Beauty's enchanting bodyguard

Chapter 332
Everyone's expressions were dull for a while, as if they were in the Jiangnan water town in the misty March.Staring at Zhang Yuanyuan's painting, she was completely lost, and couldn't recover for a long time.

That painting is no longer a simple and dry ink painting.There is already some aura of water vapor, it seems that you can hear the sound of gurgling water in the stream, and you can see the scene of the mist rising in the deep alleys in the south of the Yangtze River.

Just splashing water and moistening ink with half a bowl of water, this painting is completely different.It makes people intoxicated, makes people intoxicated, and makes people enter another world.

It was Zhu Sicheng who came back to his senses first, and immediately his whole body trembled, and a look of joy appeared on his thin face.Looking at Xiao Yi with scorching eyes, he said with a trembling voice, "This is the well-known trick of wave water moistening ink in landscape painting, hasn't it been lost for a long time?"

Some painting skills have gradually become legends as the times change.For example, the trick that Xiao Yi showed just now has been lost.It's just that Zhu Sicheng flipped through ancient books and heard that there is such a trick to moisten the ink with water, which can make the thick ink smudge away, and the picture scroll comes alive.

Xiao Yi smiled slightly, and said lazily, "I knew this trick when I was 12 years old. Is it lost? I really don't know."

Xiao Yi's unscrupulous master taught him this kind of painting skills long ago.Therefore, it will not take much effort for him to use it.

Seeing Xiao Yi's lazy look, Zhu Sicheng took a deep breath, a little dumbfounded.Unexpectedly, it was such a tired and lazy young man who showed such a shocking move.

The conversation between the two finally caused the group of people to come out of the painting one after another.

Shaking their heads, a group of people looked up at Xiao Yi's young face.Immediately, he smiled with an unbelievable bitterness.This group of people are all self-proclaimed to be peerless and talented.At this moment, such an unremarkable young man stole the limelight.

"Yuanyuan, you can see clearly. This water town in the south of the Yangtze River has the charm of water vapor." Xiao Yi raised his eyes to the stunned Zhang Yuanyuan, and spoke slowly.

Zhang Yuanyuan herself brought Xiao Yi here to participate in this exchange meeting, mainly to let Xiao Yi see how she can show her strengths, show off her strengths, and find a place for herself.Unexpectedly, this little follower of his own has far surpassed himself in painting skills.

To say that at the beginning, Zhang Yuanyuan didn't understand Xiao Yi's sentence that there was less water in the painting.Now, looking at the water vapor rising and the smog on the scroll, like the Jiangnan water town in a fairyland on earth, I instantly understood.

"En." Zhang Yuanyuan was convinced now, and nodded gravitationally.By observing Xiao Yi's painting, she felt that she had some new experience in painting skills.

"Then this picture of kites flying on the river, can you repaint a vivid masterpiece?" Zhu Sicheng took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Yi with fiery eyes, and his tone trembled slightly.

"No problem." Xiao Yi nodded, and then shouted: "Get paper and pen ready."

Hearing Xiao Yi's greeting, he immediately put away the map of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River in front of him carefully.Spread the paper and grind the ink.

Xiao Yi didn't need those fancy paints for painting, and he didn't need a series of preparatory work for color mixing.Xiao Yi inherited the ink painting style of the nationalities in China, now he picked up the prepared wolf brush and dipped it in the ink of Yipinge.After adjusting the ink in the white porcelain plate, holding the pen with the palm of the hand, and drawing the curtain with a stroke of the pen on the laid Koryo paper.

Center forward, wing forward, forward forward, reverse forward, Xiao Yi's use of brush strokes can be described as smooth and smooth.Hooking, rubbing, pointing, lifting and pressing, dyeing, and boneless, Xiao Yi's brushwork can be described as ever-changing.

However, there are thousands of methods, all kinds of changes.Xiao Yi did it in one go, flowing clouds and flowing water, without any sense of stagnation, a picture of flying kites on the river was gradually revealed on the Goryeo paper.

Thick ink is real, and light ink is empty.Contrasting shades and shades, reality and reality coexist.

In the blank space, Xiao Yi chose a good position.Then, with a silver hook painted on iron, the five characters "Jiangshan Feiyuan Picture" were written.Immediately afterwards, the line of poetry was left in Xiaozhuan again: Swallows do not return in the late spring, and the misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold. .

The pen is a dragon and a snake, and the font is handsome.

With a snap, Xiao Yi threw the wolf howling pen in his hand on Zhang Kai who was not far away, and said lazily: "Come closer and have a look, this painting of mine is the same as that of yours. What's the difference between the pictures? Look, does what I'm telling you make sense?"

