want!"

  The old gentleman turned to Zhou and said to himself, "Who is the wife the little kid talks about?"

  "It's me, my surname is Zhou, I'll tell you my name." Zhou said to himself and bowed with his hands, "May I ask the old gentleman what your surname is?"

  "No big name, Wen Laosan." The old gentleman waved his hand, accepted the candied haws, and prepared to pay the money.

  Although he accepted the money, Zhou Ziyan still couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Wen, why did you choose this painting?"

  "Although the brushwork is immature, it is more spiritual than anything else. Happy paintings are more meaningful than any other paintings!" Wen Laosan said and picked out a few more calligraphy and paintings, all of which were made by children.

  One of Zhou Ziyan's calligraphy and paintings was not selected.

  Zhou Ziyan did not expect that he could not compare with the children now.

  Fortunately, Wen Laosan's friends were not as maverick as Wen Laosan. They fell in love with the calligraphy and painting of Zhou Ziyan and Liao Weian as soon as they arrived.

  One of them stared at Zhou Ziyan's calligraphy and painting, which seemed familiar to him, "This trend, this coloring, how come it looks so like that of an adult..."

  "Did you see it too? Is it that Master You?" Another person bumped his shoulder and said, "I felt familiar at first sight, but I didn't dare to say."

  "Maybe it's an imitation. Mr. You is still in Qingjing Province. How could he appear in this small town?"

  The others shook their heads, each chose their favorite piece, and kept their money.

  When Song Weifeng heard these words, he whispered: "Brother Zhou, look, it's not just me...Brother Zhou, have you ever imitated Lord You's style?"

  "Yes... yes, Mr. You's paintings are more unique and easy to sell for money." Zhou said to himself that a cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.

  When I was doing calligraphy and painting, I forgot about handwriting and painting style. What a careless thing!

  Song Weifeng nodded, quite proudly, "That's right, Master You's paintings are the best in form and spirit I have ever seen. I have imitated them several times, but I couldn't get the point at all. There is no one in the world who is as talented as Master You." I'm afraid there won't be another one."

  "Then I didn't imitate it? Does it count as the second one?" Zhou asked himself.

  Song Weifeng pondered for a moment, "Brother Zhou, no matter what you do, Wei Feng will support you, but no matter how much you imitate, it is still an imitation, not who you are."

  Zhou said to himself: "..."

  After all, it's not me...ah!

  However, when Master You was mentioned, Zhou Ziyan couldn't help but feel itchy, and asked Song Weifeng in a low voice, "Weifeng, have you seen many of Master You's paintings?"

  Why doesn't he remember any serious paintings he has done...

  "Not many." Song Weifeng admitted honestly, "Master You's calligraphy treasures are all far away in Qingjing Province, and only a few small portraits have spread to us. I like the small portrait of Immortal Jade Ruyi the most, it is really lifelike. "

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