I was eliminated from the draft, and I became a superstar with a ballad

Chapter 241 241 What is love in the world?
[241. What is love in the world? 】

Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready.

Su Qingyun picked up the brush, squinted his eyes and asked:

"Old Qian, what do you want me to draw?"

Qian Muwen didn't even think about it, and said, "Whatever you want, you can draw whatever you want."

Su Qingyun nodded, and suddenly a person appeared in his mind.

It was his wife from the previous life!

They are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts!
They swore to eachother forever, forever!
He once made a vow to give her happiness!
However, he is just an ordinary person after all!
After marriage, daily necessities, hard work day and night!
Those promises, those good things, never came true.

"Ugh!"

Thinking of this, Su Qingyun sighed heavily!

"Leilei, I wonder if you will live well in that world after I leave?"

"I am in this world, and I got everything I want, except without you!"

"Life is like this, you don't know how to cherish when you have it, and you regret it when you lose it!"

"If you can do it all over again, I will definitely give it to you!"

Thinking about it, Su Qingyun picked up the brush and swiped it on the rice paper. Leilei's voice and appearance kept flashing in his mind, as if he had returned to his previous life, when he was newly married and had a good time with her.

At that time, life was poor, but there was a happy smile on the corners of his brows and eyes.

After speaking, Su Qingyun began to paint.

Holding the brush in his hand, he quietly looked at the white rice paper, and began to conceive the picture in his mind.

Before he knew it, Su Qingyun's eyes were wet. His hand holding the pen was like dancing, waving it freely on the rice paper. A little bit of ink bloomed like a flower, pointing, sideways, hooking, lifting, sweeping...

Su Qingyun moved so fast that Qian Muwen couldn't see his movements clearly.

It is done in one go, flowing like clouds and flowing water.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a painting has been completed.

In the painting, chaotic rocks, mountains, lonely peaks, flowing clouds, falling geese, mourning...

This is a freehand landscape painting, purely based on ideas. In the painting, a wild goose rolls down on the chaotic rocky hills, and another wild goose can't help screaming. There is a strong feeling of vicissitudes and desolation in the painting.

Everyone watching this painting seems to have deeply integrated their soul into the painting, and their whole spirit has been violently shocked.

Lonely, sad, sad, crying.

This is the power of painting.

A work is a world.

Even ordinary people who don't understand painting at all can feel the emotions in this painting and fall deeply into the sad atmosphere.

At this moment, the guests of the teahouse gathered around one after another.

When they saw the painting, they couldn't help it anymore.

"Why, I feel like crying."

"It's amazing, who said that there are no masters in Chinese painting, this is definitely at the level of a master!"

"Damn it, I just understand the beauty of traditional Chinese painting today. This kind of artistic conception cannot be expressed in Western paintings even after 1 years."

"I want to apologize to Chinese painting, forgive me, I looked down on Chinese painting before, it turned out that I never discovered the beauty of Chinese painting."

……

But Qian Muwen was staring at the painting.

Snapped!
The teacup in Qian Muwen's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

But he didn't realize it, his eyes were staring at this painting. Judging from the artistic conception and expressive techniques in this painting, it has completely grasped the essence of Chinese painting, even in ancient times, it is a masterpiece.

Grandmaster!

True master!
Since ancient times, literati are so arrogant, let alone masters.

After regaining his senses, Qian Muwen looked again, only to see that Su Qingyun had picked up the pen and was slowly writing in the blank space of the painting.

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death directly?"

"Flying from the south to the north, the old wing has experienced cold and heat several times."

"Happiness is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children."

"You should have something to say:
Stratus cloud for thousands of miles, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who will the shadow go to? "

"Hengfen Road, when I was lonely, there were flutes and drums, and the wild smoke was still flat."

"Calling the soul of Chu Xie, how can it be bothered, the mountain ghosts are secretly crying about the wind and rain."

"Heaven is also jealous, if you don't believe me, Yinger and swallows are all loess."

"Through the ages and ages, in order to keep it for the poets, sing and drink wildly, and visit Yanqiu."

It is still achieved overnight, with flowing clouds and flowing water, this cursive script is superb, worthy of the word "grandmaster".

Looking at the words written, its achievements have already surpassed the calligraphy and painting itself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are immortal.

As one of the masters in the academic world, Qian Muwen also has deep research on calligraphy and painting. Su Qingyun's calligraphy and painting level has reached the level of a master, but what shocked him even more was that this poem itself is another poem that can be passed down for thousands of years. excellent work.

"Snapped!"

With a clear sound, Su Qingyun put down the brush, walked to the window, looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky, and let out a long sigh of relief.

At the table, Qian Muwen stared blankly at the painting in front of him. His trembling hands and horrified eyes were enough to explain the shock in his heart at the moment.

In the painting, there are sad geese, lonely peaks, and lonely clouds...

In Qian Muwen's eyes, this painting is full of deep sadness, especially the geese in the painting are full of sadness, staring into the distance, and the eyes clearly contain deep yearning.

The picture seems to be flowing, and you can feel the breeze blowing the flowing clouds.

Qian Muwen was very shocked. This is just the most common line drawing. It is not colored, but it has both form and spirit. The people in the painting seem to be alive, full of ancient charm.

Modern people appreciate ancient paintings and always feel that they are average, but they don’t know that ancient paintings pay attention to artistic conception, similarity in spirit rather than appearance, so if you want to appreciate the paintings of the ancients, you need a certain amount of artistic accomplishment.

But Su Qingyun's painting has completely surpassed the ancient paintings in terms of artistic techniques.

Coupled with the poems mentioned by Su Qingyun next to it, it is chic and elegant, but at the same time full of unstoppable momentum, showing its sharpness!
Qian Muwen thought to himself, if this is an ancient painting, its value would be immeasurable.

What's more, the literary value of this poem is also extremely high!
It's a pity that Su Qingyun is still too young, calligraphy and painting are more valuable the older they get!But it is conceivable that in another hundred years, at least one of Su Qingyun's works will be a priceless treasure.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure for its artistic value, cultural value, and historical value.

Qian Muwen was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this calligraphy and painting.

At this time, a melancholy and melodious piano sound suddenly sounded in the hall. The gurgling sound of the piano seemed to be telling some kind of missing, and seemed to be dispelling sadness.

It turned out that Su Qingyun was sitting in the hall playing the guqin.

Now, apart from chess, Qian Muwen has seen all the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Little friend, did you think of something sad? Could it be that you are trapped by love?"

Qian Muwen walked up to Su Qingyun, seeing Su Qingyun's dejected expression, felt a little sad in his heart, and comforted him:
"Little friend, don't be too sad. Everyone has their own destiny! Everyone has their own fate. But you are really amazing. I couldn't see it clearly on Weibo before. After seeing you painting on the spot this time, I am really amazed. "

"This is no longer proficiency, this is a great master of a generation. Sigh! If this old man met you when he was young, he would definitely worship you as his teacher and study for twenty years."

(End of this chapter)