Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In A Mountain Village

"Slap!"

Chen Yang put the inkstone away, raised his head and said, "That's right, it's painting."

"This kind of purely handmade bamboo umbrella usually invites a special hand-painted artist to paint on the umbrella surface."

"In addition to direct hand-painting, there are some others, the most is to paste the directly printed umbrella surface, and some are pasted with multiple layers of paper, there are pictures on the interlayer

What's more fresh is that there are real bamboo leaves or real flower petals in the interlayer... In short, there are many patterns. "

"See these paints? These are all mixed with tung oil. This treatment is mainly to prevent smudges, and the coloring on the paper is better. After all, this bamboo umbrella is to be used in rainy days. Imagine, holding oiled paper Umbrella, wandering alone in the long and lonely rain alley...that feeling is really beautiful."

"Master Chen, you are so romantic."

"I can't see it, a guy who plays with mud actually has this kind of literary style."

"Master Chen, why don't you hire a hand-painter? It took me a whole morning and an afternoon, so don't ruin it for you."

Chen Yang said with a smile: "When I was in elementary school, I won the first place in painting. I'm not bragging. Drawing is really easy for me."

Elementary school...Master Chen, don't make trouble. "12

"I was praised by the teacher in kindergarten, am I proud?"

"I'm about to witness the process of a handmade bamboo umbrella from production to destruction. Is it luck or misfortune..."

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Chen Yang didn't explain too much.

He took out his phone and opened it.

On the screen, there is a picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival.

"If it's not too difficult to draw, let's go to Qingming Riverside Picture."

Netizens:

He picked up a wolf hair and dipped it in the inkstone to absorb every hair of the wolf hair.

Then, stare at the phone screen for a few seconds, then close your eyes slightly.

Ten seconds later.

He opened his eyes.

The picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival seems to be engraved in his mind.

The wolf hair in his hand has already fallen onto the drawing paper.

Lang Mo stroked the brush, outlining a series of ink-colored lines.

He writes very fast, almost no need to think, the brush is in his hand, like the most precise instrument, every stroke is in place.

Whether it is the color depth, or the size ratio, or the overall composition, it is just right.

"Hold the grass, he really knows how to draw!"

"It's still Chinese painting!"

"Mom, master Chen, what kind of monster are you!"

Chen Yang maintains this speed, as if the painting has been drawn thousands of times and is as familiar as it is.

No need to think, no need to stop, no need to frame size.

The brush seems to have a soul in his hands.

People of various colors, cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, carts, sedan chairs, boats of all sizes, houses, bridges, towers

Everything came alive under him.

Netizens were amazed.

It was as if Chen Yang, with his own hands, unveiled a brand new, vivid picture of Riverside During the Qingming Festival for them.

They seem to have really seen the life of the people in the Song Dynasty from Chen Yang's pen.

A full two hours.

Chen Yang drew for two full hours!

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is a smile of extreme satisfaction with one's own work.

Although this is the first time he has used the master-level Danqing.

But this sense of painting, this technique, and solid basic skills have long been integrated with him.

In this picture scroll, he used the composition method of scatter perspective to fully display it.

"He...he was laughing maniacally!"

"I don't know how to describe this man anymore."

"Treasure anchor, mom, I found a treasure anchor!"

The studio exploded.

Netizens shouted.

This is even bigger than the commotion caused by Chen Yang practicing Tai Chi this morning.

Mr. Wu is also watching.

Chen Yang has read it since he wrote it.

Although he has no art skills, he can see it.

Chen Yang's traditional Chinese painting skills are quite superb.

At least in the eyes of ordinary people like him, as long as the painting looks like it, it is good.

"It's really a good opportunity for publicity, what a pity."

Yes, it's a pity.

He dared not promote Chen Yang.

very simple.

Once it comes to artistic things, unless there are professional-level expert reviews.

Otherwise, if he publicizes how superb Chen Yang's painting skills are, he is not praising him, but praising him.

Chen Yang doesn't have a character design now, once such a character design is established, it is easy to be found and suppressed.

Therefore, he would rather give up this hard-won publicity opportunity than go publicity.

Jiangning City, Tianhou Palace Painting and Calligraphy Institute.

A young girl is holding a mobile phone, watching Chen Yang's live broadcast.

She watched with gusto.

She thinks that only Chen Yang can be called a man.

You know, in the past, she didn't watch the live broadcast at all.

She felt that those anchors, the content of the live broadcast was too boring, she might as well watch stand-up comedy.

Because of a video of Chen Yang dragging a tree and running wildly, she was attracted, and then she fell into Mr. Chen's pit completely and couldn't extricate herself.

Now every day as long as I have time, I will make up all of Master Chen's live broadcast.

"Really, another art exhibition, so boring."

"Master Chen's live broadcast is still good."

"Hey, Master Chen is also painting?"

She finally caught up with Chen Yang's progress.

A few minutes later.

She opened her mouth wide: "Okay...so solid basic skills! The use of ink color 847 in traditional Chinese painting is so professional!"

She hurriedly stood up, turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Tianhou Palace Painting and Calligraphy Academy is located in a Taoist temple in Jiangning City.

This Taoist temple is called Four Days Houying.

The Painting and Calligraphy Academy is in the backyard, and her grandfather organizes a painting exhibition basically every month.

Ever since my grandfather retired from the museum, I have been tossing about these.

The key is to arrest her as a coolie.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

The girl ran into the inner courtyard, and all the people who came here to visit were from the Painting and Calligraphy Association.

They have considerable attainments in painting and calligraphy, as well as a very high level of appreciation.

"Yuanyuan, what's the matter?"

A white-haired old man asked with a smile.

"Grandpa, I saw an anchor draw a picture, it's so good, take a look."

"Anchor?" A middle-aged man on the side shook his head and said, "These days, anchors can draw? Yuanyuan, watch less live broadcasts, and draw more when you have nothing to do. "Your grandpa only expects you to be admitted to the hospital. "

Yuanyuan stomped her feet anxiously: "Oh, Uncle Liang, Grandpa, take a quick look, and we'll talk about it later."

She handed over the phone.

The old man smiled fondly and took the phone.

I wanted to deal with it.

However, after a glance.

His expression was instantly serious.

In the eyes, is full of shock.

"This this.……………"