Beauty's Devil Guard

Zhu Sicheng, the chief judge, commented on each young painter's paintings face to face. Both praise and criticism are to make every young painter gain something.

Only Zhang Yuanyuan and the two open paintings didn't shout them to the front of them for a good comment.

"Yuanyuan, we stay at the end. Then, it is proved that we are the two most hopeful to win the top three. " This open a little not nervous, eyes from time to time in Zhang Yuanyuan body up and down scan up. It seems that I want to peel off Zhang Yuanyuan's clothes and see the spring light above the double abundance inside.

After waiting so long, Zhang Yuanyuan became more and more nervous. Unconsciously, the palm is Qinchu a layer of cold sweat.

At the same time, the famous painter Zhu Sicheng, the chief judge of the meeting, finally called: "Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Kaizhang, come here."

All of a sudden, Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Kaifa walked past. Xiao Yi stands aside with no interest, and has no intention of going forward. Unexpectedly, Zhu Sicheng, who was sitting in front of the case, fixed his eyes on Xiao Yi and continued to call, "young man, come here, too."

Xiao Yi slightly a Leng, with full of questions, walked past.

When the three men stepped forward, Zhu Sicheng first spread the open painting on the table. Xu said, "the young man commented on the painting just now."

As soon as Zhu Sicheng talked about it, he immediately opened his mouth and said, "he's just a bunch of nonsense. Mr. Zhu, it's not true. "

Zhu Sicheng for open this hasty excuse, just a smile. Then, he looked up at Xiao Yi and said, "young, what's your name?"

"Xiao Yi, elegant Yi." Xiao Yi raised his head. He could not figure out the meaning of the famous painter in front of him and announced his name.

Zhu Sicheng wrote down Xiao Yi's name in his heart, then nodded and said, "your comments on Zhang Kai's painting can be said to be thorough. This painting, thick ink, thick color, color skills are all outstanding. But, as you say, it's a facade. The agility of flying kite on the river is not shown in the paintings. It looks like the river has stopped flowing. And the flying kite doesn't have the feeling of lightness and swaying. "

Hearing Zhu Sicheng's words, his open face was dull. In an instant, the blood flowed back and filled his white face. This moment, open that white, complexion white in turn red. It looks like a girl in spring.

Open some incredible looked at Xiao Yi, and then looked at the smiling Zhu Sicheng. The whole person took a breath and rubbed his hands uneasily.

Just now, I still said that Xiao Yi was just a bunch of nonsense. Zhu Sicheng's words were like a loud slap in the face.

If someone else, this may also have the courage to doubt. However, Zhu Sicheng was the vice president of the domestic art association. More than 30 art exhibitions have been held, which are deeply recognized and loved by the audience. Zhu Sicheng's paintings are deep in meaning and novel in composition. He is good at using thick ink and rendering methods to integrate water, ink and color to achieve a lush and majestic effect. On the basis of the traditional techniques, it has played a role of inheriting the past and opening up the future for the contemporary landscape painting.

In the contemporary painting world, Zhu Sicheng is a very important figure. No matter how hard he disagrees, he can't doubt Zhu Sicheng's appreciation.

"As for the girl's painting, it's really a little dry." At this meeting, Zhu Sicheng took out the painting of Zhang Yuanyuan and said slowly: "Xiao Yi's comments are very right. As the saying goes, "the south of the Yangtze River is good, the scenery used to be familiar with; the flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you remember Jiangnan. Many literati and poets, in the description of Jiangnan, are inseparable from the charm of water vapor. Crisscross rivers and lakes. No matter what, you can't do without water. But your painting is too dry. Without the charm of water vapor and the charm of Jiangnan Water Town. "

All of a sudden, Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Kaikai looked at each other. His face was dull, as if he had muscular atrophy. Eyes in the eyes, with a thick surprise and a thick fear.

From the beginning to the end, they just regard Xiao Yi as a little follower. From the bottom of my heart, I despise Xiao Yi's words. Even if Xiao Yi had a reasonable comment on the two paintings, they didn't take them seriously. Xiao Yi is just talking nonsense.

However, in this moment, Zhu Sicheng heard the same words. The two finally found out that what Xiao Yi said was true. Can't help looking at Xiaoyi and taking a breath of cool air.

This moment, two people look at Xiao Yi's eyes are so solemn, so dignified.

