God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 420 "Ranke Mountain Game Map"

Xu Jingxing felt that even the old man's explanation was a bit far-fetched, but he didn't say anything. He smiled and left a mark on the painting he named "Lanke Mountain Game Game", stamped it with his seal, and stretched out his hand to the old man, "Hey, It's yours."

The seal is still the "Xu Xu Jing Xing" seal carved in red sandalwood, and the postscript writes the "Dongtian Spring Tour" on it, "Dongtianchun travels late in the distance, a few stars and fairies play; The green peach blossom shadow has not been moved," and then added a sentence vertically on the left side of the painting, "Mr. Lian Junjian," and finally added the date and my name, and the painting was completely completed.

Even the old man read a few lines of words up, down, left, and right several times, and nodded in satisfaction, "Good words, good pictures and good words, it's perfect, I must ask the capital's most skilled framer to frame it, and then hang it up." to my study."

Xu Jingxing was a little excited, "The salary is so high?"

"Not high or not, you deserve it," the old man smiled, "Your painting is quite like my teacher."

your teacher?

He was a little dazed, who is your teacher?Mr. Liang?No, Mr. Liang doesn't seem to be very good at traditional Chinese painting, does he?
But he soon knew who the "my teacher" the old man said was Mr. Zhang Daqian. The old man learned painting from Zhang Daqian for a while when he was young.But it seems that the old man can't learn well, he can draw a few strokes, but his standard and vision are far behind other majors.

But it's normal, the old man is not a god, it is impossible to learn too much in such a short period of time, after all, at that time the old man was still singing in the opera troupe, and he had the opportunity to worship Zhang Daqian as his teacher, it was only because Zhang Daqian liked to listen to operas, It may not be really hard to teach.

You know, the masters in the Liyuan at that time liked to socialize with the masters in the painting circle. If you count those people in the Liyuan at that time, Mei Lanfang, Cheng Yanqiu, Gou Huisheng, Shang Xiaoyun and others could draw a few strokes. I have learned painting from Zhang Daqian, and Mei Lanfang's level is not bad, at least much better than Mr. Lian. After all, Mr. Mei's wrist was bigger at that time, so he had more free time to spend on learning and practicing painting. Naturally, there is more time in the field.

Mr. Mei used to sell paintings for a living during the strike. If he was not good enough, he would have starved to death long ago.

Even the old man was a little bit hard at the time. Although the size is considered a role, he is much worse than the four famous dans.

Of course, even the old man's later development was even more dazzling. Although his attainments in opera and painting were like those of Mei Lanfang, his attainments in ancient architecture and modern science were among the top in the country at that time. batch.

Thinking about this, Xu Jingxing was a little embarrassed, "You are putting me on the fire. How can I compare myself to Mr. Zhang? People will laugh at me if it spreads."

The old man chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Young people must be courageous, and I said this, whoever is not convinced will let him come to me."

"Who dares to trouble you." Xu Jingxing rolled his eyes angrily, "You are also Mr. Zhang's personal disciple after all."

"Tsk tsk, why do I feel a little sour when I hear this," the old man said, squinting at him.

"Can you not be sour? That's Mr. Zhang. If it were me, let alone being Mr. Zhang's personal disciple, if I could get a few comments from the old man, I would have lived my whole life in vain," he said a little exaggeratedly, but in his heart The admiration for Zhang Daqian's superb masters is not at all watery.

Zhang Daqian's works can have the current market, it is definitely not due to hype, but Mr. Zhang's paintings are really of that level, just like Gu Jingzhou's purple sand pot, it is a good thing, the market and buyers recognize this.

When the old man heard this, he was happier than he was praised. He touched his chin happily and said proudly: "You have no chance, but I can replace you."

"What kind of alternative?"

"You continue to draw, and then I will pretend to be Master Zhang and give you directions," the old man said in a funny tone.

"You are so naughty, does your family know?"

"Hahaha, of course I know." Seeing Xu Jingxing's gloomy look, the old man became even happier, and then made some serious comments.What I have to admit is that although the old man's skill and eyesight in painting are mediocre, he is well-informed after all, and with just a few words, there are still some things that hit the point, which benefited Xu Jingxing a lot.

Therefore, Xu Jingxing drew another painting for the old man, this time it was a small freehand painting of flowers and birds, the content was very simple, just a cat and a pot of evergreen, but the painting was very vivid, using the contrast of black and white to full play To the extreme.

After working until the evening, the group got together for another meal, and at the same time briefly talked about the next day's work at the dinner table.

The next day is the official work. The judges will conduct on-the-spot inspections and score. At the same time, the program team will record materials with a group of people for later editing.

Thinking that this competition was about to enter a decisive stage, even Xu Jingxing, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, was inevitably a little nervous, so much so that he didn't sleep well at night.

Get up in the morning and continue to have breakfast with the old man, but now I have more peace of mind, because the old man also likes An Xin, who is sensible, smart and well-behaved.

If Xu Jingxing didn't pay close attention, An Xin might be abducted by the old man to become his apprentice. The old man still doesn't understand his cramming teaching method.

Just as they were eating breakfast, the heavens let the Buddha make an agreement with Xu Jingxing and the others, and the fine rain began to float up exactly as they had agreed. The sound when it was on the ground was unusually soft.

Seeing this, one of the judges frowned, "Here, do you want to take another day off?" His eyes turned around the crowd and then fell on the old man's face. Obviously, everything here is mainly about the old man. idea.

If the old man even said to take a break, it would be considered as a delay of a day or two, and he would not say anything when he slept, even if the organizer and CCTV would not say a word of nonsense.Although the old man does not hold any serious positions now, his influence is definitely not comparable to that of a mere organizer or CCTV.

The old man turned his head to look, and said with a smile: "This little rain is nothing, we just need to hold an umbrella, and the rain is not too heavy, it might stop at some point, everyone should work hard, and in such an environment Wouldn't it be more suitable to appreciate such a scenery in the movie?"

(End of this chapter)