wood builder

Grandma Jiang's accident caught Gu Zhaodi by surprise.

This was the first time for her to watch such a kind old man, who was so high-spirited one second, and fell down in front of her the next.

Even though Gu Zhaodi thought she was indifferent enough, she couldn't help but be moved by the fragility and impermanence of life.

Can be emotionally emotional, she can't do anything.

Coincidentally, Tang Guoguo also finished the experience class. Seeing that there was no one in the west wing, she opened the door and came in. She wanted to ask Gu Zhaodi if she would like to go to Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts with her to find He Ying. down.

Just when she got up and wanted to leave the wing room, she saw Tang Guoguo staring at the pattern of Shui Danqing on the long table, her eyes shining brightly.

"Wow!~ This is Chabaixi, right? This is the first time I've seen it!" She excitedly took out her phone, "Wait for me for a few minutes, I took a picture, let's go!"

Gu Zhaodi nodded.

"Our teacher over there said that the Chabai Opera in the Song Dynasty was a very difficult skill. She had to practice for several years before she could draw simple patterns like flowers and plants. Animal patterns like this kind of lamb kneeling and breastfeeding are all very difficult. Only a strong tea master can draw it."

Tang Guoguo took dozens of photos from various angles, but still felt unsatisfied, and started to shoot videos again:

"But it's really a pity. I heard from her that the grandma who was taken away by the ambulance just now painted tea hundred operas well. I just don't know how that grandma's craftsmanship is? Will I be lucky enough to see it?"

Gu Zhaodi really wanted to tell her that what you are shooting now is Grandma Jiang's Shui Danqing.

But before she could open her mouth, Tang Guoguo exclaimed, and then waved wildly to herself: "Gu Zhaodi! Look, look! Oh my God!!!"

"What's the matter?" Gu Zhaodi seldom saw Tang Guoguo startled like this. Although she felt that she was a little strange, she still walked up to Jianzhan patiently, and glanced at Jianzhan, "What are you looking at?"

But I don't want to, it's just a slight glance.

She was so shocked that the hairs on her back stood on end, and she couldn't even hear Tang Guoguo's answer.

"Look at this lamb, just kneeling there to eat the mother's milk, now it has grown up, and is grazing with the mother."

However, the picture Tang Guoguo mentioned gradually disappeared from the snow-white tea powder as the temperature of the tea soup dropped, and then slowly floated up were two columns of small characters in official script:

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but the kiss does not wait.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.Just like Sister Red Lips said, Shui Danqing exists for a very short time.

Fortunately, Tang Guoguo took a picture of less than ten seconds.Gu Zhaodi thought to herself, if she could send it to the sister with red lips, it would be a kind of comfort to her.

"You send me the video on WeChat."

"okay."

Gu Zhaodi accepted the video and thanked her, then walked out of Qinglin Tea House with Tang Guoguo.

At this time, Cheng Bo and the four women in Hanfu had already left, and Gu Zhaodi was worried that Tang Guoguo would have to wrap his head in a shawl before he was willing to see anyone, just like when he came.Unexpectedly, this fat beauty walked into the subway confidently, and accepted the review of strangers in the subway calmly.

Such a change really made Gu Zhaodi look at her with admiration.

She was happy to be a green leafy foil beside Tang Guoguo, but it wasn't until she got on the subway that she realized how ridiculous her idea was.

Because, Cheng Bo and the four women in Hanfu were also on this subway, and their destination was also Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts.

The six boys and girls in Hanfu were quite quiet when they took the subway, but when they arrived at the square of the Academy of Fine Arts, they started the tea party mode again.In just half an hour, they have chatted from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine and flower tea to emperors and generals, romantic and strange talks, and now they are introducing to each other the shape and structure of Hanfu on them.

But Gu Zhaodi, who was sitting next to the five people, had a look of lovelessness, completely unable to intervene.

Apart from constantly sending WeChat messages to urge He Ying to come out soon after class, she could only silently cover her face when passers-by raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

But Gu Zhaodi didn't know that He Ying, who had received the WeChat message, was stumbled by a question from a classmate in the studio.

Xu Jing, who is not good at lines but best at coloring, had already exchanged a lesson with He Ying, but now she saw that He Ying had drawn another charming Soviet-style color painting on paper, and she became even more curious:

"Is the smudge you are talking about the same as the smudge we are talking about?"

"Halo color, also called baking color. It is a coloring procedure in Su-style color paintings of ancient buildings." He Ying regretted showing off in front of Xu Jing, but had to explain patiently, "The middle and lower colors of Su-style color paintings need to be painted first." Dark and light, drawn one by one, and finally powdered to set off."

"Then what are the middle and lower five colors? In the color paintings of ancient buildings, are the colors also graded?" Xu Jing asked one after another, "Then what is the upper five colors?"

"It's a long story." He Ying scratched his forehead and thought for a long time before coming up with a more concise answer, "Actually, there are indeed color classifications in Su's colorful paintings of ancient Chinese buildings. In the Ming Dynasty During the Yongle period, when BJ City built palaces, a large number of craftsmen from the south of the Yangtze River were requisitioned, and the craftsmen introduced Su-style colored paintings to the northern courts, and gradually formed a new school of colored paintings called "official Soviet paintings."

The other students in the studio originally wanted to leave, but after hearing what He Ying said vividly, they came over in twos and threes to listen.

"The so-called official style is to serve the royal family. However, the royal family has many rules and classes, which gave birth to the classification of Su-style colored paintings."

"I see." Xu Jing nodded knowingly, never expecting that a small architectural painting would have so many tricks, "That is to say, the upper five colors, the middle five colors, and the lower five colors are to be applied in different Level building up?"

"That's right." He Ying also nodded in affirmation of Xu Jing's answer, "Using five colors is also called Jinzhuomo. It means that the outline of the pattern and the boundaries of each part of the pattern are all made of raised powder, and then pasted with gold foil. The various colors of the whole pattern are painted with the three-step halo technique. When setting the background color, green is used as the main color, and various intermediate colors are used, which is mostly used to draw royal gardens."

This professional explanation left a few people confused.

Seeing this, He Ying started to have troubles again. How should he continue to talk about winning and losing five colors?

Thinking that Gu Zhaodi and Tang Guoguo had waited for him for too long, he had to say to Xu Jing apologetically: "Actually, the knowledge of colorful paintings of ancient buildings is very complicated, and I really can't explain it clearly in a few words. Why don't I send you the notes and documents, you Study it yourself first, and next time I come to class, I will explain it to you."

"Okay!" Xu Jing smiled happily, and she also put on her schoolbag and was about to go out of the classroom. "Actually, just from what you said, I think ancient architectural color paintings are very interesting. If possible, after I graduate, I also want to go to Painting ancient architectural color paintings."

"Why? You have learned Chinese painting well, so don't give up easily."

He Ying spoke from the heart.

She has seen the hardships of ancient architectural painters, and also knows that their efforts may not always be rewarded.Fearing that a good student like Xu Jing would be misled by his few words, he tried to persuade him.

But what she didn't expect was.

Several students from the Chinese painting department behind him had the same idea as Xu Jing.

Everyone walked to the elevator entrance talking and laughing, but fell silent the moment the elevator opened.

I saw Chen Jingyi, who was holding a plaster sculpture in her hand, standing in the middle of the elevator with a proud face. When she saw a familiar classmate walk into the elevator, she did not speak or move her position.Instead, when He Ying walked in, he let out a sneer.

Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, He Ying didn't want to have anything to do with her, and pressed the button for the first floor without even looking at Chen Jingyi.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jing behind him asked coldly:

"why are you laughing?"