Beauty's Devil Guard

Everyone's face was dull, and some of them felt like they were in the water town of Jiangnan in March. Staring at Zhang Yuanyuan's painting, all of them were lost and couldn't come back for a long time.

That painting is no longer a simple dry ink painting. It seems that you can hear the sound of the flowing water in the stream, and you can see the scene of the mist rising in the deep lanes in the south of the Yangtze River.

Just half a bowl of water splashing ink, this painting is completely different. Intoxicating, intoxicating and entering another world.

Zhu Sicheng was the first one to come back. His whole body immediately trembled, and a thick color of joy appeared on his thin face. Looking at Xiao Yi with burning eyes, he said with a trace of tremor: "this is the famous water moistening ink in landscape painting. Hasn't it been lost long ago?"

Some painting skills, with the change of times, have gradually become a legend. For example, Xiao Yi's new move of moistening ink has been lost. But when Zhu Sicheng looked through the ancient books, he heard that there was such a move to moisten the ink, which could make the thick ink dizzy and vivid.

Xiao Yi smile, mouth is still lazy way: "this move, I will be 12 years old. Is it lost? I really don't know. "

This kind of painting skill was taught by Xiao Yi's unscrupulous master long ago. So, it's not hard for him to do it.

Zhu Sicheng looked at Xiao Yi's lazy appearance and took a deep breath. He couldn't laugh or cry. I didn't expect to show such a shocking move. It turned out to be such a tired and lazy young man.

The conversation between them finally made this group of people come out of the painting one after another.

Shaking his head, a group of people looked up at Xiao Yi's young face. Then, some of the strangely bitter smile. This group of people all boast of their unique beauty and talent. At this moment, he was robbed of the limelight by such a humble young man.

"Yuanyuan, you can see clearly. This water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the charm of water vapor. " Xiao Yi looked up at the stunned Zhang Yuanyuan and said slowly.

Zhang Yuanyuan herself brought Xiao Yi here to participate in this exchange meeting, mainly to let Xiao Yi see how she can show her strengths, make a show and find a place. I'm much more accomplished in painting than in my own class.

At the beginning, Zhang Yuanyuan didn't understand Xiao Yi's sentence that there was less water in this painting. This meeting, looking at the water vapor rising and the smoke winding on the picture scroll, just like the fairyland in the world, I understood it in an instant.

"Well." Zhang Yuanyuan, convinced, nodded gravity. Through the observation of Xiao Yi's painting, she felt that she had some new experience in painting skills.

"Do you have a way to redraw this picture of flying kites on the river?" Zhu Sicheng took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Yi with fiery eyes, and his tone trembled.

"No problem." Xiao Yi nodded, and then began to shout: "ready to pen and paper."

Hearing Xiao Yi's greeting, he immediately put away the picture of Jiangnan Water Town in front of him. Lay the paper and grind the ink.

Xiao Yi's painting does not need those fancy pigments, but also does not need a series of preparatory work of color matching. Xiao Yi inherits the Chinese ink painting style. Now he picks up the prepared wolf's hair and gets the ink of yipinge. In the white porcelain plate, the ink was adjusted well, and the writing finger was solid and the palm was empty. On the laid Korean paper, the curtain was opened with a hook pen.

Center, side, forward, forward, Xiao Yi in the use of pen can be said to be flowing. Hook, wipe, point, lift, press, dye, no bone, Xiao Yi can be described as a myriad of changes in brushwork.

There are a lot of changes. Xiao Yi is a man of Flowing Clouds and flowing water. There is no sense of stagnation at all. On the Korean paper, a picture of flying kite on the river slowly emerges.

Thick ink is solid, light ink is empty. The contrast between the thick and the light, the virtual and the real.

Leave space, Xiao Yi choose a good position. Then, he wrote down the five words of "the picture of flying kite". Then, it is with small seal left that line of Poetry: swallow does not return, spring is late, a ting rain apricot cold..

The writing style is graceful.

With a slap, Xiao Yi dropped the wolf howling pen in his hand on Kaichang not far away, and said lazily, "come near Haosheng and have a look. What's the difference between my painting and yours? Let's see if what I told you is reasonable? "

He hesitated a little, then went forward. Bending over, he began to watch Xiaoyi's picture of flying kite.

