The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 490

The woman winks like silk.

"Young Master Meng's sympathy and pity, but it's hard for anyone to bear it."

"Really? That's because they don't understand." Mencius Jun showed a profound expression, "In this world, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and gains and losses accompany each other. We can't just look at our eyes."

The woman laughed.

"Mr. Meng has a lot of truths. With you like Mr. Meng, no matter what you do, you can't make people die!"

Meng Zijun sighed.

"That's because you haven't seen anyone better than me."

"Really, then bring me to meet?"

Mencius Jun glanced at her and smiled.

"I'm afraid to scare you." After speaking, he stood up and walked out.

When he came outside, he looked at the room where Wang Xiaolian was, but what he thought in his heart was, what would Duan Li do if he was here?

……

Duan Li looked at the three paintings on the table, one was printed in black and white, and the other two were colored paintings, but one was brightly colored and the other was a bit dark.

There were a few people standing on one side, two of them were craftsmen from last time, and two old men with long beards in long gowns and a middle-aged man with short beards.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked exhausted, but their eyes were frighteningly bright, staring nervously at Duan Li's expression.

Duan Li looked at it for a long time before pointing to a dim painting and asking.

"Who drew this?"

"it's me!"

A middle-aged man with a short beard came out hurriedly.

Duan Li didn't look at him, but still looked at Huadao.

"How long did it take you to draw this picture?"

"It took a whole morning to return to Young Master."

"You did it yourself?"

"No, I'm just coloring, it's my disciple who drew the lines."

"It took the two of you all morning to finish such a painting, didn't you?"

The middle-aged man couldn't tell whether Duan Li's tone was purely asking or dissatisfied, so he had to tell the truth.

"Yes, to be exact, it was the three of us, and there was a disciple who processed the paint. You don't know, the coloring of this painting is too delicate, but it took a long time to process the paint. Unfortunately, there is still no original work. The colors are good."

He really wanted to ask which master painted this, the painting is so good, so vivid, just like a real person!
But looking at Duan Li's expressionless face, he swallowed again. He is just an ordinary painter who has no ambitions. I heard that these nobles have weird tempers, so it's better not to talk too much.

Duan Li nodded, then looked up at him.

"What's your name?"

"If you go back to your son, my name is Li Shi."

"How long have you been painting?"

"I have been painting for more than ten years."

"If you don't rely on your disciples to help, how long would it take you to paint such a painting by yourself?"

"This, it will take a long time." He said the time conservatively.

"Half an hour, can it be done?"

Li Shi's eyes widened immediately, which clearly meant that you were joking!For such a complicated painting, not to mention the coloring, it takes a long time to draw all the lines, half an hour, how is it possible!

Duan Li handed him the painting he drew.

"I don't know painting, but I know that every painting has several characteristics. My request is that you only need to draw the characteristics of this painting, and the rest can be omitted. Remember, half an hour can only be less and not more .”

Li Shi subconsciously took over the painting, his head was still a little dazed, he only painted the features and omitted the others. It sounds very simple, but wouldn't this ruin the original work?

He couldn't help but glance at the brightly colored original work, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to see it, but Duan Li packed it up and put it in a box, then raised his head and said to the other painters.

"Take what you drew, just like Li Shi, only draw the features, and give it to me. In addition, I suggest you, if your disciples can do it, give it to them, and you can concentrate on copying the original. Got it ?"

Li Shi and other three painters hurriedly responded in unison, and took their own paintings to experiment.

There were only craftsmen left, and a painter. The craftsmen looked anxiously at Duan Li, then at the painter.

The artist is a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a serious face. His name is Yan Song. He is an artist, but he is proficient in engraving and printing. The black and white paintings on the table are from his hands. What is rare is that he led the craftsmen to print it out.

"Is it easy to print something like this?" Duan Li asked Yan Song.

Yan Song's words were just like his appearance, very serious.

"It's not easy at first, but once you get used to it, it's fine."

"Compared to printing books?"

"Difficult."

"Difficult?" Duan Li asked back.

"Yes, because the lines drawn are too complicated, and it's best to have such a picture with color. If there is no color, it will not look good if the lines are simple."

Duan Li nodded, but still asked unwillingly.

"Can it be printed in color?"

Yan Song shook his head without thinking.

"I can't." After a pause, "I know what you mean, but you have seen it too. You can't even paint with a pen to draw the original look, let alone print it. You can print such complicated and clear lines. , it’s not easy.”

After these days of tossing, Duan Li has given up hope, but he is still a little disappointed after hearing Yan Song's words.

He sighed.

"Then print it like this, try to be as clear as possible, especially the characters, don't print the beauty as an ugly person. Yan Song, you print out the part you have described first, bind it into a book, and then come to my study to describe the other parts. "

Yan Song's serious face finally wavered a bit.

"Yes, son! Dare I ask you, who made these paintings? Yan Song is not talented, so I want to worship him as my teacher!"

Duan Li was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"I will convey your thoughts, but I have to do things right now." After speaking, he took the box of the original work and left.

Yan Song looked at the black and white paintings that he had printed on the table.

It was a picture of a white snake turning into a human figure, even though it was painted in black and white, it was very realistic, but he was very dissatisfied, and only the brightly colored scene of the original work was in his mind.

Unexpectedly, there are still people in this world who draw such paintings, and Yan Song is really lucky to be able to make rubbings of such paintings!

A few days later, Duan Li came to Zhang Xiaohua's place, and put three sixteen-sized picture albums in front of her.

The first album is a black and white line picture, which is the process of White Snake from being a snake to meeting Xu Xian. Every shot and accompanying text is the same as her original work.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Duan Li, and Duan Li motioned her to look at the other two albums.

Zhang Xiaohua opened the second book, and was stunned for a moment. The second book had colors, but the lines and colors were very simple. It just showed the key points, and left all the important points blank.

Although it looks simple like this, it has a kind of freehand brushwork of ink painting, which is a test of one's artistic sense!
Zhang Xiaohua looked through it by herself, and couldn't help nodding.

"It's amazing, it's really amazing, the color is used well here, and it's also good here, wow, this man is an artist!"

(End of this chapter)