When Zhu Gantang got up, he was greeted by Xu Wen's washed face water, a pot of hot tea, and a painting.

Zhu Gantang smiled and picked up the painting to take a closer look.

"Yes! No. His eyes lit up at the sight of the painting, and then two words with diametrically opposed meanings came out of his mouth.

"Yes. Xu Wen understood what he meant.

Yes, it means that it is good as a newcomer, especially compared to Xu Wen's first painting last night, which has been a huge improvement.

No, it means that his actual level is not good, and there is huge room for improvement.

I can see that I like it. Zhu Gantang looked at the painting and said.

"Loved indeed. Xu Wen smiled slightly, turned around and went out, preparing breakfast for Zhu Gantang.

If there is something for the disciple to obey, he worships Zhu Gantang as his teacher, and the other party does not need tuition, of course he has to be more thoughtful in life.

Zhu Gantang put down the painting, took a sip of tea, and couldn't help but pick it up and look at it.

On the snow-white rice paper, there is only black ink. Xu Wen did not use other colors such as cinnabar and indigo.

The darkness is outlined by the deep and light ink, highlighting the light in the middle, and the moonlight dissolves with the water, reflecting a faint wave of light. And whether it is light or water, it seems that they exist for the tree in the middle.

Winding and rugged, the tree clings to the mountain wall in order to survive, each root stretching inward, absorbing every bit of soil and water. In spite of this, its branches still stretched freely, trying their best to contact the moonlight and the steaming water vapor, and between the light and the water, it showed a unique and proud appearance of freedom and ease.

The composition and brushwork are a bit green and a little stiff, but they are quite ingenious, especially the free and vigorous appearance of the cypress trees is particularly eye-catching and impressive.

The conditions of Tianyun Shiju are limited, and it is difficult for Xu Wenqiao to cook without rice, so she can only put the dry cake and dried meat together and boil it in water, and then give it to Zhu Gantang to eat.

"It's pretty good to take in an apprentice. Yan Ji also got up, and was sitting in Zhu Gantang's room, when he saw Xu Wen coming in with a pot, he immediately smiled and squinted, got up and served himself a bowl.

Xu Wen also did his share, of course he wouldn't mind, he took another bowl and respectfully served it to Zhu Gantang.

Zhu Gantang took it with a smile, scooped it with a spoon, and his eyes fell on the painting again.

This painting is fine at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

Zhu Gantang actually saw some skills in it that he had never seen before.

He knew that Xu Wen was a complete beginner, and even Tianqing hadn't taught him this, so it could only be that he figured it out himself.

This pondering ...... It's a bit of a doorway.

Light and shadow, distance from near and far, the way the picture is composed...... He hadn't seen anything in other paintings before.

"It's very realistic. Are you borrowing the way you draw drawings?" asked Zhu Gantang.

This is, of course, the technique of modern painting.

Xu Wen actually never learned to draw, and the art classes when he was in school were basically requisitioned by teachers from other classes.

But if you are in an era or an environment, you will learn something from what you have heard and seen.

Light and shadow, light and shade, perspective, these contents are not absent in Chinese painting, but they are indeed not consciously widely used, and Xu Wen certainly did not fully adopt them, but the overall trend shows a realistic genre that is completely different from the mainstream of Chinese painting.

"How?" Xu Wen did not answer Zhu Gantang's question, but asked.

"It's a little stiff in some places, but it's interesting and inspiring. Zhu Gantang touched his chin and said.

"Stiff ......" Xu Wen looked at his painting and groaned.

"I'll draw one for you. Zhu Gantang was interested, and he didn't care about the food next to him, so he walked to the side of a few cases, laid paper and polished ink, and began to paint.

Xu Wen was helpless, even Tianqing was always like this, and he forgot other things when he was so obsessed with work. Of course, he himself did the same......

Zhu Gantang was inspired and painted quickly.

His brushwork is very concise, and he sketches a picture of a cypress tree under the moon in three or two strokes.

