Enter the room 2

Chapter 100

Song Jiyun couldn't laugh or cry.

Even if the Fulu gourd bottle is a celebrity calligraphy and painting provided by Tuo's Hong family, it still needs to be finely adjusted according to the shape and size of the vessel, so as not to deviate from the artistic conception of the original painting. How can it be painted casually?

But Yuan Yunzhong had already turned around and called the boy to help her get paints and palettes, and urged her: "Start early, finish painting early."

Seeing that he insisted, Song Jiyun had no choice but to change his mind and ordered Xiangzan to notify the chief manager and shopkeeper of the kiln factory to come to discuss matters tomorrow morning.

Xiangzan and Xiaoliuzi went away together.

Song Jiyun adjusted the colors, laid out a piece of rice paper, sat in front of the desk, and began to make sketches.

Yuan Yunzhong stood behind her calmly with his hands behind his back.

Thin outline pen outlines smooth lines.

In the white porcelain plate, eosin and vermilion are blended into orange-tinged vermilion, while anthocyanin and gamboge are blended into deep and light oil green, light green, and emerald green, like a spring forest, layer upon layer. Gradually dyed, green and fresh.

She held a dyeing pen between her thumb and index finger, and a clear water pen between her index finger, middle finger and tiger's mouth.

Large patches of green are spread on the yellowish rice paper.

The oily green is the vein, the emerald green is the leaf, and the light green is the leaf tip.

She flipped her middle finger, and the staining pen and clear water pen changed positions.

Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows.

Song Jiyun paints carefully.

The clear water pen gently smudges the outlined shoots, making it appear almost invisible green.

She flipped her middle finger again, and the clear water pen and the staining pen changed positions again.

The light green buds are dotted with small vermilion fruits.

Gorgeous and cute.

At first glance, it looks no different from the dogwood fruit in the original painting, but after another look, it is a bit more charming and freehand than the original portrait.

A flash of astonishment flashed across Yuan Yunzhong's expression, and he asked after a while, "Did you draw that plantain arhat?"

Song Jiyun, who was concentrating on it, was shocked.

With a flick of the pen, Xiaoguo's painting was crooked.

She thought for a while, and drew half an oil-green leaf on the crooked position of Xiaoguo's painting, then raised her head and thought for a moment, and said, "You mean the Arhat picture on the Arhat cup in the elegant room of the kiln?"

Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "Why do you think that the plantain arhat was drawn by me?"

Yuan Yunzhong "hummed" and said: "That Arhat is too elegant."

Is it because the coloring of the banana leaves behind the arhat is too soft?

She has seen the changes of porcelain in later generations and fell in love with pastels.Influenced by the elegance and warmth of pastels, I like to paint flowers, and the style of painting is soft and bright.

Song Jiyun dipped some vermilion paint again, raised his head with a smile and asked him: "Is it so obvious?"

At that time, she had just started to copy her father's paintings, and her style of painting was obviously inclined to her father's broad-mindedness and ease.

Yuan Yunyuan lowered his head slightly.

Looking at it from his angle, Song Jiyun's beautiful eyebrows are like feather tails, which are carefully drawn from the eyebrow arches to the tails of the eyebrows, showing a kind of reserved and charming.

His heart skipped a beat.

Breathing is tight.

He couldn't help standing up straight, took a deep breath, and said: "It's okay! But I have been traveling around with my grandfather since I was a child, and I have seen many treasures from aristocratic families. Maybe others can't see it, but I can see it at a glance. ..."

The voice reached his ears, and he realized that his tone was hurried, his words were confused, and his words were not expressive.

He squeezed his lips together tightly.

Look at Song Jiyun again.

She didn't seem to notice his strangeness, and was carefully examining the dogwood picture she drew.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he coughed uncomfortably, and recovered his voice: "It's more obvious when you put it together with a few other Arhat cups."

Song Jiyun felt his strangeness.

