Jian Sheng lifted her small face high, resembling a proud swan.
She hummed, "You're sure you can write better than me?"
When it came to painting, she had only seen many works and merely appreciated them, never bothering to learn.
But using a brush, something she had held for hundreds of years, even if she hadn't practiced deliberately, she wouldn't be far off.
Xiao Yufeng was dumbfounded.
The words he had spoken minutes ago felt like invisible slaps against his face.
—Did they not cut the scene just now? Is this a live broadcast, not edited footage? This isn't magic, is it?
—I don't believe it! This is fake! It's all fake! How can the handwriting of such a tiny child be so beautiful!
—Pfft, this is hilarious. Little Yu is so stunned he's gone silent, hahahaha, then cried.
—I've been writing for so many years, copying homework as punishment for so many years, and my handwriting isn't as good as a little girl's. I can't take it, brothers, sob sob sob.
—I just dragged my son out and gave him a good beating. Brothers, did I do the right thing?
—I just showed the live broadcast to my son. He said it's staged and not to believe rumors.
Xiao Yufeng picked up the paper and examined it closely under the sun.
"This really isn't written with special ink beforehand, and then you just strike a pose and the words magically appear, right?"
Jian Sheng: "..."
"If you don't believe me, give the paper back!"
The little girl placed her hands on her hips, pouting, a look of displeasure on her face.
Xiao Yufeng quickly apologized, "My mistake, I shouldn't have doubted you. Let's get ready to prepare the paintings we're going to sell."
The little girl turned her face away, snorted, and then picked up a small saucer.
"Help me scoop some water from the fountain over there."
"Got it."
Xiao Yufeng grabbed the saucer and nimbly ran off to fetch water.
Viewers watching the live stream, Xiao Yufeng's fans, said curiously:
—Why does Little Yu seem so strange today? He's being way too nice to Jian Sheng.
—Maybe because Sheng Sheng is so young, he's unconsciously taking care of her? After all, if I were with such a cute little girl, I'd make her the stars in the sky if she asked.
—It's not that kind of pampering, it's just… a feeling I can't quite describe. Little Yu is usually very proud and wouldn't bother with such things.
—Are you guys watching upstairs really Xiao Yufeng's fans? Is it okay to blacken your idol like this as a fan?
—Who let us like an idol who is so proud, silly, and naive? If the idol is disappointing, we fans have to clean up his mess.
—Amazing, Fish fans have opened up a new world of fan chasing.
—Could it be that Xiao Yufeng already knows Jian Sheng? I noticed his gaze wasn't right from the beginning when he looked at the little girl.
—Is there a possibility that Xiao Yufeng is trying to latch onto Jian Sheng because he saw her get out of a Koenigsegg sports car?
—No way? Xiao Yufeng's family seems quite wealthy themselves.
—Let's not say things without evidence, okay? Compared to that, I'd rather see how Sheng Sheng宝贝's paintings turn out and if anyone will buy them.
Finally, someone steered the conversation back to the program's intended effect.
Xiao Yufeng approached with the small saucer of water, "Sheng Sheng, what are you planning to paint?"
Jian Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground, her chin propped in her hand, looking troubled.
"I haven't decided yet. Do you have any suggestions, Brother Xiao?"
After witnessing Jian Sheng's beautiful handwriting, Xiao Yufeng was unsure about the girl's painting skills.
He asked hesitantly, "Can you paint something that would really impress people at first glance?"
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Something easy to paint, at worst we can paint it simply and sell it cheap, winning by volume."
The audience in the live stream also offered suggestions.
—If we're talking about something easy to paint and impressive, landscape paintings should be the top choice, right? In Tang Bohu Dian Qiu Xiang, didn't Tang Bohu finish a painting in a few minutes?
—/Sweat, is it too much to compare a girl under five to Tang Bohu? And that was artistic license, okay?
—I think flower and bird paintings are good. Small and exquisite, they are outstanding and not prone to problems.
The audience argued heatedly in the bullet comments until one comment scrolled by.
—So, why not just sell calligraphy? Isn't that simpler?
Caw.
The bullet comments paused for a moment, and the arguing people also quieted down. https:/
—Holy crap! The person above just enlightened us! Sheng Sheng宝贝's handwriting is so beautiful. If we go for the cheap route, people will definitely buy it! Isn't that easier than painting?
—So, why did Xiao Yufeng think of having Sheng Sheng sell paintings, but not calligraphy? Should we say he's smart or foolish?
—Xiao Yufeng, you blockhead! Stop racking your brain thinking about painting! Just have Sheng Sheng write!
—What's the point of us being anxious here? They can't see us.
Jian Sheng dipped her brush in the ink bottle cap, then dipped it again in the clean water in the saucer.
She made a few test strokes on the Xuan paper spread out on the ground.
After seeing the online doubts, the cameraman learned his lesson. As Jian Sheng began to draw, he zoomed in for a close-up shot.
Yes, including the little girl's chubby hands.
What if they didn't film the whole process, and someone accused the girl of using a hand double?
Then everyone saw a vividly depicted napa cabbage appear on the Xuan paper.
It was the same brush used for writing, dipped in clean water. After diluting the ink on the brush considerably, she used the tip to outline the cabbage leaves and layers, and the side of the brush to paint the leaves.
Then, with varying degrees of darkness, she splashed ink to depict the thick cabbage leaves, and finally, dipping the brush in dark ink again, she drew the cabbage roots.
Under the high-definition camera, everyone clearly saw Jian Sheng's process of painting the napa cabbage.
It was a strange feeling. The cabbage, which should have been green and white, was painted entirely with black ink, yet there was no sense of incongruity.
Instead, it felt lively and spirited, as if she had captured the soul of the cabbage.
However… the cameraman looked at the cabbage on the Xuan paper strangely.
He couldn't help but remind them, "Aren't you selling paintings? You're going to sell this napa cabbage?"
While it was indeed painted vividly and realistically, who would buy a napa cabbage to display at home?