Chang'an is good

Chapter 116 Tiger

A turquoise color began to spread in the upper left corner of the drawing paper, and a corner of the mountain forest was already on the paper.

There is nothing surprising about the green mountains and forests. What is surprising lies in the painting skills and the use of colors!
I saw that the green is supplemented by ink, and the color depth is very well grasped. What is painted is the color of the deep and quiet mountain forest.

As the girl dipped the ink in the pen and dropped it on the drawing paper one after another, it was as if a pair of giant hands were slowly unfolding the mountain forest, presenting it to everyone bit by bit.

In this mountain forest, there are towering ancient trees with twisting branches, tall and straight green pines, and thorn bushes growing wildly and interlaced.

And as the mountain and forest scene, which occupies the upper half of the painting paper, gradually completes, it adds a sense of simplicity to the deep silence.

Quaint...

Qiao Jijiu, who can see the gods, 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 draw...

Presenting this artistic conception not only requires a painter, but also a painter who needs to have a settled mind, and more importantly, he needs to integrate this mind into his pen, first turning nothing into something, and then turning something into nothing... Although it seems to be a mouthful, but it is indeed What a meaning!
At the fence on the third floor, the voices of the crowd became noisy.

More and more people gathered around.

With one hand behind his back, he is tall and straight.

However, her heart is just different, like the sound of torrents echoing in the mountains and rivers she is depicting.

"I really didn't expect...that Miss Chang is such a good painter..."

The idea of ​​the literati is very simple-Wei Shilang starts first, and the law does not blame everyone!
They tried to be as quiet as possible, poking their heads to look at the drawing paper on the desk.

Also drew red beans?
Previously guessed that it was a huge ink painting, I thought to avoid colored ink—but who knew that it was a huge colored ink painting.

At this moment, the girl put down her pen and moved her wrist.

She drew such a picture, even half a picture... There is no need for anyone to identify and prove for her.

For him, praise mostly comes from top to bottom.

But what is surprising is that the girl in the girl's painting is just a back standing still, the outline is extremely simple, and she is wearing black clothes, no other colors are seen.

But her plan seems to be more than that.

She also drew the outline of the girl, between the clump of red beans and the mountain stream.

Wei Shuyi quietly looked at the wrist holding the pen.

So, is he still guarding the Dengtai Tower for Chang Suining?
If this guess is true, she really wants to ask why.

"That's right..."

Mrs. Xie looked at the girl drinking tea, and couldn't help feeling a layer of impatience called incomprehension.

Or it can no longer be called a compliment.

During the time he left, the girl writing the pen had already added "living creatures" to the paper—a few apes climbing or squatting on the big trees.

The Zhu Moli used to describe the red beans was mixed with some dark colors by Chang Suining.

She still understands the other party's behavior style, it is absolutely impossible to just take out a fake painting and invite her to come here rashly!
"Ma'am... want to take a look?" the maid asked in a low voice.

Wei Shilang, the servant of Dongtai, is well-known as a man of good words, and even the dead can be said to live.

For as long as Chang Suining has been painting, he has stood like this for a long time, just watching and observing from a distance, without going forward.

"... Who did Suining learn painting from in recent years?" Qiao Jijiu stared closely at Chang Suian, lowered his voice and asked, "Who did you invite to be her husband?"

So when Hezhou first met her, he was curious about her because he found it new.

"What's the rush?" Mrs. Xie suppressed her impatience and said calmly, "Just wait until she finishes painting."

To put it inappropriately, it seems that the bored cat finally bumped into a brave little mouse to amuse himself.

He suppressed the sudden ups and downs in his heart, turned his head to look at Qiao Jijiu, and felt unbelievable - such an excellent painting skill, he, as a teacher, can't tell?How on earth can this be hidden!

He walked slowly to the left side of Chang Sui Ning's book case, looked down at the half-finished painting, the smile on his face gradually faded, and the scene in the painting seemed to enter his eyes, dyeing his eyes deeply dash.

Hearing more and more amazing praises from the third floor, Duan finally couldn't hold back and walked forward.

Chang Suian was puzzled for a moment: "In recent years, my sister has never had a husband."

