The Demon Soul is Coming

After escaping from Tiancui Building, it was still early in the day, and remembering that he had to do the things he planned, Liu Sang turned around the corner, and a carriage was already waiting there.

After getting into the carriage, the carriage drove to Dongshi. Liu Sang changed into a green shirt and put on a turban in the carriage.

The old driver stopped, and Liu Sang took out a box and a few low stools from the car, sent the old driver back, and then moved these things to the open space on the side of the street, and began... to sell paintings.

In these days, in addition to continuing to practice the Nine Turns Immortal Zhengyi method, Liu Sang also made many paintings in his spare time.

It's just that he really doesn't know whether the paintings he made are good or not.In fact, many people will encounter such problems as him. Whether it is poetry or writing, for the things they have just started to learn, they are both embarrassed to let others see, but they want to be seen by others. They feel good about themselves, but they are afraid. Others say it is not good, which is very contradictory.

Liu Sang is like this now, although he has made a lot of paintings, but it is difficult to show them to Xia Zhaowu. Isn't it too embarrassing?

So he decided to... sell paintings here.

The picture scrolls were put out one by one, and many of them attracted many people to come and watch. These paintings are so attractive?Liu Sang couldn't help feeling very satisfied.

It's just that although there were many people who saw it, half an hour passed, but none of them were sold. On the other hand, there was a seller of paintings on the other side. Although there were few people who saw it, he sold one on the left and one on the right. Liu Sang was very depressed.Being able to attract so many people to see it must have advantages, but there must be a reason why it cannot be sold.

In fact, Liu Sang's paintings can't be said to be bad paintings, but the reason why they can't be sold is mainly due to the problem of style.He uses bright materials and unique techniques, which immediately attract the attention of others, but his paintings are too "realistic". The appreciation of paintings in ancient China is completely different from that in the West. It doesn't matter at all if it looks like or doesn't look like it.

But Liu Sang used the "oil painting" method, first using sketches, then adding color, and also quietly using some comic-like processing techniques. As a "modern painting", it is definitely outstanding, but he What he is now in is "ancient times". Although this ancient times is not exactly the same as the history he knows, his appreciation of paintings is generally the same.

In the traditional Chinese theory of painting, there is a saying that "calligraphy and painting have the same origin". The characters should be written, not drawn, and the same is true for painting. Once drawn, it becomes vulgar.Since Xia Shang's petroglyphs, what has been emphasized is to use a few lines and several colors to express a certain artistic conception in a rich but abstract way, "paradoxical, paradoxical", only Western oil paintings strive for "truth".

Of course, things are always reversed. In the [-]th century, domestic painters drew more and more like Western oil paintings, but the West began to develop "modernization" represented by Van Gogh and Picasso, drawing heavily on children's art and primitive art. They are more abstract than ancient Chinese rock paintings. Although their paintings are all famous paintings, Liu Sang said that his level is too low to appreciate them.

This is the problem Liu Sang encounters now. Although he draws beautifully, passers-by are attracted to come and go, but because he is too realistic, he has become "low-grade". Sorry to hang out.It's not like the painting seller opposite, with splashed ink and freehand brushwork, no ghost knows what his painting is, but just because he can't understand it, hanging it in the hall, no one dares to say that it is not good, it looks very "classy".

The painting couldn't be sold, so he just sat there and used charcoal pencils to paint portraits of the children around him. These children loved the cartoon-like style of painting, and they all pestered him for it.But he prefers to help girls draw... Cough, shouldn't this be some kind of bad taste?

As I was painting, there was a sudden "ah" sound from the side.

Liu Sang looked up in astonishment, and saw his sister-in-law... Xia Zhaowu.

Xia Zhaowu was walking here with four girls who were about her age. They saw someone selling paintings, and they were attracted by the bright colors and the unusually beautiful style of painting, although they did not conform to the way of painting. The five of them They walked over together, but Xia Zhaowu was stunned when he saw Liu Sang surrounded by children.

A girl in red next to him asked, "Zhao Wu, do you recognize him?"

Xia Zhaowu opened his mouth wide and shook his face stiffly: "No...know...know..."

Liu Sang said in a low voice, "Miss...do you want to buy paintings?" Get out, get out.

There was another taller girl in blue clothes who was older among the five girls and moved forward, saying in surprise, "These paintings..."

The girl in red smiled and said, "Although the painting looks good, but in terms of painting skills, it seems to be inferior."

The girl in blue said: "But it's not necessarily true." Picking up one of them and looking at it carefully, the more she looked at it, the more surprised she became. After a while, she said: "I'm afraid it takes my father-in-law to say whether these paintings are good or not. Buy two paintings and let him see them."

Another girl smiled and said: "Sister Qin, don't be funny. Who doesn't know that Old Doctor Qin presided over the Academy of Research for the imperial court. He is the number one painter in our country with excellent calligraphy and painting. How could this kind of street stall painting fall into his eyes?"

The woman called "Sister Qin" said with a smile: "The adoptive father has a weird temper, and his vision is different from ordinary people, but it's hard to say." He picked two paintings, asked the price, and paid the silver taels.

Liu Sang burst into tears, this is the first time he has sold a painting, sister, you are so kind, you are ten thousand times better than my sister-in-law.

"Sister Qin" walked forward while chatting with the other three, but Xia Zhaowu stayed behind, staring at Liu Sang, and suddenly said, "I'll buy one too, I want... this one." Picked one.

Liu Sang quickly finished the roll.

Xia Zhaowu took out a golden bean and put it on the stall: "You don't need to look for it." She grabbed the scroll with her slender hand, but couldn't grab it, so she stared at her brother-in-law.

The girl in red turned her head: "Zhaowu, hurry up."

Xia Zhaowu let out an "oh", continued to stare at her brother-in-law, and moved her mouth slightly:

let go...hand...

Liu Sang held on tight.

no... put...

Xia Zhaowu flew out from under her skirt and kicked on Liu Sang's leg. Liu Sang let go of her hand and covered her leg in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out. When she recovered, Xia Zhaowu had already run away.

This stinking girl...

I set up a stall for a while, but apart from those three paintings, I didn't sell anything else, but I helped draw several portraits of those children.

It was getting late, and Liu Sang was about to close his stall and go home, when a seven or eight year old girl looked at him pitifully.In desperation, Liu Sang drew another picture for her.The little girl put it away excitedly, but put another scroll in his hand: "This is for you."

Liu Sang shouted: "This is free..."

The little girl giggled and said, "I was asked to give this to you." Then she ran away.

Liu Sang spread out the scroll in doubt, and glanced at it.

Immediately afterwards, as if being poured by cold water, the whole person froze there...

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