Defend the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 31 Don't Look Good, Just Realistic
"Ma'am must miss our father very much."

Yinniang empathized with her, and looked sad.

Han Pingan nodded, and said solemnly: "My aunt is illiterate, even if she misses my father, she can't express it through letters. Luozhou is so far away from us, it is too difficult to send a letter from home. All these years, our father has only received a total of There are four letters from home, the most recent one was received in April last year."

Yinniang asked in a low voice, "How is my hometown?"

"not good."

Han Pingan smiled wryly and said: "When our father was in Xiaobolu, our grandparents died of illness one after another. If you were an official in another place, you would definitely receive a letter from your family. If you don't want to go back, you have to go back to Ding You.

But Xiao Bolu can't read letters. My father didn't know about these things until he arrived in Guishu. The family in Luozhou was run by the aunt alone.

She is going to serve our grandparents, and to provide for our grandparents until the end of their lives.Dalang and Erlang are going to be raised next time. Our father has sent dozens of letters to our family in the past twenty years, and most of them have not been received by the aunt. "

It turns out that it is not easy to be an official, especially when you come to Anxi to be an official.

Yinniang was silent for a moment, then raised her head and asked, "Did you send money to your hometown in Luozhou?"

"The money has been sent four times. The first time is to make the crown prince's official characters, receive the salary money, and save it until the end of the year to send [-] Wen to the family. The second time is to send the princess and aunt to the wedding, and send all the money back to the family up.

The third time was when Lin Zhongcheng invited him to enter the curtain and gave [-] yuan to Wen'an's family. Our father also asked someone to bring it back, and then I went to Chang'an to ask someone to help bring some. "

"Sanlang, it's true that you have already arrived in Chang'an, and you won't help our father go back to see the aunt."

"I sneaked away to Chang'an. I was the interpreter of the mission at that time. People from Honglu Temple were watching us, so we couldn't run around. Besides, Su Da and the others didn't understand anything. If I didn't keep an eye on them, they would What if something goes wrong."

Yinniang came to her senses, thought about it and asked again: "What else is there for our father?"

"Not only did he fail to fulfill his filial piety, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, and he also failed in his official career."

"It's not going well for our father to be such a high-ranking official!"

"What's the big deal? The official he is now is nothing in Chang'an. Besides, this is the Western Region, a bitter cold place thousands of miles away from Chang'an. People would rather not come here if they don't have an official position. Most of them are Cui. Those who have been demoted are similar to distribution."

"Then why doesn't our father go back to Chang'an?"

"He wanted to go back, but he couldn't go back."

"Why can't you go back?"

Han Pingan pointed to the letters she had sorted out just now, and said with a wry smile: "Sister, do you know why Lin Zhongcheng trusts our father so much? It's because Lin Zhongcheng's situation is similar to that of Huang Bowen's grandfather. He was also the prime minister and used to be the prince's teacher.

But the current emperor doesn't like the prince and wants to abolish the prince, so he demoted Lin Zhongcheng to Anxi to be the Jiedushi with the largest territory and the most wars, but the fewest people and the fewest soldiers under his rule. "

Yinniang asked: "What does this have to do with our father?"

Han Pingan explained: "Lin Zhongcheng has been the prince's teacher, and our father has been the prince's orthographic. Although he is only a small official who has proofread the books for a few months in the Prince's Chongwen Museum for typos, but because he stayed in Xiaobolu Seven years of fame, everyone thinks he is the prince."

Yinniang asked half understandingly: "If we go back to Chang'an, they will harm our father."

Han Pingan patted the edge of the bucket, and said helplessly: "He will not deliberately kill him, after all, he is soft-spoken. But judging from Lin Zhongcheng's letter to him, the emperor is determined to abolish the prince, and when the time comes If a large number of people are killed, our father will probably lose his head in a daze."

"Why did the emperor abolish the prince?"

"It's nothing to abolish a prince. He even killed the prince. The prince was beheaded by the emperor before. The Li family has a long tradition of killing father and son, brothers and sisters. The previous emperors, Which one is not so superior."

"Even kill my own son!"

"It's so strange, isn't it the same with Su Da's family?"

"Then...then if the emperor is determined to kill the prince, will he kill Lin Zhongcheng, will he kill our father?"

"Probably not. After all, Lin Zhongcheng has been demoted so far that he can't help the prince at all. Even if Lin Zhongcheng wants to help the prince kill the emperor, with the more than 2 soldiers in his hand, he will never be able to reach Chang'an. Went out."

It turned out that it was not easy for the supervising father, and Yinniang felt very uncomfortable.

At this time, Huang Dafu's voice came from outside, saying that he had brought people here.

Yinniang hurriedly got up to open the door, Han Pingan quickly dried himself, put on clean clothes, and walked into the main room.

The one who came was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old barbarian, and when he saw Han Ping'an, he bowed and saluted: "Third young master, why did you ask the younger one to draw?"

"Draw me."