He obviously painted on the basis of Xu Wen, and the composition is somewhat similar to his, but the brushstrokes are concise and agile, and Xu Wen knows what the stiffness of the teacher refers to when he looks at it.

On the one hand, it is the composition and brushwork itself.

Whether modern or ancient, Xu Wen is accustomed to drawing with a hard pen, and he is not used to holding a soft sheep's hair, but he is still used as a hard pen.

As a result, although his paintings have brushstrokes and brushstrokes, all the variations are limited to a certain range, which is very limited.

Zhu Gantang is not.

His penmanship is very wanton, and the same sheep's hair pen is not just a pen in his hand, but an extension of his thoughts and inspiration. Sometimes he taps the tip of his pen to drop spots of ink, and sometimes he smears sideways, quickly erasing large and light ink marks.

On the other hand, there is the attitude.

Looking at Zhu Gantang's painting, Xu Wen only thought of four words: do whatever you want.

It's not just the technique that you want, but so do the thoughts.

He first immersed his whole person in that mood and atmosphere, and then from the heart, his heart and then his brushstrokes, so as to paint such a picture.

In this process, he first focuses on "feeling" and then "technique". ”

Xu Wen watched intently, thinking as he watched.

After a while, Zhu Gantang finished painting, put down the pen and looked at it, and said a little proudly: "All my paintings in the past year have been the most." ”

After saying that, he laughed twice, and then picked up the bowl next to him and began to eat.

Xu Wen was still immersed in Zhu Gantang's works and did not come out.

Zhu Gantang's painting is indeed painted on the basis of Xu Wen's painting, but the whole painting has a huge difference, except that the painting is a tree by the spring under the moon, and at first glance it is almost impossible to see that it is the same painting.

But a little closer inspection reveals that the two are indeed the same, painted on the same tree.

The strong and free feeling of the cypress tree in Zhu Gantang's painting is exactly the same as that expressed by Xu Wen, but it is more comfortable and stronger.

It is obvious that Xu Wen is limited to the limitations of his technique and thinking, and he wants to express it but cannot express it.

This painting seems to have brought Xu Wen to last night, allowing him to see that scene again and feel the feeling at that time.

"It's beautiful. He said.

The faint ink renders the spring water under the cypress tree, like steaming water, and like the spirit of the moonlight, illusory and ethereal.

This illusion contrasts with the deep darkness of the cypress tree, making the firmness firmer, the freedom more free, and the beauty is stunning.

"What else do you think?" asked Zhu Gantang.

"From the heart, with the heart of the pen. Xu asked.

"What else?"

"Draw more and be more familiar with the technique. It is only when the pen and technique become a part of you that you can follow your heart without thinking about it. ”

Hearing this, Zhu Gantang stopped the spoon and glanced at him unexpectedly and appreciatively.

"Yes, you can think of that, it's good. ”

"Technology is the foundation at all times. Xu asked.

"Not bad. Between the arts, there is also a way. Zhu Gantang said.

Xu Wen savored Zhu Gantang's words, and unconsciously prepared for the morning.

Today, they will continue to set off and go to another place in Tianyun Mountain to explore.

After getting ready, they passed by the spring where Xu Wen drew water yesterday, and Xu Wen couldn't help but go over and take a look.

And he saw the cypress tree again.

The sun sifted through the foliage, leaving behind mottled leaves. The tree was unremarkable among the other shrubs.

It seems that the moonlight was just right last night, it was in the center of the moonlight, and it was highlighted.

Xu Wen was slightly disappointed, and at this time, Zhu Gantang stood beside him, looking in the same direction as him.

"Think it's not what you remember?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes. Xu Wen admitted.

"Then do you think you and I have drawn it wrong?" asked Zhu Gantang.

Xu Wen instantly realized.

"There was no mistake in drawing. After a while, he said, "What I have painted is the tree of my heart." Even if it was limited to last night, it did exist. ”

"Haha. Zhu Gantang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked out.

Xu Wen took a deep look at the tree again, turned around, and followed.