A green color begins to spread out in the upper left corner of the drawing paper, and a corner of the mountain forest has appeared on the paper.

There is nothing surprising about the green mountains and forests. What is surprising lies in the painting techniques and the use of colors!

I can see that the green is supplemented by ink, and the color depth is extremely well controlled. What is painted is the color of the deep and quiet mountains and forests.

As the girl dipped her pen in ink and landed on the paper, it was as if a pair of giant hands were slowly unfolding the mountain forest, presenting it to everyone's eyes bit by bit.

In this mountain forest, there are towering ancient trees with vigorous and majestic branches, tall and straight green pines, and wattle bushes growing wildly and intertwined.

And as the mountain and forest scenery that occupies half of the painting paper gradually becomes complete, it adds a sense of simplicity to the deep silence.

Simple...

Qiao Jijiu, who was fascinated by what he saw, was shocked when these two words appeared in his mind.

According to him, this so-called simple artistic conception has always been the most difficult to paint...

Representing this artistic conception requires not only painting skills, but also the person who paints needs to have a settled mind, and more importantly, he needs to integrate this mind into the brush, first turning nothing into something, and then turning something into nothing... Although it sounds confusing to talk about it, but it is indeed

Such a meaning!

At the fence on the third floor, the crowd was already noisy.

"I really didn't expect that... Miss Chang's painter would be so good..."

"It's extraordinary to only see half of this mountain forest..."

Seeing Qiao Yang dazed for a long time, the conversation upstairs gradually became noisy, and Yao Yi couldn't help but stepped forward.

But after just one glance, I was stunned.

He suppressed the sudden ups and downs in his heart and turned to look at Qiao Jijiu. He felt it was unbelievable - as a teacher, he said he didn't know such excellent painting skills? How on earth could he hide this!

Perhaps due to drinking, Qiao Jijiu felt a little dazed at this moment. He glanced at the girl who was still painting, then grabbed Chang Sui'an's arm and pulled her aside.

news.

"...Who did Sui Ning learn painting from in recent years?" Qiao Jijiu stared at Chang Sui'an closely, lowered his voice and asked: "Who did she ask to be her husband?"

Chang Sui'an was puzzled for a moment: "My sister has never had a husband in recent years."

My sister used to be too quiet. The two gentlemen who invited her left the house when she was thirteen years old. After that, my sister liked to study alone.

"Then why is there such a big improvement?" Qiao Jijiu couldn't hide his surprise.

Although he said he didn't know how the child's painting skills were, that was because he didn't know how he was doing in recent years, but he was the third father after all, so he couldn't possibly know anything about the child - this child was his

As I grew up, although I liked poetry, calligraphy and painting, I couldn't say that I was outstanding.

As he got older, he saw that the child liked to be quiet and only enjoyed poetry, calligraphy and painting for his own pleasure, so he did not interfere too much.

But who knew what he saw today would surprise him!

Comparing before and after, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has opened up spiritual wisdom!

On the other hand, Sui'an is calm. He must know the reason for Sui Ning's rapid progress in calligraphy and painting——

Qiao Jijiu waited for Chang Sui'an's answer for a moment.

"Uncle Qiao said that Ning Ning paints very well?" Chang Sui An said in a tone of "Isn't this normal?" "But isn't Ning Ning a genius? As early as when Ning Ning painted her first painting when she was young,

, I told Dad and Uncle Qiao about this."

Qiao Jijiu: "..."

The kind of genius in his eyes is completely different from the kind of genius that is only visible to him because his sister blinded him!

Obviously there was nothing he could ask, so Qiao Jijiu quickly returned to the desk.

During the time he left, the girl writing had already added "living things" to the paper - several apes climbing or squatting on the big trees.

The color the girl used to draw the monkeys was more brown and less ink, depicting clever, naughty and wild monkeys.

No matter where they are or what posture they are in, their eyes are all looking at the same place at this moment - it is still blank, and they don't know what will be painted on it.

Then, the girl changed her pen and picked up the one used for dipping green ink.

