my korean savage wife

Chapter 220 Lovely Grandpa

Sudan Qing pointed to the white paper: "This time I am going to create a large-scale oil painting with the theme of "Art Spring". It is divided into four consecutive parts. I have already finished the drafts of the first three parts."

Looking at the white paper, the front three-quarters of the white paper have been drawn with a pencil. From the perspective of the structure, one can already feel a grand momentum, which is worthy of the master's handwriting.

My eyes focused on the blank part: "Grandpa Su, haven't you thought about the draft of this part yet?"

Sudan Qing laughed and said, "This part is for you."

"Me?" I looked at Sudan Qing with doubts.

Sudan Qing nodded solemnly: "The title of this part is "The Dead Tree Comes Spring". You conceive it yourself and complete it yourself."

"Grandpa Su, I'm afraid..."

Sudan Qing stared at me with wide eyes: "Don't shrink back!!! Art requires courage, if you don't even have the courage to try, why learn art!"

I give up all worries: "Okay, I'll give it a try then."

Sudan Qing laughed heartily: "Good! Good! Good! Just treat it as a homework and complete it! Let's go." He said while putting away the blank paper.

"where to?"

"Go to my house."

It happened that I had a car, so that Sudan Qing would not need to call the driver, so I drove Sudan Qing directly to his house.

"Let's say goodbye to your car for a while! You won't be using it for two weeks." After getting off the car, Sudan Qing said humorously.

I patted the roof of the car: "Good guy, goodbye."

Sudan Qing smiled with satisfaction: "In my eyes, all things are alive and full of vitality. When I reproduce them with my brush, what I show is their life, not a rigid appearance. .”

His words were refreshing and I realized something profound.

Sudan Qing opened the door and invited me in: "You will stay at my house for the next two weeks. Go, I will take you to visit my studio now." His enthusiasm and vitality are no less than that of young people .

The studio is a bit messy, maybe this is a common problem for all artists.Still, they often find inspiration in mess, and they love irregularity.

"It's a bit messy, be careful where you step." Su Danqing turned on the fluorescent light in the studio, "Little girl Rong'er often says to me, Grandpa, you are a typical art genius and an idiot in life!" He imitated Rong'er's tone vividly, which made me laugh .Although he is over sixty years old, he is still as lively as a child.

"Don't look at this girl who is usually crazy. When I was in the United States, she took care of me. She was studying in New York, and I studied art in New York. It has been ten years in a flash." No wonder Sudan Qing and Rong'er have a deep relationship.

However, I didn't expect Rong'er, a savage princess, to take care of others.

"I thought you lived in San Francisco."

"Oh~ that's when I went to see a friend. Actually, I live in New York most of the time. The art exhibition you visited was the last art exhibition I held in the United States before returning to China." Sudan Qing said, his hands and feet didn't stop After a while, the special canvas for oil painting coated with primer has been fixed on the frame.

Sudan Qing picked up the pencil: "I'm going to start drawing the first part of 'Wild Willows Striving for Spring', and spread the draft I drew in school just now in front of me."

I didn't dare to neglect, so I hurriedly took out the roll of drawing paper, spread it out carefully, and fixed it with a drawing board.

Sudan Qing stared at the drawing paper for nearly 10 minutes, and then began to compose and position on the canvas, drawing a rough outline shape.The strokes are extremely smooth, which may be related to his profound sketching skills.

He frowned, his expression was extremely serious, and he was very absorbed in the painting, as if he had completely forgotten my existence.

After drawing the outline, he breathed a long sigh of relief, took two steps back and looked at the canvas, and asked me, "What do you think? It's okay to say boldly, just like criticizing my oil paintings in New York last time."

I think there is no flaw in the composition, and I can only pay attention to the details: "Is the river here going to run through the four parts of the whole picture?"

"That's right. Your part of the river in 'Dead Trees in Spring' is going to connect with the river in the third part. The whole picture has to be coherent, so we can only complete the parts in order."

I nodded: "I see. What I want to say is, since the surface of the river has folds blown by the wind, shouldn't the branches of the willows by the river also flutter with the wind to look more natural?" Woolen cloth?"

Sudan Qing clapped his palms with a look of sudden realization: "Yes, you are right! You are really good at it!" He hurriedly made changes on the canvas, and then asked me, "Is this all right?"

I smiled: "This is much better."

Sudan Qing laughed happily like a child, and almost danced like a child.

"It's almost time, let's go to dinner."

Only then did I realize that before I knew it, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Grandpa, you are so annoying. Every time before eating, there is a smell of paint." Unexpectedly, Rong'er was also at home.

Su Danqing laughed and said, "You think grandpa is a painter? This is the smell of paint."

"No matter what the smell is, it doesn't smell good anyway, go and change clothes!!!"

In fact, no paint was used today, mainly because the paint smell in Sudan Qing's studio was relatively strong, and the smell was absorbed by the clothes after staying for a long time.

Sudan Qing shook his head helplessly: "No way, Sun Yu, come with me to my room to change clothes."

Rong'er stopped me: "Sun Zhen doesn't need to change."

Sudan Qing looked surprised: "Why?"

"Hee hee," Rong'er hugged my arm, "I just like to smell his body."

Sudan Qing pretended to be aggrieved: "Look, treat them differently, right? You make me so sad."

"Okay, okay, it's time to eat." Rong'er's mother pinched Rong'er's neck from behind, "I'm messing around with grandpa again."

It turned out that Rong'er knew that I was helping Sudan Qing to paint, and would stay at her house for two weeks, so she took the bus home from school.

"Shanmei is gone, it's boring for me to stay in a dormitory by myself, I might as well go home."

See, for good reason.

"Sun Yu, I don't have any spare rooms in my house, so you can share a room with me tonight." Su Danqing ate his food, "If you don't want to, then you can only share a room with Rong'er."

"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about!" Rong'er's face turned red, making Sudan Qing laugh out loud.

(End of this chapter)