Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 234 The Treasure of the Ink Painting Kingdom ([-])

The intermission wasn't long. Nan Shu and Qin Ye stepped off the stage and stood in the shadows. The makeup artist came over to touch up their makeup. The director came from behind and walked up to Nan Shu with a smile on his face and a script in his hand: "The recording just now was very good. Next is the content about the 'book'. When the time comes, you will be in charge of calligraphy and painting, and Qin Yingdi will be in charge of explaining..."

Nan Shu listened, looked at the auditorium, pondered for a moment, "Who is in charge of receiving the audience?"

The director paused, thought for a while, "It's Zhang Bobo."

"Call him here."

"it is good."

Not long after, the director brought Zhang Bobo to Nan Shu, "Mr. Nan, Zhang Bobo is here."

The intermission time was almost over, Nan Shu looked at Zhang Bobo: "Check who is the audience in the third row and second seat of the auditorium, and don't give me his information when I am off."

After finishing speaking, Nan Shu looked at the director beside Zhang Bobo, "You ask the producer to watch him from the monitor, and don't let him leave the scene early."

In general variety shows, in order to ensure attendance and recording effects, all viewers are not allowed to leave the venue before the end of the recording. Nan Shu still mentioned it just in case.

"Okay." The two agreed, feeling something strange in their hearts.

Nan Shu came on stage after explaining, and started the next recording.

With the foreshadowing of the previous game, the audience was in high spirits and stared at the stage intently.

"Book" refers to calligraphy Danqing.

The staff set up the props early in the morning. In the center of the stage stood a rosewood carving easel, and on the side of the ebony table with pear hearts, there were brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.

The pen is a Langhao pen, and the ink is lacquer and smoke ink. Nan Shu walked to the table, picked up the ink ingot with her thin white fingers, and ground it on the inkstone.

The big screen at the back clearly reflected Nan Shu's portrait, thin white hands, thick black ink, spun round and round on the inkstone, and the thick ink faded out, all displayed in front of the audience.

After grinding, Nan Shu picked up the Langhao brush, dipped it in thick ink, and looked at the white rice paper on the easel beside her.

Then, the whole body sank, and the wolf hair fell straight down, leaving ink dots on the white rice paper. The moment the ink dots formed, Nan Shu exerted force on his wrist, swiped the pen, and drew an ink mark on the white rice paper.

Swipe the pen and splash the ink, the Langhao brush works freely, the ink marks are suitable in thickness, seem to be disorderly, and seem to have a natural beauty.

Backstage, producer Yang Zheng was staring at a point on the monitor, frowning.

"Did you see anything?" Zhang Bobo also frowned.

"not yet."

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The tip of the pen is constantly hooked on the rice paper, the ink marks are faint or thick, and the shadow of the mountains can be seen faintly. With the continuous dyeing of the Langhao brush, the ink color on the rice paper continues to increase. After 10 minutes, Nan Shu finishes the pen.

A pair of ink and wash paintings with appropriate shades of people looking at each other is formed.

Nan Shu put the Langhao brush on the inkstone, replaced it with a thin and soft Jianhao brush, and added a small poem in the blank space on the painting.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain

The birds flew high and the lonely cloud went alone.

Looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain.

Nan Shu turned the easel to the audience, and everything on the painting was more intuitively displayed in front of everyone.

Ink and water are blended, light and thick ink are mixed, dry and wet are moderate, a few ink strokes outline slightly undulating mountains, solitary clouds float on the mountains, and the poet standing with his hands behind his back looks at the mountains in front of him, feeling full of flatness and emptiness But born.

Xue Yu stepped onto the stage, looked at the painting on the easel, and sighed, "This is the most perfect combination of pure white and thick ink I have ever seen."

The interstellar culture is scarce, but the aesthetics are not behind at all. The beauty of black and white can be displayed on clothes, buildings, decorations, etc., but only one pen can draw such a beautiful and artistic picture. It was the first time they had seen each other.

However, many viewers sighed in their hearts: It turned out that it wasn't that they couldn't draw good paintings, but that they themselves were too scumbags.

Since the popularization of calligraphy culture in Nanshu, a large number of people began to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones to practice calligraphy at home.

But paper and pen are destined not only to be used for writing, but also for drawing. Therefore, many netizens began to draw on rice paper without a teacher.

In the end, the painting is drawn, but the painting on paper is simply...

Unsightly and without aesthetics.

This directly caused many people to give up painting with a brush, saying that it is impossible, and hard brush painting is suitable for them!

But now that they saw Nan Shu's paintings, they finally understood that this is impossible, the division is a matter of skill.

Nan Shu can use a brush to draw pictures with great beauty and artistic conception!

Xue Yu sighed, and quickly handed over the words to Qin Ye, "Then I will ask Best Actor Qin to explain this painting to us."

Qin Ye picked up the microphone and pointed to this ink painting: "This is freehand landscape painting, which began in the Tang Dynasty. Freehand landscape painting does not focus on similarity in shape, but on artistic conception."

Qin Ye talked a lot about the origin, brushwork, type, and even included another type: Danqing painting.

The content about traditional Chinese paintings was transmitted bit by bit. Because of the real objects, the audience’s perception of landscape paintings was clearer and more intuitive. Because of this, in addition to admiring the paintings, everyone’s minds also sprouted Another idea: "Ink painting, the treasure of the country."

This program is worthy of the name of "treasure".

(End of this chapter)