The river is still that river, but there is no ink rendering. The pen is simple and comprehensive, and the long ink is freehand. Looking around, a river flows slowly. It seems that the sound of water flow can be heard.

River water is not urgent, but with the spirit of water, it is the Yangtze River in line with this season.

The sky is long and the sun is red. Thousands of kites are flying in the air. When the wind blows, the hunting sounds. The kite swayed in the air, but it still went up.

This painting seems to be alive. Let a person look, have atmosphere big and thin, spirit vigorous breath come. In addition, you can feel the vitality of spring and the vitality of kites from the lines.Open that picture of flying kite, it's a dead picture. Although the color is rich, but after all, it lacks a bit of spirituality. In just a few minutes, Xiao Yi's painting of flying kites on the river is a living one, full of vigor and vitality.

And Xiao Yi signed that line of words, is the finishing touch, just like a magic stroke. The writing style is majestic, the posture is horizontal, out of carelessness, is his palm two forget, has the most angry perfusion characteristics.

That line of small characters adds a bit of charm to this picture of flying kites.

Such a pair of ink painting, let a person look like a trip in spring. Looking at the kite flying up into the sky, looking at the sky blue and cloudless, looking at the river green turbulence, looking at the recovery of all things, the earth is full of vitality.

Even if there were a hundred people who were reluctant to open it, he finally gave a blunt clap and murmured, "it's a good painting, better than mine. I learned a lot from this painting. "

Listening to Gao Kaichang's words, Xiao Yi said with a smile: I understand a little.

Only at this time, although people have not gone to appreciate Xiao Yi's picture of flying kites on the river. However, from that open look change abnormal behavior, or vaguely aware of what.

The most successful part of a person is to win the respect of his opponent. At this moment, with this picture of flying kite on the river, Xiao Yi did it.

Zhang Yuanyuan sighed and shook her head. With Zhang Yuanyuan's understanding of that open, this young man has never admitted defeat. Among my peers, I have always been arrogant and arrogant. But now, in full view of the public, he admitted defeat to his opponent.

At the thought of this, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help looking up at the indifferent young man Xiaoyi. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands uneasily.

Then, Zhang Yuanyuan began to get close to it and looked down at the picture of flying kite on the river that Xiao Yi had just made with a brush.

However, at this moment, all young painters noticed the abnormality of this picture of flying kite on the river. One after another, they all rushed up to the table to see the magic of the flying kite on the river.

As a result, riots began to take place in the small building with red walls and green tiles. All of them are close to the desk. The area of the desk is so small that it is impossible for these people to gather around and see the authentic paintings.

So, these young people, start you push me to squeeze, forward after rush. All of a sudden, the scene became chaotic.

Zhu Sicheng, who most wanted to see Xiao Yi's painting, drew a bitter smile and shook his head. The vision exclaimed to see that not far away Xiao Yi, put up own thumb.

Xiao Yi, who was pushed away from the desk, looked out at the spring and murmured softly: "in fact, it's just a little understanding."

Xiao Yi knows his level. If he compares with his bad master, he will be different. At all, they are not at the same level. His master often gave all his paintings to widow Wang at the foot of the mountain for firewood. Master sternly told him not to tell, he taught Xiao Yi painting.

However, Xiao Yi's ability of smoking eyes and dyeing is enough to cope with this group of people. The exhibition has shocked the whole audience.

Slowly, a large group of young painters after watching, slowly scattered. Under the leadership of Zhu Sicheng, a group of old judges of the national young artists' painting skills exchange meeting began to slowly look at Xiao Yi's painting.

When Zhu Sicheng first looked at the painting on the table, he looked dignified. After a look, Zhu Sicheng suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on the Korean paper. Eyes close to the past, a close look at the details of this painting.

Nodding and smiling with satisfaction, he exclaimed, "it's worth the trip, it's worth the trip."

After a few words of emotion, it seems that Zhu Sicheng is not at ease. He took out his gold framed glasses from his arms and put them on. Look dignified, hot eyes, little by little to watch every detail of this painting.

The more he looked at it in this way, the more he found the greatness of the painting. There were bursts of excited light on the thin old face.

And, when you see the enjoyment, the hand pressing on the desk. At this moment, the fingers gently knock on the table, making a bang bang sound.