"Third young master, I'm just an apprentice, I can only draw statues of gods..."

"Panduo, I have seen you painting god statues for the Sogdians, and I have also seen you painting Buddha statues for the Baiyun Temple. I think you are better than your master."

"I... I have never painted for anyone, I only painted the portraits of fugitives for the City Lord's Mansion."

Han Pingan sat down, picked up the drawing board that he had prepared earlier, picked up a charcoal pencil made of red willow branches, and called the little painter to his side. Looking at a clay pot not far away, he drew quickly while laughing Said: "I asked you to come here, just to ask you to help me draw the portrait of a fugitive."

Pan Tuo couldn't laugh or cry: "Third Young Master, you are not a fugitive, you really know how to joke."

Han Ping'an's face straightened: "Young master, I didn't joke with you, you can paint like me later, but you can't paint like gods and Buddhas, see, you have to paint like me.

Observe carefully first, grasp the feature points, have light and shade, have layers, and draw likeness, the more likeness the better! "

Pan Tuo was so busy talking just now that he didn't pay attention to what "Han Sanfeng" was doing.

He looked down and found that "Han Sancrazy" drew very quickly and was ugly. The lines had no aesthetic feeling at all, they were completely scribbled on the paper, and the good paper was completely lost.

"Look clearly, this is the shadow, this is the light and shade, without these, there will be no three-dimensional effect, and it will not look like it."

"Third young master, your drawing method is too difficult, even the younger ones can't do it."

"If you don't know how to learn, I have already seen that you are talented in painting. I will give you two hours, and you will definitely be able to learn."

Han Pingan raised the willow branch pen to the clay pot not far away, pinched his thumb in the center of the "pen holder", and made several gestures vertically and horizontally, calculated the approximate proportion, and then began to draw on the paper rustlingly .

This is not painting, this is obviously nonsense, no wonder everyone said he is crazy.

Pan Tuo secretly slandered, looked up at the pottery pots in the distance, and then at the pottery pots that "Han Sanfeng" was graffitiing on. He suddenly found that although the lines he drew were messy, they looked alike at first glance.

"How about it, have you seen something?"

Han Pingan asked with a smile, but the pen in his hand did not stop.

Pantuo involuntarily took a step back, looked at the painting Han Pingan was making and the pottery pots in the distance, and murmured: "It looks similar from a distance, it looks a bit like a sketch drawn by the master builder of the temple, but it doesn't look like it. It's the same, they were drawn with a ruler and drawn horizontally, third young master, yours is drawn vertically!"

"Let's say you are talented, and you can see the way so quickly. By the way, this effect is called three-dimensional effect. My drawing method is called sketching. I strive to be realistic, unlike the ones you used to draw that only pursue beauty."

"Master never taught me..."

"His master didn't teach him, this is the technique created by this young master."

"Third young master, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn."

"If you can't learn it, you have to learn it, and you have to learn it within two hours."

"Two hours?"

"You're so smart and talented, so it's definitely fine. I'll teach you another trick. See if you're looking at the people and things you want to draw, and compare the estimated length, width, and height on the paper. This is called proportion. It can't be like As before, the head is so big, the neck is so long, the body is so small, the proportions are seriously out of balance."

Pan Tuo didn't know what proportion was, nor did he know what imbalance was, but he could hear the general meaning.

He looked left and right, looked up, looked down, and said to himself: "It's not difficult to draw like this. You can draw a base first, even if you are not sure about a few places, you can draw it back. It's just... just that you can't stare at it after you draw it."

"Why not?"

"It's not like it, it doesn't look good."

"It doesn't look like it from a distance. What I want is likeness, not good looks!"

"Third young master, I can try to paint, but no matter what the painting looks like, don't tell others that I painted it."

"Why can't you tell me?" Han Ping'an raised his head curiously.

Pan Tuo frowned, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Third young master, I earn my living by painting statues of gods and Buddhas. If it spreads that I painted like this, people will not ask me to paint again. If no one finds them, I will not make money. I would starve to death without money."

This reason is indeed very sufficient and very simple.

Han Ping'an was happy, stood up and stuffed the drawing board and charcoal into his hands, laughed and said: "Remember the proportions, features, light and shade, and layers, try to draw first, and try to figure it out. If it is realistic enough, you can eat and drink with me in the future, and you don't have to draw those same gods and Buddhas anymore."

King Yele had raised a painter before, so he didn't have to paint a few paintings a year, and he had a lot of money.

Master Supervisor is older than King Yele, so it is normal to have a painter at home.

Pan Tuo was a little moved, and couldn't help saying: "Third young master, you can't paint in this way, only black and white, light and shade, it's not good-looking!"

It is worthy of being Ye Le's best painter, just taught him how to draw a sketch, he already thought of watercolor.

Han Pingan gained a little more confidence in him, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Light and shade, three-dimensionality, and layering can all be painted with paint. But we have to do it step by step, first draw with charcoal, and first find a way to draw People are drawn realistically."

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