The best perspective expert

Chapter 56 The Goddess Has a Heart
Hearing that there was a gift, Tong Zhenzhen jumped up first, "Really? Really? What gift? Let me see."

Han Zhenyang smiled mysteriously, "Come with me."

After speaking, he got up and led everyone to his big study.

The study room is very large, nearly forty square meters, quite spacious, and has large floor-to-ceiling windows, which is exceptionally sunny. In the middle is an antique large table made of rosewood wood, surrounded by a few small circular carved stools. On the other hand, there is an official hat chair with four heads, which is also made of rosewood, and two large bookcases are placed against the wall, and the books inside are all left by his father.

Hanging on the wall is a horizontal scroll painting with a length of about two meters. The subject of the painting is very common, which is bamboo.

Bamboo occupies a very important position in traditional culture. It is combined with plum, orchid and chrysanthemum as the "Four Gentlemen", and with Meisong, it is called "Three Friends of Suihan". It has always been a symbol of tallness and strength. Perseverance, there are many literati who write bamboo poems and paintings to chant their ambitions.

Han Zhenyang is no exception. He started learning painting from painting bamboo. He is the best at painting bamboo, and he likes painting bamboo the most. The picture of a quiet bamboo forest on the wall was made by himself.

The entire picture is two meters long, and all the paintings on it are bamboos, otherwise how can it be called a bamboo forest?He knew very well that there are 99 bamboos drawn in this picture of the bamboo forest, and none of them have the same posture. It can be found that the thickness and height of each bamboo are different.

Of course, this is not the key point, the most important thing is that he successfully portrayed the quiet atmosphere in the bamboo forest, so that people can calm down just by looking at it.

Imagine what it would be like to stand alone in a quiet bamboo forest without a single sound?That is the essence of this painting, and what Han Zhenyang wants to portray.After all, it should be hung in the study and respected by quietness.

Facts have proved that this painting is indeed unusual. As soon as Qiao Shengnan and his wife entered the door, they couldn't help slowing down. Even Tong Zhenzhen, who was chattering, fell silent instantly. They walked into a quiet bamboo forest, for fear of breaking this rare situation. Tranquility, the moment they saw the painting, they even felt much refreshed all over their bodies, as if they could feel the breath from the bamboo forest.

A few seconds later, Qiao Shengnan broke the tranquility, "This painting is so good, it makes my breathing a lot easier. Which master's work is it?"

"That's right, it's amazing, I seem to have really seen a bamboo forest." This is Tong Zhenzhen.

"It looks a bit familiar, Zhenyang, you didn't draw it, did you?" This is Zhou Ruyi.

"It's signed, let me take a closer look, ah, is it really Xiao Han who drew it?" This is Yang Xinyue.

"Of course, my brother drew it by himself, and it took most of the day to draw it," said the proud voice of Han Xiaoyue.

Xu Qingqing was silent at the side, but her eyes were full of surprises. In her opinion, the best Chinese painters were white-haired old men in their 60s and [-]s. She never thought that Han Zhenyang, who was in his early twenties The young man can draw so well.

Although she doesn't understand painting, she knows that if she can intuitively feel the artistic conception contained in the painting, this painting must not be too bad.

Sure enough, Qiao Shengnan, who had some appreciation, opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Did you really draw it?" Seeing Han Zhenyang nodding, he immediately grabbed his wrist, "Don't do anything these days, just draw, draw thirty or fifty Zhang, use it to decorate our store."

Han Zhenyang opened his mouth, still thirty or fifty, are you planning to exhaust me to death?However, Han Zhenyang was also very happy that his craftsmanship was recognized by all the girls, "Is there any more? Each person has a pair of tailor-made high-quality paintings. The theme and style can be mentioned by yourself. If it's overdue, who will come first?" Sit down at the desk, pull out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and wave, "Xiaoyue, rub the ink."

Tong Zhenzhen snatched the inkstone, "I'll do it, I'll do it," then dripped some water into the inkstone, and started to grind it with the ink ingot. Not to mention, the movements were decent, obviously not an amateur.

Grinding ink is not just a simple grinding process. Not only must the force be even, but also the thickness of the ink should be controlled according to the needs. It can be said that it is a job that tests skills, and it is difficult for laymen to make good ink.

Seeing that Tong Zhenzhen's ink was not bad, Han Zhenyang laughed and said, "That's right, I'll give you the first one. Tell me, what theme do you want."

"Can any subject matter be used?" Tong Zhenzhen suddenly asked with a flushed face.

"Three views are upright," Han Zhenyang replied dumbfounded.

"What about love?"

"You can have this, and it's a very good theme. Things like Butterflies Flying Together, Lovebirds, Lian Lizhi, Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water are all love themes, and landscape paintings of characters such as Liang Zhu and the West Chamber are also love themes. Which one do you want? kind?"

"They want, the kind of brother Zhenyang and me," Tong Zhenzhen said shyly.

Han Zhenyang's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.

Han Xiaoyue stared at her best friend dumbfounded. She didn't expect this best friend to be so daring, and acted like a confession in front of so many people.