But she couldn't make up her mind whether to draw a branch at the top of the dogwood fruit, and she ignored this sentence when she was distracted.

She simply asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Do you think it's necessary to draw a tree here?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at it, and said, "Don't overdo it."

Song Jiyun still believed in his aesthetics, so he put down his pen and admired it carefully for a while.

It is right not to add that branch.

The whole picture is lively and lively yet playful.

She got up and asked Yuan Yunzhong: "What do you think?"

Yuan Yunzhong said: "It's too complicated. Make it simpler. Draw a few leaves less, and the coloring can be done faster."

Song Jiyun choked, and said after a while: "The picture still needs to be beautiful."

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her, sat in front of the desk, spread out a new piece of rice paper, skillfully replaced the outline pen and dyeing pen between his fingers, and quickly drew a picture of dogwood.

"Look," he stood up, put the dogwood drawing she drew together with the one he just drew, and said, "Which one is simpler?"

Yuan Yunzhong's painting style is obviously different from Song Jiyun's.

His paintings are more concise and clear.

Under the few branches and leaves, there are clusters of dogwood fruit.

Many fruits and few leaves.

It is taken from the dogwood fruit that fell beside the stone in Taihu Lake in that painting.

He also said: "This dogwood is drawn one by one, and a skilled painter can draw hundreds of them in a day."

The perfunctory meaning is beyond words.

Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing, and said, "How disgusting you are!"

However, he rarely does not dislike it.

Yuan Yunzhong said indifferently: "Who made the Hong family belong to gourds and dogwoods?"

In addition to the meaning of blessing, gourd also means continuous melons and prosperous descendants.Cornel is also a symbol of good luck, exorcising evil and avoiding disasters.All best wishes and wishes.

Song Jiyun said: "Then your choice of picture is even better - spring blossoms and autumn fruits, crops are plentiful."

"Oh!" Yuan Yunzhong said expressionlessly, "There are many fruits, the fruits that have fallen to the ground!"

When he said this, it made people think that when things reach extremes, things will turn against each other, and when the moon is full, it will be a loss.

It can be seen that thousands of people have thousands of methods.

Song Jiyun thought it was quite interesting.

she laughed.

Eyebrows are flying up.

It was the first time Yuan Yunzhong saw her smile like this.

It was as if the sun was shining on her face, comfortable and bright.

He looked at her unchanged, but there was a faint light in the bottom of his eyes that even he didn't know.

Song Jiyun thought that Hong Xi's grandfather was the head of the Hong family, and Yuan Yunzhong's paintings might be more popular with the old man.

"That's good!" she said, "I'll use your drawing later."

Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal, but when Little Six came over with the bottle of gourd, he drew several bottles of gourd with his own hands, arranged them in a row on the desk, and said to Cumulus, "Choose the one that is pleasing to the eye. "

He draws lightly with a brush to make a leaf, and with one stroke it becomes a dogwood fruit. Not only does he draw quickly and well, but he also draws almost exactly the same, without obvious differences.

Song Jiyun hurriedly praised: "They all look good. I look pretty good."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded reservedly, and said, "Then choose one at random."

How can you choose one at random?

These are the fruits of his labor.

Song Jiyun leaned over and said, "I'd better choose one carefully!"

She also jokingly said: "How about we keep the best paintings?"

Yuan Yunzhong didn't hum.

Just when Song Jiyun thought he objected, he suddenly let out a "huh".

That voice, gentle and elegant, seemed to have a bit of joy.

Song Jiyun looked up in surprise.

Yuan Yunzhong's dark eyes were calm and calm, and his face was as usual.

　If it has not been updated at 12 o'clock in the evening, it is probably not written.I'll make up the next day for updates owed the previous day.Let’s see it the next day ^O^
　　PS: I didn't have time to proofread this chapter today, and the proofreading version is estimated to wait for the afternoon, so I will explain it to everyone, please bear with me.

　　
　
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