Hello Chang’an

Chapter 116 Tiger

A green color begins to spread out in the upper left corner of the drawing paper, and a corner of the mountain forest appears on the paper.

There is nothing surprising about the green mountains and forests, but what is surprising lies in the painting techniques and the use of colors!

I can see that the green is supplemented by ink, and the color depth is extremely well controlled. What is painted is the color of the deep and quiet mountains and forests.

As the girl dipped her pen in ink and landed on the paper one after another, it was as if a pair of giant hands were slowly unfolding the mountain forest, presenting it to everyone bit by bit.

In this mountain forest, there are towering ancient trees with vigorous and majestic twisting branches, tall and straight green pines, and wattle bushes growing wildly and intertwined.

And as the mountain and forest scenery that occupies half of the painting paper gradually becomes complete, it adds a sense of simplicity to the deep silence.

quaint…

Qiao Jijiu, who was fascinated by what he saw, was shocked when these two words appeared in his mind.

According to him, this so-called simple artistic conception has always been the most difficult to paint...

Representing this artistic conception requires not only painting skills, but also the person who paints needs to have a settled mind, and it is even more necessary to integrate this mind into the brush, first turning nothing into something, and then turning something into nothing... Although it sounds confusing to talk about it, but it is really like this What a meaning!

At the fence on the third floor, the crowd was already noisy.

"I really didn't expect that... Miss Chang's painter would be so good..."

"It's already extraordinary to see only half of this mountain forest..."

Seeing Qiao Yang dazed for a long time and the conversation upstairs getting louder, Yao Yi couldn't help but step forward.

But after just one glance, I was stunned.

He suppressed the sudden ups and downs in his heart and turned to look at Qiao Jijiu. He felt it was unbelievable - as a teacher, he didn't know such excellent painting skills? How on earth could this be hidden!

Perhaps due to drinking, Qiao Jijiu felt a little dazed at this moment. He glanced at the girl who was still painting, then grabbed Chang Sui'an's arm and pulled her aside. News.

"...Who did Sui Ning learn painting from in recent years?" Qiao Jijiu stared at Chang Sui'an closely and lowered his voice and asked, "Who did she ask to be her husband?"

Chang Sui'an was puzzled for a moment: "My sister has never had a husband in recent years."

My sister used to be too quiet. The two gentlemen who invited her left the house when she was thirteen years old. After that, my sister liked to study alone.

"Then why is there such a big improvement?" Qiao Jijiu couldn't hide his surprise.

Although he said he didn't know how the child's painting skills were, that was because he didn't know how he was doing in recent years, but he was the third father after all, so it was impossible for him to know anything about the child - this child was the one he watched. Growing up, although he liked poetry, calligraphy and painting, he could not be said to be outstanding.

As he got older, he saw that the child liked to be quiet and only enjoyed poetry, calligraphy and painting for his own pleasure, so he did not interfere too much.

But who knew what he saw today would surprise him!

Comparing before and after, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has opened spiritual wisdom!

On the other hand, Sui'an is quite calm. He must know the reason for Sui Ning's rapid progress in calligraphy and painting -

Qiao Jijiu waited for Chang Sui'an's answer for a moment.

"Uncle Qiao said that Ning Ning paints very well?" Chang Sui An said in a tone of "Isn't this normal?" "But isn't Ning Ning a genius? As early as when Ning Ning painted her first painting when she was young, , I told Dad and Uncle Qiao about this."

Qiao Jijiu: "..."

The kind of genius in his eyes was completely different from the kind of genius that was only visible to him because his sister had blinded him!

Obviously there was nothing he could ask, so Qiao Jijiu quickly returned to the desk.

During the time he left, the girl writing the pen had already added "living things" to the paper - several apes climbing or squatting on the big trees.

The color the girl used to draw the monkeys was more brown and less ink, depicting clever, naughty and wild monkeys.

No matter where they are or what posture they are in, their eyes are all looking at the same place at this moment - it is still blank, and they don't know what will be painted on it.

Then, the girl changed her pen and picked up the one used for dipping green ink.

She traced a clump of twigs and green leaves where the monkeys were watching.

When the branches and leaves are ready, change the pen and dip it in red ink, and the round red beans will appear under the pen.

Yao Xia and others were slightly surprised.

There was also a burst of discussion on the third floor above.

Someone on the second floor glanced up and said dissatisfiedly: "What are these people yelling about? They are only disturbing the little girl's painting!"

"That's right..."

I really can't stand the fuss made by these people on the third floor... because they can't see the people on the second floor!

