Start with a god-level director

Chapter 278 Ten Miles of Pinghu Frost in the Sky, A Gallery of Paintings Passed For Thousands of Years
"Li Zhu, have you really looked radiant these days?"

"When are you getting married?"

"Have you got the baby? What is Director Shen busy with?"

When Shen Yu was chatting with Guan Ningsheng in the office, Xiao Lizhu was walking the street with a group of sisters.

There was no way, Wu Yuanyuan turned down the movie of A Chinese Ghost Story, so many people said, "I'll do what I want."

Although everyone knows that there are actually no opportunities, and many people are not interested, but other people visit Director Shen one by one, or express their intentions. Are you timid about your appearance, talent or temperament... Well, none of these , You always have ideas about the beauty of the soul, don't you want to try it?
In this way, when people talk about you in the future, in a word, ah, she doesn't even have the courage to try...

During Xiao Lizhu's days, people would visit her every day. After all, girls are arrogant. It's too direct to visit Director Shen. How about chatting with his fiancée directly?

This kind of thing has even become a kind of craze like checking in. Anyone will come to harass Xiao Lizhu, and then proudly say that my mother, I have signed up, and whether it succeeds or not is none of my business, I have confidence in myself.

Uh-huh.

"A Yu is still busy with the project of A Chinese Ghost Story. Aunt Wu is not satisfied with the script. A Yu feels that the problem lies with him, so he is busy every day..."

Xiao Lizhu sighed slightly. Although the two are lovers, they are not together 24 hours a day. There are at least five days a week. Shen Yu will go to the underground fortress to work and exercise for more than ten hours at night, and she doesn't know him. What are you doing in there.

"Maybe, he is drawing a comic strip?"

……

After two hours, everyone arrived.

I thought that the meeting would start, and I took out a bunch of drafts to talk about ideas and inspirations, but Shen Yu brought everyone to a building not far away.

That was the warehouse that Changfeng Film and Television Company bought recently, and Shen Yushen mysteriously didn't say why he went there.

Wang Ruomeng was very curious, and Guan Ningsheng and others were also very curious. Is there the workplace of the future?
Pushing open the door of the warehouse, everyone saw a long corridor. Although it was a bit rudimentary, it had already been arranged. The soft lights shone down, and ink paintings appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Gentlemen, it's just a game, don't worry so much."

"Good painting, good painting!"

"In this way, Yan Chixia's character is fully reflected."

Shen Yu walked in the front, gazing at the ink paintings in front of him, but what he thought of was the various situations in which he was working hard.

Shen Yu is working hard and wants to make a picture album similar to a comic book. Simply put, it is an ink painting picture album, such as simple things such as splashed ink and line drawing. However, the enthusiastic people who worked hard made him a Big job.

Remember when Shen Yu delayed leaving Dagan for half a year?
Why, apart from the retention of the beauties, there is also the fact that the comic book project has become another kind of project that left him dumbfounded.

And for this project, in order to be able to talk about it, even after Xiao Lizhu came, he still stayed in the basement for ten hours every day.

The first thing that caught Guan Ningsheng's eyes was an ink painting. It was a picture of a scholar trekking in the mountains.

The artistic conception of the painting is excellent, vast and simple, yet lifelike. There are people in the painting, and there are paintings in the people.

"This, this, this artistic conception is too good, there are layouts, and characters!"

From the moment Guan Ningsheng came in, he was attracted by the ink painting hanging on it at the first sight. The ink painting is vast and simple, yet lifelike, which makes people feel very good.

"This, this, this artistic conception is too good, there are layouts, and characters!"

Guan Ningsheng stood there blankly, looking at the paintings on the wall.

He is one of the most famous young painters in Ming Dynasty. He has a very high level of appreciation. Looking at a painting is like tasting a gourmet. The first thing is to see if there is any unique inspiration, hard work or artistic conception.

"Your Majesty, I am very satisfied with this painting..."

Shen Yu, who was invited to the gallery, looked at this landscape painting.

It was the old prime minister who did the painting, and he wrote the painting.

Child prodigy, young talent, middle-aged waste, old prime minister, countless experiences, all kinds of waste, these have become the marks of his life, and there is also the first painting of A Chinese Ghost Story, a young scholar, The scene of walking alone in the mountains.

This is the accumulation of his life, which has been integrated into everything about him. He has changed this painting eighteen times and painted it for a whole year.

"Your Majesty, please look at the painting below."

The old prime minister smiled and led the emperor, this man who revived Dagan, this benevolent and capable man, this simple and noble man, into the gallery.

Just like now, Shen Yu is leading everyone, admiring the paintings in the gallery.

"The second painting is the painting of Mr. Chen Zhihe, a master of Qinghe. He..."

