Enter the Room

  Chapter 100

   Song Jiyun couldn't laugh or cry.

  Even if the Fulu gourd bottle is a celebrity calligraphy and painting provided by Tuo's Hong family, it still needs to be finely adjusted according to the shape and size of the vessel, so as not to deviate from the artistic conception of the original painting. How can it be painted casually?

  Yuan Yunzhong had already turned around and called the boy to help her get paints and palettes, and urged her: "Start early, finish painting early."

  Seeing that he insisted, Song Jiyun had no choice but to change his mind, and ordered Xiangzan to notify the chief manager and chief shopkeeper of the kiln factory to come to discuss matters tomorrow morning.

  Xiang Hairpin and Little Six went away together.

  Song Jiyun adjusted the colors, spread out a piece of rice paper, sat in front of the desk, and began to draw sketches.

  Yuan Yunzhong stood behind her calmly with his hands behind his back.

  Thin outline pen outlines smooth lines.

In the white porcelain plate, eosin and vermilion are blended into orange-tinged vermilion, while anthocyanin and gamboge are blended into deep and light oil green, light green, and emerald green, like a spring forest, layer upon layer. Gradually dyed, green and fresh.

  Her thumb and index finger hold a dyeing pen, and between the index finger, **** and tiger's mouth is a clear water pen.

  Large patches of green are spread on the yellowish rice paper.

  The oily green is the veins, the emerald green is the leaves, and the light green is the leaf tips.

  She flipped her middle finger, and the staining pen and clear water pen changed positions.

  Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows.

  Song Cumulus painted the colors seriously.

  Clear water brush gently smudges the outlined shoots, making it appear almost invisible green.

  She flipped her **** again, and the clear water pen and the staining pen changed positions again.

  Light green shoots, beginning to be dotted with vermilion small fruits.

   Gorgeous and cute.

  At first glance, it looks the same as the dogwood fruit in the original painting, but when you look at it again, it looks a little more charming than the original painting.

  A flash of surprise flashed across Yuan Yunzhong's expression, and he asked after a while, "Did you draw that plantain arhat?"

   Song Jiyun, who was concentrating on it, was shocked.

   With a flick of the pen, Xiao Guo's painting was crooked.

  She thought for a while, and drew half an oil-green leaf on the crooked position of Xiaoguo's painting, then raised her head and thought for a moment, and said, "You mean the Arhat picture on the Arhat Cup in the kiln's elegant room?"

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

  Song Jiyun smiled and said: "Why do you think that the plantain arhat was drawn by me?"

  Yuan Yunzhong "hummed" and said, "That Arhat is too elegant."

   Is the coloring of the banana leaves behind the arhat too soft?

  She has seen the changes of porcelain in later generations and fell in love with pastels. Influenced by the elegance and warmth of pastels, I like to paint flowers, and the style of painting is soft and bright.

  Song Jiyun dipped some vermilion paint again, raised his head with a smile and asked him: "Is it so obvious?"

  At that time, she had just started to copy her father's paintings, and the style of painting was obviously inclined to her father's broad-mindedness and ease.

   Yuan Yunyuan lowered his head slightly.

  Looking at it from his angle, Song Jiyun's beautiful eyebrows are like feather tails, which are carefully drawn from the arch of the eyebrows to the tail of the eyebrows, showing a kind of reserved charm.

   His heart skipped a beat.

   Breathing is tight.

He couldn't help standing up straight, took a deep breath, and said: "It's okay! But I have been traveling around with my grandfather since I was a child, and I have seen many treasures from aristocratic families. Maybe others can't see it, but I can see it at a glance. ..."

  The voice reached his ears, and he realized that his tone was hurried, his words were confused, and his words were not expressive.

  He squeezed his lips together tightly.

   Look at Song Cuiyun again.

  She didn't seem to notice his strangeness, and was carefully examining the dogwood picture she drew.

  He breathed a sigh of relief before he knew it.

   Then he coughed a little uncomfortably, and recovered his voice: "It will be more obvious when you look at it with a few other Arhat cups."

  Song Jiyun felt something strange about him.