Although the reaction of those on the third floor has already aroused curiosity, but it’s hard for so many people to come forward, right?

But fortunately, they secretly recommended someone with a thick skin - the word "recommendation" mainly lies in the word "push".

The young scholar who was pushed out shamelessly came to the desk and looked at it, and couldn't help but stare.

It wasn't until he could no longer bear the sight of those young ladies chasing people away that he returned to the crowd.

"How?" everyone asked.

The scholar nodded: "Excellent..."

"What's so good about it?"

The scholar seemed to have come back to his senses: "I also drew the red bean!"

Did you draw red beans too?

I had previously guessed that it would be a large-scale ink painting, and I thought I would avoid color ink—but who knew that what I painted was a large-scale color ink painting.

Previously, I guessed that I wanted to paint a large landscape and avoid the small scene of red beans... but now I also painted red beans?

"But it's not just this..." The scholar did not dare to speak loudly but could not hide his surprise: "This red bean is not that red bean. Although they are both red beans, the artistic conception is completely different!"

Everyone felt even more itchy after hearing this: "Speak more clearly..."

"It's impossible to explain!"

The red bean used to describe the red bean was mixed with some dark colors by Chang Sui Ning.

At this moment, the red beans of different sizes in her painting are still bright and shiny, but the color is darker, which is more in line with the entire deep mountain forest.

The scene in the painting is extremely quiet, but the scene in the building gradually becomes noisy.

Listening to more and more amazing compliments from the third floor, Mrs. Duan finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward.

Wei Miaoqing hesitated for a moment, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly followed.

The scholar who was pushed out earlier felt that everything in front of him was the scene in the painting. Unable to bear it, he stepped forward again.

As long as he loses his face, the eyes of those little ladies will not be able to drive him away!

At this time, Wei Shuyi finally got up from the mat, straightened his clothes and sleeves, and walked forward.

He slowly came to the left side of Chang Suining's desk and lowered his eyes to look at the half-finished painting. The smile on his face gradually faded. The scene in the painting seemed to have entered his eyes, dyeing his eyes deeply. How much.

Wei Shilang, the Minister of Dongtai, is known to everyone as an eloquent person who can talk about life and death.

But at this time, his praise was even calm.

Or it can no longer be called praise.

For him, praise mostly comes from top to bottom.

He looked quietly at the hand that splashed ink on the paper.

She bent slightly and moved the pen on the paper, sometimes swiping and splashing, sometimes changing the pen to outline in detail. She was very focused on the painting, but she did not hesitate every time she started writing, but every stroke was accurate. They all landed firmly where they should appear. This requires extraordinary painting skills.

Just like a seemingly simple line, it is not easy to draw it accurately until you start writing.

At this moment, Wei Shuyi's eyes were extremely calm, like a deep mountain in a painting.

However, it is different inside. Just like the mountain water stream she is describing, the sound of rapids echoes.

He is a genius recognized by the world. He became famous when he was young and became an official at a young age. Perhaps he has experienced too many things too early. Even though he is gentle and easy-going on the outside, he is critical and arrogant in his heart. It is even difficult to look at anything with a true appreciation. There are very few people and things that can make him feel fresh.

So when Hezhou first met her, he was curious and curious about her because she felt fresh.

To put it inappropriately, it seems that the bored cat finally encountered a bold little mouse to relieve his boredom.

Wei Shuyi quietly looked at the wrist holding the pen.

But she was no little mouse—he had known that the first time he saw his own self-righteousness in her eyes.

But now, it's different again.

He believed that she had the power of self-certification today because he happened to know that she was good at using two kinds of handwriting, and it was difficult to see the clues in ordinary people - the same is true for calligraphy and painting, so even if the picture of a girl with red beans was really hers, she wanted to draw it It shouldn't be difficult to create a seemingly completely different painting.

Although there are so many scribes here, it is difficult to hide it from everyone easily, but since she is so calm, she must be confident.

But he only thought that her grasp was to widen the gap in details and artistic conception, or that the painting was just to delay time, and he would soon secretly find other evidence to prove that the man was lying -

As for what he saw now, it was something he had never imagined.

After she drew such a picture, or even just half of a picture... she no longer needed anyone to identify and prove anything for her.

But she seems to have more than just this in mind.

She also drew the outline of the girl, between the red beans and the mountain stream.

More and more people came around.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd..." Yao Xia was busy maintaining order, secretly annoyed that although Wei Shilang was extremely beautiful, he was not a good example. Seeing him coming, those people followed him!