What caught Guan Ningsheng's second glance was that the camera suddenly zoomed in. The scholar stopped and looked at the scene of a peach blossom on the branch. However, the birds jumping on the branches, it looks like the mountains and rivers have no doubts and no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and the scenery of another village, the atmosphere suddenly changes from a vast and simple to a small building listening to the spring rain overnight, the peach blossoms are just right!
The simple but extremely delicate layout of the whole painting makes the people who see it feel happy involuntarily.

This is the integration of meaning into the picture scroll, every detail is natural!

But at this time, Guan Ningsheng suddenly woke up from the initial shock, because he discovered the problem at this time!

"No, no, the lines in this painting are wrong, the outline is wrong, the basic skills are wrong, and there is something missing!"

Guan Ningsheng looked at it, but began to mutter to himself.

These two paintings look really good at the first glance, and also at the second glance, and if ordinary people continue to look at them, they will definitely say that they are very good, very good, but let a big picture like him look at them. , but many problems can be picked out.

It's like an ordinary chef using the best ingredients to make a table of delicious food. Ordinary people taste it, there is no problem, and they will even praise it desperately, but people who come across the tongue of God can pick out problems.

It's a little old, the taste is heavy, the knife is not good, the seasoning is not well matched...

However, he didn't speak, and he noticed several details at the same time, for example, there were no seals, no names, or even inscriptions or poems on these paintings.

Then, the third, fourth, fifth...

He was silent, and looked at the paintings one by one until the tenth painting, which was very good, but in a different style. The scholar came to an ancient temple, a gloomy and simple temple, and the huge Lanruo Temple. It made people shiver involuntarily.

"Who painted these paintings?"

Wang Ruomeng, who followed, finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked such a question.

She didn't have Guan Ningsheng's level, she only knew that these paintings were very good, very good, ten paintings completely outlined the beginning of the story of A Chinese Ghost Story.

Shen Yu smiled, but did not answer.

He asked the people in the Ministry of Rites to draw a picture book of A Chinese Ghost Story, and passed down some knowledge of manga, coloring, line drawing, shadows, and even oil painting and Chinese painting to later generations.

He thought that he would get something similar to Wanderer's Walk, or a more advanced color painting hall, but he didn't expect that he would be invited into a gallery.

What is the prosperity of the ages?
After Li Longji came to power, coupled with Wu Zetian's accumulation, Li Zhi's recuperation, and Li Shimin's development, there were many wars and many people died.

The governance of Wenjing in the past was nothing more than the court's inaction, and then it was quickly sung for thousands of years.

And Dagan, after unifying the world, has been peaceful for a full 120 years!

So, in this fertile land, will there be incomparable and beautiful literature and art?

Shen Yu came to this world and saw the beautiful fruits.

He just wanted to take off one branch, but the important officials of the court, the masters of the painting circle, the giants of the literary world, the talented folks... everyone wanted to do something for the emperor.

So, those people, they unified their styles, adjusted their painting styles, and brainstormed again and again, and then Shen Yu saw the crystallization of human wisdom, the accumulation of great art, and the painstaking efforts of countless masters, forming a long corridor.

Guan Ningsheng stopped in front of the tenth painting.

The layout of the warehouse is poor, but at this moment, Guan Ningsheng seems to have returned to the ancient times. He is the scholar who walked through the vast mountains, waded through the continuous streams, plucked a peach blossom, and saw the gloomy ancient temple.

Ten paintings, ten pictures, describe an incomparably beautiful beginning.

On that day, ink paintings, palace strokes, and watercolors formed a long corridor in succession. In the fragrance of flowers, on the lights, and under the bright moon, the breeze blew slowly, and the moonlight spread across the sky like water. Yu, looking at the picture scrolls, walked the long corridor, and finished reading the story of a Chinese ghost story.

On that day, Shen Yu saw a real masterpiece, which was an unprecedented chapter in the history of literature and art.

On this day, Guan Ningsheng felt that every cell in his body was trembling, telling him what miracle he saw today.

His feet were a little soft, but his face was burning badly. Looking back, there were many paintings in the gallery, one by one, which made his heart beat non-stop.

It was like a long time ago when he was still an art school student. Every day before dawn, he came to the museum with a drawing board on his back, copying the famous paintings of the Imperial Capital Museum.

Every day he passes by a smiling painting called the Mona Lisa, which is now Daming's trophy.

The woman in the painting smiled gently, and every time he saw her, his heart would thump.Being poor, he spent all his money on paint, but the cold water steamed buns made him feel very happy.

He would bow to the lady once a day, a tribute to beauty.

Gradually, as he got older, many of his senses became dull, but today, he seemed to have stepped into the palace of art once again as a young boy.

"How many copies?"

Guan Ningsheng's voice was very hoarse, but his eyes were extremely red.

"230 six pairs."

Shen Yu replied calmly.

Ten miles of Pinghu is covered with frost, and a gallery of paintings has been handed down for thousands of years.

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