Zhang Kai hesitated for a while, then stepped forward.Leaning down, he began to carefully watch Xiao Yi's picture of flying kites in the mountains and rivers.

The river is still the same river, but without the thick ink rendering of the opening.The pen is concise and concise, and the long ink is freehand.Looking around, a river is flowing slowly.It seems that you can hear the rushing sound of the flowing water.

The river is not in a hurry, but it has the spirituality of water, which is exactly the Yangtze River in this season.

The sky is thousands of miles away, and the red sun is at the head.Thousands of kites are flying in the sky.The strong wind is coming, and the sound of hunting.The kite is swaying in the sky, but it is still facing the sky.

This painting seems to be alive.It makes people look like it has a majestic and majestic aura.Moreover, you can feel the vigorous vitality of Kasuga and the vitality of the kite from the lines.

Opening the picture of flying kites in the mountains and rivers, it is a picture of death.Although the color is rich, it lacks a bit of spirituality after all.And the picture of flying kites on the river that Xiao Yi made in just a few minutes with a swipe of ink is a living picture, full of vigor and vitality, and everything is revived.

And the line that Xiao Yi signed was the finishing touch, like a stroke of magic.The majestic strokes and the unintentional gestures are the characteristics of the most energetic infusion.

That line of small characters can be said to add a bit of charm to this picture of flying kites in the mountains and rivers.

Such an ink painting makes people look like they have taken a trip in spring.Watching the kites soaring up into the sky, watching the blue and cloudless high sky, watching the green and turbulent river, watching the revival of all things and the vitality of the earth.

Even though there were a hundred people who were reluctant to open this painting, he finally clapped his hands bluntly, and murmured: "Indeed, it is a good painting, better than mine. From this painting, I Learned a lot."

Hearing Gao Zhangkai's words, Xiao Yi smiled lightly and said: I understand a little, I just understand a little.

It's just that at this time, although people haven't appreciated Xiao Yi's picture of flying kites on the river.However, from the abnormal changes in the opened expression, he still vaguely noticed something.

The most successful thing for a person is to win the respect of his opponent.At this moment, with this picture of kites flying on the river, Xiao Yi did it.

Zhang Yuanyuan sighed in disbelief and shook her head.Based on Zhang Yuanyuan's understanding of Zhang Kai, this young man has always refused to admit defeat.Among her peers, she has always been arrogant and arrogant.However, now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he conceded defeat to his opponent.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help but look up at the indifferent young man Xiao Yi.Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his little hands uneasily.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanyuan started to lean over, leaned down and looked at the picture of flying kites on the river that Xiao Yi had just painted with ink.

However, at this moment, all the young painters noticed the abnormality of this picture of flying kites on the river.They all flocked to the desk near it, just to see the magic of the picture of flying kites on the river.

So, in this small building with red walls and green tiles, riots began to break out.Everyone is approaching that desk.The area of ​​the desk is too small, making it impossible for all these people to gather around and see the authenticity of the painting.

So, these young people began to push each other, rush forward and back.The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Zhu Sicheng, who most wanted to see Xiao Yi's painting, shook his head with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.He looked at Xiao Yi who was not far away in amazement, and gave his thumbs up.

Xiao Yi, who was pushed away from the desk, looked at the spring outside, and murmured softly: "Actually, I just understand a little bit."

Xiao Yi knew that his level was very different from that of his unscrupulous master.Basically, they are not on the same level.Often, the paintings made with a brushstroke of ink were given to the widow of the king of the mountain by his master to be used as firewood.The master told him sternly not to say anything, he taught Xiao Yi how to draw.

However, Xiao Yi's ability to learn from ears and eyes is enough to deal with this group of people.The level shown by this meeting has already shocked the audience.

Slowly, a large group of young painters dispersed after reading the works.This time, under the leadership of Zhu Sicheng, the old judges of the National Young Artists Painting Skills Exchange Meeting began to slowly look at Xiao Yi's painting.

When Zhu Sicheng first looked at the painting on the table, he had a dignified expression.After taking a look, Zhu Sicheng suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed on the Korean paper.His eyes moved closer, and he looked closely at the details of the painting.

Nodding his head, with a satisfied smile on his face, he sighed, "This trip was worthwhile, this trip was worthwhile."

After a few words of emotion, Zhu Sicheng seemed still not at ease.He took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket again and put them on.With a dignified expression and burning eyes, he watched every detail of this painting bit by bit.

The more he looked at it like this, the more Zhu Sicheng discovered the greatness of this painting.On the skinny old face, bursts of excited light came out.

And, when I saw the joy, the hand that pressed the desk.At this moment, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a bang bang bang sound.

(End of this chapter)