The idea of ​​​​the literati is very simple - Wei Shilang starts first, and the law does not punish the others!

They tried to be as quiet as possible, leaning their heads to look at the drawing paper on the desk.

That may no longer be called drawing paper.

The girl created a lifelike deep mountain forest with her pen, and just one glance at it will draw people into it, as if there are really the sounds of apes and the sound of streams in their ears.

But what is surprising is that the girl in the girl's painting only stands still with her back, the outline is extremely simple, and she is wearing ink clothes, with no other colors visible.

This is a color and ink painting. The artist was very good at using colors, but he did not hesitate to add any bright color to the girl in the painting.

Why is this?

But everyone's attention was focused more on the blank space in the center of the painting.

At this time, the girl put down her pen and moved her wrist.

Then he asked: "Is there any tea?"

"Yes, yes...!" Qiao Jijiu suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly asked someone to bring the tea - if he hadn't known that his old arms and legs were too slow to run, he would have wished he could have done it himself!

At this point, half an hour has passed since Chang Suining started painting.

Only then did Xi'er dare to step forward to wipe her girl's sweat, and asked: "Has the girl finished painting? When I finish painting, my servant will give you a pat on the shoulder!"

Immediately, a literati replied on Chang Suining's behalf: "It's not finished. This obviously means it's not finished!"

There is quite a bit of white space in this part of the painting. If it had been painted, it would probably be the most eye-catching part of the entire painting.

Although Ms. Chang probably no longer needs to prove herself, she must always have a beginning and an end to her work!

Seeing that the girl had returned to her casual look as soon as she put down her pen, everyone was inexplicably worried that she would just put down her pen and refuse to finish—the hole has been dug and needs to be filled in!

With this concern, many people looked at Qiao Jijiu - teachers should take care of it!

Fortunately, when the girl took the tea cup from the servant, she looked at the blank space and said, "The painting is not finished yet."

Whether the girl's hand holding the tea cup or the hand she raised to block her face were stained with dots of colored ink, the colors were various and brilliant under the light of the lights in the building.

She raised her head and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

Mrs. Xie looked at the girl drinking tea, and couldn't help but feel a layer of confusion in her heart.

She saw the changes in the atmosphere in the building with her eyes, and heard the amazing compliments one after another in her ears.

How amazing is it?

How could the person who painted that picture of a lovesick girl have the ability to paint something stunning?

As for the painting brought by the man named Zhou, is it fake?

There is no such possibility...

She still knew the other party's behavior, so there was no way she would just come up with a fake painting and then rashly ask her to make this trip!

"Madam... do you want to take a look?" the maid asked in a low voice.

"What's the rush?" Mrs. Jie suppressed her irritation and said calmly: "Just wait until she finishes painting."

The servant girl said "yes" and thought quickly in her mind. She didn't know what she thought of, but she soon calmed down.

Mingluo still sat where he was, watching the crowd getting closer and closer.

She looked at Cui Jing from time to time.

He had one hand behind his back and his figure was broad and straight.

He stood like this for as long as Chang Suining painted, just looking and observing from a distance without stepping forward.

He might not be curious about Chang Suining's paintings, but Ming Luo felt that the most likely reason was that he needed to look around outside the crowd to prevent changes.

So, maybe he is guarding the Dengtai Tower for Chang Suining?

If this guess was true, she wanted to ask why.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chang Suining has started writing again.

"Taifu, Taifu... you should go and have a look soon." The old servant beside Taifu Chu walked back from the crowd and shook the old man who was sitting on the small table and taking a nap.

Taifu Chu raised his eyelids and said displeasedly: "The little girl is forced to prove her reputation... What is there to see in such vulgar and decadent things?"

Then he waved his hand to drive the old servant away: "Don't delay my sleep."

If someone hadn't been guarding him downstairs and wouldn't let him go, even if he forced himself to walk, he would probably attract followers who had no sense of boundaries, and he would have gone back long ago!

No matter whether this little girl can prove her innocence or not, he is not willing to see such troublesome things!

At this time, the final outline of the girl's painting has begun to take shape.

Everyone was curious about what the girl would draw here to serve as the centerpiece of the painting—

And the pen in her hand quickly gave the answer.

"Is it...Tiger?"

"It's Tiger!"

Voices of surprise and surprise came one after another.

It is really rare for a woman to draw a tiger!

Ah ah ah, I still haven’t finished writing this plot today, please give me a try! But I didn’t break the chapter today. If I stopped at the fifth line from the bottom, then... So everyone, please forgive me_(:з」∠)_

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