Taohuayuan signed in for a month and was longing for exposure

Chapter 132 Wall Painting
Lin Ye didn't think about oil paintings, characters, and cartoons.

It does not match the overall style of the garden.

Of course it is the first choice, Guofengshan ink painting.

Just imagine, getting off the boat by the creek, walking along the narrow path, and suddenly seeing a landscape painting with splashed ink, how poetic and picturesque, this is the original Jiangnan courtyard.

If it was an oil painting, although the visual effect would still be there, Lin Ye felt that it would not be as long-lasting as the ink painting.

"Brother Ye, do you need my help?" Miaomiao asked from the side.

"No need for now, but after the ink is dry, you can apply a layer of varnish on the wall, so that the painting will last longer." Lin Ye said to Miaomiao.

In fact, there are better preservation methods, but varnish is the easiest and quickest way Lin Ye can think of.

There is a small eaves on the fence, as long as it is not pouring rain, there is no need to worry about wetting the wall.

"Okay." Miaomiao brought a stool over and sat down to watch Lin Ye paint.

Lu Yao was also looking forward to it. She saw Miaomiao's collection of sketches yesterday.

I still admire Lin Ye's painting skills.

I just don't know what Lin Ye is going to paint on the courtyard wall?

"Is the anchor going to hold back his big move? In fact, when I was building a wall in the yard, I had a hunch that the anchor might want to paint."

"Upstairs. Can you show some face? An hindsight prophet?"

"Then expert, can you predict what the anchor will draw? It's so awesome."

The 'prophet' just now fell silent.

Lin Ye stood outside the courtyard wall, pacing back and forth, as if he wanted to create something.

A few minutes later, Lin Ye finally came back to Miaomiao and picked up the brush.

The water friends in the live broadcast room had been waiting anxiously for a long time, but when they saw Lin Ye finally start writing, they immediately became excited.

"Is the big move CD already full?"

"expect."

Lin Ye came to the edge of the wall, which was about two meters high. The outer wall had a slight slope. Lin Ye stood on the ground and just painted.

This position is very comfortable.

Lin Ye prepared large, medium and small brushes, and first used a large brush to make a primer.

Ink painting is a branch of Chinese painting, which is further developed on the basis of literati painting.

Pay attention to the use of brushes and ink techniques, and use ink to paint.

Ink is divided into five colors, thick, light, burnt, dry and wet.

In the live broadcast room, some water friends who have learned ink and landscape painting spontaneously popularized science.

Among them, some people mentioned several artistic conceptions and techniques in ink painting, namely small freehand brushwork, big freehand brushwork, broken ink, splashed ink, etc.

Among them, splashed ink has the highest requirements.

Many sharp-eyed people suddenly discovered that Lin Ye's technique of painting was splashing ink.

Lin Ye dipped a brush in ink, splashed it on the courtyard wall, and then improvised and processed it according to the shape of the splash.

Many people are dumbfounded by this kind of unrestrained and unconstrained artistic pursuit.

"I'll go, is that okay?"

"Isn't this the same as those masters who use needles to shoot ink on the Internet, and the crowd next to them applaud?"

"Eh, I can do it too."

"The anchor overturned?"

Many water friends laughed.

But soon, they stopped laughing.

Lin Ye finished splashing ink, changed to a medium-sized brush, and began to decorate the wall. The mountains in the distance, the trees nearby, and the winding stream stretched for tens of meters, vividly displayed in front of everyone.

In the live broadcast room, the sound gradually disappeared.

Many people gasped.

The anchor's splash of ink doesn't seem like improvisation, but rather intentional.

Because isn't what Lin Ye drew the same creek from Taoyuan Village to the clinic?

But splash ink painting, how can you do this?
"I lost, I was wrong, I shouldn't question the strength of the anchor."

"The anchor is too strong. I don't have ten years of painting skills. Don't even think about it?"

"I will give you a reward, I hope the anchor will continue to work hard and continue to work hard."

"Water friends in the live broadcast room, reward a bouquet of flowers."

"Water friends in the live broadcast room, reward oranges."

There were a lot of rewards in the live broadcast room, but Lin Ye was completely immersed in creating wall paintings at this time, and he didn't watch the live broadcast at all.

Painting, especially creating tens of meters of wall paintings, requires a high level of concentration.

At this time, the stream from Taoyuan Village to the clinic emerged in Lin Ye's mind, and the scenery along the way was depicted on the wall one by one.

The method is extremely simple, and the expression is extremely complex.

"My God." Lu Yao, who was belatedly aware of it, realized what Lin Ye was painting.

"Brother Ye, the one he drew was going from the clinic to the village." Lu Yao pointed to the wall and said.

Miaomiao nodded, although it was unbelievable, Brother Ye really did it.

And as Lin Ye kept writing, the painting gradually became more vivid.

"This"

Lu Yao was extremely shocked.

Seeing that Lin Ye was sweating on his forehead, Miaomiao stood up, ran to the room to get a towel, and wiped Lin Ye's sweat.

To avoid disturbing Lin Ye, Miaomiao just wiped her sweat and nothing else.

About two hours later, an ink painting was perfectly presented in front of everyone.

"It's so fast, it's worthy of being an anchor."

"This hand speed is invincible."

"May I ask how many years the host has been single? You finished a wall painting of tens of meters in two hours? Are you still a human being?"

"Calm down, don't be six in the basics."

Lin Ye put away his brushes and found that the few brushes he used for painting just now were basically scrapped, but it was worth it, so it deserves it.

"It's so beautiful, the artistic conception is so beautiful." Lu Yao couldn't help admiring.

This should be the most shocking painting scene she has ever seen in her life.

The aesthetic feeling and artistic conception are not lost because of Lin Ye's fast speed, but it gives people a shock.

"There is something missing." Lin Ye picked up the writing brush on the ground, added a few strokes on the stream, and the wooden boat appeared.

A slim figure stood at the bow of the boat. Although it was only a simple outline, Miaomiao blushed.

Isn't that her?

Hehe
"Okay, it's complete now, I'm so tired." Lin Ye stretched his muscles.

Doing the same thing for two hours in a row, still standing, my hands and feet are sore.

"Brother Ye, sit down, and I'll press it down for you." Miaomiao said to Lin Ye.

(End of this chapter)