There is a lot of blank space in this painting, if it is painted properly, it is probably the most eye-catching part of the whole painting.

Qiao Jijiu waited for Chang Suian's answer without a moment's notice.

It wasn't until he couldn't bear the eyes of those little ladies who chased people away that he returned to the crowd.

He believes that she has the power to prove herself today because he happened to know that she is good at two kinds of handwriting, and it is usually difficult to see the clues - the same is true for calligraphy and painting, so even if the picture of a girl with red beans is really hers, she wants to draw it It should not be difficult to come up with a seemingly completely different painting.

Wei Miaoqing hesitated for a moment, then followed quickly.

Although he said that he didn't know how the child's painter was, it was because he didn't know how it was in recent years, but he was the third father after all, so it was impossible for him to know nothing about the child-this child was his Watching him grow up, although he likes poetry, calligraphy and painting when he urinates, he can't be called outstanding.

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

I really can't understand the fuss and fuss of these people on the third floor... because they can't see it on the second floor!
Although the reaction of those people on the third floor has long been aroused by curiosity, but it's not good for so many people to come forward, right?
But fortunately, they secretly recommended a thick-skinned person-the word "recommended" mainly lies in the word "push".

Although there are so many scribes here, it is not easy to deceive everyone, but since she is so calm, she must be sure.

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

But now, it's different.

"How?" Everyone asked.

Yao Xia and the others were slightly surprised.

Someone on the second floor glanced up and said dissatisfiedly: "These people, what are you arguing about, all you want to do is disturb the little girl's painting!"

Joe Jijiu: "..."

Immediately, a literati replaced Chang Suining and replied: "It's not finished, it's obviously finished!"

Said, waved the old servant away: "Don't delay my sleep."

The scholar who was pushed out earlier felt that his eyes were all in the middle of the painting, and he stepped forward again under the impatience.

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

But who knows that what he saw today surprised him!
Comparing before and after, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has developed spiritual wisdom!
On the other hand, Sui An is calm, and he must know the reason why Sui Ning's knowledge of calligraphy and painting has improved by leaps and bounds——

My sister used to be too quiet. The two gentlemen who were invited before left the house when my sister was 13 years old. After that, my sister liked to study alone.

But she wasn't a little mouse—he knew it the first time he saw his own self-righteousness in her eyes.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze..." Yao Xia was busy maintaining order, secretly annoyed that although Wei Shilang was extremely beautiful, he was not a good example, seeing him coming, those people followed him!

As for what he saw now, it was something he had never imagined.

Obviously there was nothing to ask, so Qiao Jijiu simply walked back to the desk.

"Where's the good?"

So far, half an hour has passed since Chang Suining started painting.

If it wasn't for someone downstairs guarding him and not allowing him to leave, even if he walked forcibly, he would probably attract followers who have no sense of boundaries, and he would have gone back long ago!

But everyone's attention is more focused on the blank space in the center of the painting.

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

Why is this?

Regardless of whether this little girl can prove her innocence, he is not willing to watch such bad things!

"It's hard to tell!"

And no matter where they are or what posture they are in, their eyes are all looking at the same place at the moment—there is still blank, and it is unknown what will be painted on it.

He quietly looked at the hand splashing ink on the paper.

Then asked: "Is there any tea?"

"Uncle Qiao said that Ning Ning painted very well?" Chang Sui An said in a tone of "isn't this normal?" , I will tell Dad and Uncle Qiao about it."

How amazing is it?
How could the person who drew the picture of a young girl's lovesickness have the ability to draw something amazing?
As for the painting that the man surnamed Zhou brought was fake?
There is no such possibility...

No matter the girl's hand holding the teacup or the hand she raised in front of her face, they were all stained with colorful ink, with various colors, brilliant and colorful under the light of the building.

Just like a seemingly simple line, if you want to draw it accurately, you will know that it is not easy until you write the pen.

When he got older, he saw that the child was happy and quiet, and he only treated poetry, calligraphy and painting for his own pleasure, so he didn't interfere too much.

This is a color ink painting, the painter is very good at using color, but he is stingy to add a little bit of bright color to the girl in the painting.

This requires great painting skills to support.