But Zhang Kai thinks of his ridicule of Xiao Yi, his arrogance and arrogance, and vows that Xiao Yi is just a bunch of nonsense. His little white face was as red as the red sun outside.Always proud of the open, this moment would like to dig a hole to drill in.

"Xiao Yi, do you really know a little about painting?" Zhang Yuanyuan was the first to react. She raised her eyes to Xiao Yi and asked carefully.

Xiao Yi gently smile, looking at the opposite Zhang Yuan, is still lazy way: "really, just a little understand. My interest is not in painting. "

Zhu Sicheng saw that Xiao Yi was so modest, and the color of appreciation in his eyes became more and more bright. With a slight tremor, he stood up from the chair and asked expectantly, "can you revise these two paintings, Xiao Yi? In other words, can you draw a picture for us on the spot to broaden our horizons? "

Zhu Sicheng, the chief judge, was so excited that he looked at the judges with white hair on one side. They were all in a daze and looked at Zhu Sicheng in surprise.

Zhu Sicheng is highly respected. He has always held a wait-and-see attitude towards the young generation of painters. However, this will see Xiao Yiru's sharp eyes. In the heart, slightly gave birth to a bit of expectation, a bit of palpitation.

"Yuanyuan, I can revise it. As for the picture of flying kites on the river, I can draw another one. " Xiao Yi smiles and says slowly, "but I'm not interested in painting. In these years, I seldom paint at all. If you are not satisfied at that time, I hope Haihan can help you. After all, I just know a little bit. "

"Nothing." Zhu Sicheng was full of expectations for Xiao Yi at this meeting, and said generously: "I just want to see an excellent judge. How about your own painting skills? "

In fact, Zhu Sicheng still has some scruples in his heart. He is afraid that these three people collude to make Xiao Yi like him. So, this meeting he wants to see the true level of Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi gently smiles and takes Zhang Yuanyuan's painting. Then, lay it flat on the table. No writing, no color matching. Instead, he picked up half a bowl of water.

In an instant, all the young painters gathered around the small building with red walls and green tiles. In the middle, Xiao Yi suddenly became the focus of the public.

"What does he want to do?"

"What can half a bowl of water do?"

"Is he thirsty?"

……

All these people began to whisper for a while. For Xiao Yi not color, not writing behavior some feel incredible. On the contrary, I picked up the half bowl of water and couldn't understand it. Even some people doubt whether Xiaoyi is thirsty.

Just as everyone was in an uproar, Xiao Yi put his finger into the bowl. Then, take out the finger with a little bit of crystal water. Gently flick your finger, and suddenly the crystal clear water drops on your finger begin to fall on Zhang Yuanyuan's landscape painting.

"Yuanyuan, this move is called splashing water and moistening ink. You have to have a good look."

When Xiao Yi helped Zhang Yuanyuan to revise the Jiangnan landscape painting, he could not help but gently teach Zhang Yuanyuan.

Drop by drop, all of the water dropped on the paper, wetting the ink. Suddenly, the rich ink began to spread a little.

All over the paper, it got wet for a while. After the ink fainted, it brought a little moisture to the painting.

Playing, Xiao Yi's eyes focus on Zhang Yuanyuan's painting. Sometimes I put my finger into the half bowl of water, and sometimes I flicked the water on my finger to Zhang Yuanyuan's painting.

The whole scene was silent. All of them are staring at Xiao Yi's miraculous scene. Even in the jury, the old men stroked their eyes and stood up from the chair with a look of panic.

"You have less water in this painting. Well, I'll pour it on you. It's just that we have to pay attention to the weight and weight of this wave. This paper is too fragile after all, so be careful not to steal the rice. Destroy the paper and the artistic conception of the whole picture. If you touch your fingers with drops of water, you have to pay attention to the quickness of your hand, the lightness of your strength, and the uniformity of your falling into the water. "

When Xiao Yi taught Zhang Yuanyuan these key points, he finally put down the half bowl of water. Then, with a smile, looking at a pair of eyes, he said calmly, "OK."

All of a sudden, the eyes of all the people in the red wall green tile building looked at Zhang Yuanyuan's landscape painting on the desk.

I can only see that painting, now it looks like. The lines are fine and the colors are gorgeous and elegant. The color of ink is faint and full of beauty. Water Congcong such as hengdai, far mountain more positive, fold down potential, fog winding. The top of the mountain is a dense forest, the water is a big rock, the stream and mountain are deep and empty, and the water is sound. It seems that it is after the heavy rain that the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, which is hazy in the fog, cannot be won.