   But she couldn't make up her mind for a while whether to draw a branch at the top dogwood fruit, and when she was distracted, she ignored this sentence.

  She simply asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Do you think it is necessary to draw a tree branch here?"

  Yuan Yunzhong glanced at it, and said, "Don't overdo it."

  Song Jiyun still believed in his aesthetics, put down his pen, and admired it carefully for a while.

   It is right not to add that branch.

  The whole picture is lively and playful.

  She got up and asked Yuan Yunzhong: "What do you think?"

  Yuan Yunzhong said: "It's too complicated. Make it simpler. Draw a few leaves less, and the coloring can be done faster."

  Song Jiyun choked, and said after a while: "The picture still needs to be beautiful."

  Yuan Yunzhong took a look at her, sat in front of the desk, spread out a new piece of rice paper, skillfully replaced the outline pen and dyeing pen between his fingers, and quickly drew a picture of dogwood.

   "Look," he stood up, put the dogwood drawing she drew together with the one he just drew, and said, "Which one is easier?"

  Yuan Yunzhong's painting style is obviously different from that of Song Cuiyun.

  His paintings are more concise and lively.

  Under the few branches and leaves, there are clumps of dogwood fruit.

  There are many fruits and few leaves.

   It is taken from the dogwood fruit that fell beside the stone in Taihu Lake in that painting.

  He also said: "This dogwood is drawn one by one, and a skilled painter can draw hundreds of them in a day."

   The meaning of perfunctory is beyond words.

  Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing, and said, "How disgusting you are!"

  However, there are rare times when he does not dislike it.

  Yuan Yunzhong said indifferently: "Who made the Hong family belong to gourds and dogwoods?"

  In addition to the meaning of blessing, gourd also means continuous melons and prosperous descendants. Cornel is also a symbol of good luck, exorcising evil and avoiding disasters. All best wishes and wishes.

  Song Jiyun said: "Then your choice of picture is better—Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, and five grains are plentiful."

   "Oh!" Yuan Yunzhong said expressionlessly, "There are many fruits, the fruit that fell to the ground!"

  He said this, but it reminded people that when things reach extremes, things will turn against each other, and when the moon is full, there will be losses.

  You can see thousands of people and thousands of methods.

   Song Jiyun thought it was quite interesting.

   She laughed.

  The corners of the eyes and eyebrows are flying.

   It was the first time Yuan Yunzhong saw her smile like this.

  It was as if the sun was shining on her face, comfortable and bright.

  He looked at her unchanged, but there was a faint light in the bottom of his eyes that even he didn't know.

  But Song Jiyun thought that the Hong family was headed by Hong Xi's grandfather, and Yuan Yunzhong's paintings might be more popular with the old man.

   "That's good!" she said, "I'll use your drawing later."

Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal, but when Little Six came over with the bottle of gourd, he drew several bottles of gourd with his own hands, arranged them in a row on the desk, and said to Cumulus, "Choose the one that is pleasing to the eye. "

  He draws lightly with a brush to make a leaf, and with a single stroke, it becomes a dogwood fruit. Not only does he draw quickly and well, but he also draws almost exactly the same, without obvious differences.

  Song Jiyun hurriedly praised: "They all look good. I look pretty good."

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded reservedly, and said: "Then choose one at random."

  How can you choose one at random?

   These are the fruits of his labor.

  Song Jiyun leaned over and said, "I'd better choose one carefully!"

  She also jokingly said: "How about we keep the best paintings?"

  Yuan Yunzhong didn't hum.

   Just when Song Jiyun thought he objected, he suddenly let out a "huh".

  The voice was gentle and elegant, and seemed to have a bit of joy.

  Song Jiyun looked up in surprise.

  Yuan Yunzhong's dark eyes were calm and calm, and his complexion was as usual.

   If it hasn’t been updated at 12 o’clock in the evening, it’s probably not written. I'll make up the next day for updates owed the previous day. Let’s see it the next day ^O^

   PS: I didn’t have time to proofread this chapter today, and the proofreading version may have to wait until the afternoon. Let me explain to you, please bear with me.

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