The road to becoming a god of Chinese scholars

Guqin recording. Yu Juexiu suggested, "This piece is Guqin music." "He only knows Guqin as an instrument, so the style of the music he writes is biased towards Guqin.

"okay, I get it."

"Brother Heng, do you have pens, inks, papers and inkstones here?"

"Yes." Sometimes when Fu Jueheng was upset, he would practice calligraphy to calm his mind.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to practice calligraphy?"

"No, I want to practice painting." Yu Juexiu looked at Fu Jueheng, and suddenly thought of a good idea, "Brother Heng, would you like to be my model?"

"Of course, do you need me to do something?"

"Brother Heng doesn't need it, you can do whatever you want, and you don't need to put on any special poses."

"Okay." Fu Jueheng took out a book from the bookshelf and sat at his desk to read.

Yu Juexiu was sitting at another desk, not in a hurry to paint, but to observe Fu Jueheng carefully first.

Feeling Yu Juexiu's gaze, Fu Jueheng unconsciously tightened his hands holding the book.

After Yu Juexiu observed Fu Jueheng carefully, he began to paint with a brush.To draw a character, the most important thing is to draw the figure's form and spirit.

Seeing Yu Juexiu started painting, Fu Jueheng didn't dare to move easily.

Yu Juexiu looked up at Fu Jueheng from time to time. To be honest, Brother Heng was as beautiful as a painting just sitting there reading a book.

Picturesque, or so.