Zhou Ruyi, Qiao Shengnan, Yang Xinyue and the three daughters were dumbfounded. What's the matter?Is Han Zhenyang so popular?Even underage girls are attracted to him and cannot extricate themselves.It really is a playboy!
In an instant, the three girls rolled their eyes together, pinching, kicking, and pounding.

Han Zhenyang shook his head with a wry smile, just about to say something, but his heart moved, and he nodded, "Okay, wait a moment," he said, and began to mix ink, ready to paint.

"Ah?" Tong Zhenzhen stared at Han Zhenyang with sparkling eyebrows full of surprise, "Really?"

"Hehe, whether it's true or not, you'll know later," Han Zhenyang dipped in the ink with a smile, and started to do it with a wave of his pen.

What he paints are freehand brushwork, moreover, freehand brushwork, which focuses on meaning rather than shape, and does not use color. He simply draws the outline with the change of ink thickness and the blank space of the paper. He likes the ink to smudge on the rice paper the most. Feel.

Of course, he can also draw fine brushwork and small freehand brushwork, but fine brushwork is time-consuming, and every single stroke, color, and scene needs to be meticulous and time-consuming. Therefore, when time is not enough, he prefers to draw large-scale paintings. Freehand painting.

It's the same this time, after a moment of brewing, start immediately, writing like wind, ink falling like snow, thick or light ink faintly smudges on the rice paper, forming a beautiful black and white picture scroll.

"Why is it a landscape painting?" Tong Zhenzhen asked suspiciously, thinking that Han Zhenyang was teasing her.

Han Zhenyang smiled and continued to work.

On the whole, this is indeed a landscape painting. The main body of the painting is a continuous mountain with jagged rocks and lush forests. A waterfall pours down from the top of the mountain, falls into the pool at the foot of the mountain, and then flows into a winding river. A big river, and a few small sailboats can be vaguely seen on the river.

The standard landscape scroll has nothing to do with love no matter how you look at it.

However, Han Zhenyang didn't explain, and it was not until the end that he outlined a plank road leading directly to the top of the mountain in the blank space, and then outlined a small pavilion on the top of the mountain with a few strokes.

So far, the whole painting seems to be completed. There are mountains and waters, birds and sails, strange rocks and trees, plank roads and pavilions. It looks very simple, but with the appearance of pavilions, the whole painting The artistic conception of the painting came out immediately.But what has it to do with love?
However, Han Zhenyang didn't stop, and dipped some more ink, tapped a few strokes in the small pavilion, the tip of the pen shook twice quickly, and two small figures appeared in the small pavilion.The image of the characters was extremely crude, and only a rough outline could be seen, but Qiao Shengnan and the others were impressed and applauded in unison.

"I finally understand what is the finishing touch."

"That's right, just now I felt that this painting seemed to lack something, but now I understand that it lacks people."

"What are the two people you just drew? Are you drawing?"

Han Zhenyang chuckled, "Look carefully, and you will know what they are doing."

When the ink stopped dizzying, everyone looked at it again, and then their eyes kept wandering around Han Zhenyang and Tong Zhenzhen. Yang Xinyue was convinced: "There are two characters in the painting, one big and one small, who are also painting, one is painting, and the other is grinding ink. It's really amazing. It matches," the tone was full of appreciation, but no matter how it sounded, it sounded a little pantothenic.

When Tong Zhenzhen heard this, she leaned over to observe carefully with bright eyes, and then jumped up in surprise, "It's really me, it's really me."

Although the villain in the painting is relatively abstract, its expression is extremely lifelike. People who are familiar with it can recognize it at a glance.

This is the charm of freehand painting. It looks abstract, but its charm is not abstract at all. It can still achieve the point of what the painting looks like, but this image does not refer to the shape, but to the charm.With Shen Yun, even abstract paintings can be understood.

This painting of Han Zhenyang is very wonderful. It not only perfectly restores the picture of Tong Zhenzhen rubbing ink painted by Han Zhenyang into the painting, but also moves the scene from the study room to the small pavilion on the top of the mountain. Not surprising.

Of course, the most important thing is to post the title.

It seems that one is painting and the other is grinding ink, and there are two little people, one big and one small, but the little people are just a small detail of tilting their heads sideways, which vividly portrays Tong Zhenzhen's admiration with a little sadness, without Leaving the theme of "love", but it is not a common happy relationship, but a secret love.

At the same time, the painter was sitting upright, without looking sideways, and focused on painting the landscape in front of him, which also implicitly showed Han Zhenyang's thoughts.

Thinking about it this way, a seemingly landscape-themed painting immediately turned into a love painting of "the goddess has a heart, but the king has no dreams".

But this painting can only be understood by the person involved. Tong Zhenzhen's pleasantly surprised smile immediately became darker. The little girl's mind was clear. When Han Zhenyang mentioned it a little, she understood the meaning of the painting.

Qiao Shengnan is a person who knows how to paint, and he understands it. He snorted softly, gave Han Zhenyang a look of "you have a conscience", and then urged: "Quickly sign, I haven't seen your seal yet. The painting is so good. The seal should be good too, right? What kind of material is it?"

(End of this chapter)