She traced a clump of twigs and green leaves where the monkeys were watching.

When the branches and leaves are formed, change the pen and dip it in red ink, and round red beans will appear under the pen.

Yao Xia and others were slightly surprised.

There was also a burst of discussion on the third floor above.

Someone on the second floor glanced up and said dissatisfiedly: "These people, what are you yelling about? They are only disturbing the little girl's painting!"

"That's right..."

I really can't stand the fuss made by these people on the third floor...because they can't see the people on the second floor!

Although the reaction of those on the third floor has already aroused curiosity, but it’s hard for so many people to come forward, right?

But fortunately, they secretly recommended someone with a thick skin - the word "recommendation" mainly lies in the word "push".

The young scholar who was pushed out shamelessly came to the desk and looked at it, and couldn't help but stare.

It wasn't until he could no longer bear the sight of those young ladies chasing people away that he turned back to the crowd.

"How?" everyone asked.

The scholar nodded: "Excellent..."

"What's so good about it?"

The scholar seemed to have come back to his senses: "I also drew the red bean!"

Did you also draw red beans?

I had previously guessed that it would be a large-scale ink painting, and I thought I would avoid color ink - but who knew that what I painted was a large-scale color ink painting.

Previously, I guessed that I wanted to paint a large landscape and avoid the small scene of red beans... but now I also painted red beans?

"But it's not just this..." The scholar did not dare to speak loudly but could not hide his surprise: "This red bean is not that red bean. Although they are both red beans, the artistic conception is completely different!"

Everyone felt even more itchy after hearing this: "Speak more clearly..."

"It's impossible to explain!"

The red bean used to depict red beans was mixed with dark colors by Chang Sui Ning.

At this moment, the red beans of different sizes in her painting are still bright and shiny, but the color is darker, which is more in line with the entire deep mountain forest.

The scene in the painting is extremely quiet, but the scene in the building gradually becomes noisy.

Listening to more and more amazing compliments from the third floor, Mrs. Duan finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward.

Wei Miaoqing hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The scholar who was pushed out before felt that everything in front of him was the scene in the painting. Unable to bear it, he stepped forward again.

As long as he loses his face, the eyes of those little ladies will not be able to drive him away!

At this time, Wei Shuyi finally stood up from the mat, straightened his clothes and sleeves, and walked forward.

He slowly came to the left side of Chang Suining's desk and lowered his eyes to look at the half-finished painting. The smile on his face gradually faded. The scene in the painting seemed to have entered his eyes, dyeing his eyes deeply.

How much.

Wei Shilang, the Minister of Dongtai, is known to everyone as a man of good words, and he can speak both alive and dead.

But at this time, his praise was even calm.

Or it can no longer be called praise.

For him, praise mostly comes from top to bottom.

He looked quietly at the hand that splashed ink on the paper.

She bent slightly and put her pen on the paper, sometimes swiping her brush and sometimes changing her pen to outline it carefully. She was very focused on this painting, but she did not hesitate every time she started writing, but every stroke was precise and precise.

They all landed firmly where they should appear.

This requires extremely impressive painting skills.

Just like a seemingly simple line, it is not easy to draw it accurately until you start writing.

At this moment, Wei Shuyi's eyes were extremely calm, like a deep mountain in a painting.

However, it is different inside. Just like the mountain water stream she is describing, the sound of rapids echoes.

He is a genius recognized by the world. He became famous when he was young and became an official at a young age. He may have experienced too many things too early. Even though he is gentle and easy-going on the outside, he is critical and arrogant in his heart. It is even difficult to look at anything with a true appreciation.

There are very few people and things that can make him feel fresh.

So when Hezhou first met her, he was curious and curious about her because she felt new to her.

To put it inappropriately, it's as if a bored cat finally bumped into a bold little mouse to relieve its boredom.

Wei Shuyi quietly looked at the wrist holding the pen.

But she was no little mouse - he knew that the first time he saw his own self-righteousness in her eyes.

But now, it's different again.
To be continued...