However, I guessed before 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 didn't dare to raise his voice but couldn't hide his astonishment: "This red bean is not that red bean, although they are all red beans, but the artistic conception is completely different!"

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

Although Mrs. Chang probably doesn't need to prove herself any more, but there is always a beginning and an end to everything!
Seeing that the girl returned to her casual look as soon as she put down her pen, everyone was inexplicably worried that she would just put down her pen and refuse to finish - this hole has been dug, and it needs to be filled in!
With this worry in mind, many people looked at Qiao Jijiu—a teacher should take care of it!
Fortunately, when the girl took the teacup from the servant, she looked at the blank space and said, "I haven't finished the painting yet."

"Teacher, Tutor... You should go and have a look soon." The old servant beside Taifu Chu came back from the crowd, shaking the old matriarch who was dozing by the side table.

But just glanced at it, and immediately froze.

He is recognized as a genius by the world. He became famous when he was young, and he became an official when he was young, or he has understood too many things because of his premature experience. There are very few people and things that can make him feel fresh.

That may no longer be called drawing paper.

The scholar nodded: "Excellent..."

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

At this time, the final outline of the girl's pen has begun to take shape.

Everyone was curious about what the girl would paint here as the central scene of the painting——

The young scholar who was pushed out had the cheek to lean over to the desk for a look, and couldn't help but stare.

The scene in the painting is extremely quiet, but the scene in the building is becoming increasingly noisy.

Taifu Chu raised his eyelids halfway, and said displeasedly: "The little girl is forced to prove her own reputation... What is there to see in such vulgar things."

Then, the girl changed the pen and picked up the one used to dip in the green ink.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Chang Sui Ning has already started to write again.

She bent slightly, moved the pen on the paper, sometimes splashed it, and sometimes changed the pen to outline it carefully. She gave this painting very focused, but every time she put the pen down without hesitation, but the pen was accurate, every stroke They all landed firmly where it should appear most.

She looked at Cui Jing from time to time.

It was only then that Xi'er dared to go forward to wipe the sweat of her girl, and asked, "Has the girl finished painting? The servant girl will beat your shoulders when the painting is done!"

Everyone felt even more itchy: "Speak more clearly..."

But at this time, his praise was even quiet.

She saw the changes in the atmosphere in the building with her eyes, and she also listened to the amazing voices of praise one after another.

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

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

He may not be curious about Chang Suining's paintings, but Ming Luo thinks that the biggest possibility is that he needs to look around outside the crowd to prevent changes.

Ming Luo still sat where he was, looking at the crowd getting closer and closer.

She raised her head and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

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

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

Seeing that Qiao Yang was in a daze for a long time, and the discussion upstairs gradually became noisy, Yao Yi couldn't help but also walked forward.

The servant girl answered "Yes", thinking quickly in her heart, she didn't know what to think of, and soon calmed down.

But he only thought that her grasp was to widen the gap in the details and artistic conception, or that the painting was just to delay time, and soon he could secretly find other evidence to prove that the man was lying——

This kind of genius in his eyes is different from the kind of genius that this kid is blinded by his younger sister that only he can see!

The girl constructed a lifelike deep mountain and secluded forest with a pen, and she only needs to take a look at it, and she will pull people into it, as if there are really apes and streams in her ears.

"Just looking at this half of the mountain forest is already extraordinary..."

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Qiao Jijiu snapped back to his senses, and hurriedly asked someone to serve tea—if he didn't know that his old arms and legs were slow, he wished he could serve it himself!

Maybe it was due to drinking, Qiao Jijiu felt a little dazed at this moment, he glanced at the girl who was still painting, then grabbed Chang Suian's arm, dragged her aside News.

And the pen in her hand quickly gave the answer.

"Is it... a tiger?"

"It's a tiger!"

There were voices of surprise and surprise one after another.

It is rare for a woman to paint a tiger!
　Ahhh I still haven't finished writing this plot today, fuck me! !But I didn't break the chapter today, if I stop at the fifth last line, then... so please forgive me _(:з」∠)_
　　(Thank you very much Chunhuaqiuyue 85 for the rewards!!)
　　
　
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