"What is it?" Lian Tianqing immediately asked on the other side.

There was a faint surprise in his voice, as if he didn't expect Xu Wen to guess so quickly.

However, at the same time, there was a louder voice than him—Wu Keming shouted outside the temporary bathhouse: "What is it? Tell me quickly!"

He created after drinking, and when he finished his chest, he only had hearty emotions and that incomparable pride, and he felt that it was a superb masterpiece. But after he woke up, he himself pondered the ink on the wall for a long time, and he couldn't tell what the painting was.

This matter had been blocked in his mind for a few days, and he wanted to know the result more than anyone else.

After a while, Xu Wen took a shower and got dressed and came out of it, and by this time everyone had already washed up, and the straw mat was removed, leaving only the residual water in one place.

The drizzle continued, splashing puddles of pinpoint water on the ground.

Wu Keming was drunk that night, but Xu San, as craftsmen, was not allowed to drink alcohol.

Therefore, Xu Wen asked directly: "Did you make a lantern on the day of the Lantern Festival?"

"I did. Each of our brothers and sisters made a lantern, and made another share of you, the master and Lin Lin, a total of seven, hanging under the eaves. Xu San nodded.

"Was the moon bright that night?"

"Fifteen nights, of course. ”

"The light and moonlight shine on the bamboo, will there be a shadow?" Xu asked Xu San and turned to Wu Keming.

Wu Keming seemed to realize something, and a sudden appearance gradually appeared in his eyes.

"The intersection of ink and shadow, entering the painting with this realm is the true meaning of the painting!" Even Tianqing said that he had completely understood.

Wu Keming stepped on the water, stepped a few steps to the wall, and stared.

He is not young and has never practiced, Lian Lin Lin sighed, took an oil-paper umbrella from under the porch, and walked over to hold it for him.

Xu Wen took it and asked her to go back, Lian Linlin raised his head and smiled sweetly at him, and ran back to the place where he took shelter from the rain.

Wu Keming completely ignored the extra umbrella on his head, and meditated on the ink on the wall, looking at the surrounding bamboo from time to time, as if he wanted to imagine the feeling of the bamboo shadow filling in.

After a while, he straightened up, turned and ran out of the range of the umbrella, returned to his room, dragged a bookcase down the porch, and then spread the paper and ink, and began to paint.

He drew a sheet, only half of it, then stopped his pen, stared at the rice paper on the desk for a long time, suddenly lifted the paper and crumpled it into a ball, and re-laid out a piece of paper to draw from scratch.

Paper ball after paper ball, and after a while, there were more than a dozen rolled next to it, and a few of them were kneaded almost twice after they started the pen.

In the process, even Azure stood next to the wall, staring at the ink. Xu Wen thought about it, walked over and moved the umbrella to his head, and looked at it with him.

Of course, even Tianqing was not afraid of this little rain, but he just glanced at Xu Wen and did not refuse.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "In your world, how are calligraphy and painting?"

"There are a lot of different types. For example, there is a school of painters called Impressionism. Xu Wen remembered his conjecture when he was in the bathtub just now, and introduced it.

Impressionism is an epoch-making art school in the history of Western painting, they mostly consider the overall effect of the painting, less attention to the details, and the brushwork is usually sloppy, so there was quite a controversy when it was first born. Its depiction of light and color is extremely accurate and precise, and its grasp of the structure of the body is accurate and concise, and its subsequent influence is extremely huge.

Xu Wen briefly introduced this genre to Lian Tianqing, and Lian Tianqing quickly understood: "It is the freehand school." ”

"Uh......" Xu Wen paused, he instinctively felt that the two factions were different, but in Lian Tianqing's concept, it seemed to be a matter of course to feel like this.

"It's kind of similar. He scratched his head, didn't explain too much, and added, "Later, the painting technique gradually developed, and another genre called abstraction appeared. It can be regarded as the development of an extreme direction of Impressionism, which ignores details and pays attention to grasping the whole and structure, so they abandon more details and nature, and pay more attention to grasping the essence of the core aspects of things. Abstract had a great influence on modern art, not only in painting, but also in other art forms such as sculpture. Because it is so condensed, many people can't understand it, so it is also very controversial. ”

Lian Tianqing didn't speak, but obviously listened very carefully, and after a while, he turned around and walked to the bookcase, looked at what Wu Keming was drawing, shook his head and said: "Don't try, the inspiration for a while is fleeting, and after it is over, it can't be recovered." ”

"But listening to what Xiao Xu said, I remembered a little bit of that feeling. At that time, the bamboo leaves were illuminated on the wall by the light and the moonlight, and the two light levels were different and staggered and mixed with each other, reflecting the bamboo shadow like a painting, but something was missing. The more I looked at it, the more interesting it became, and I picked up the pen to complete it. But no matter how I think about it now, I can't think of the details of the scene at that time. Wu Keming frowned, the ink got on his face, and he looked a little embarrassed. He was stunned for a moment, suddenly excited, and slammed his right fist on his left palm, "By the way, I can wait until the evening and hang the lamp as it is, can't I restore it?"

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, the rain suddenly became heavier, from drizzle to moderate rain.

The rain fell on the bamboo leaves, some splashed outward, and some fell directly with the dead leaves.

The green forest town is warm, the bamboo branches can be evergreen, but they will always grow and wither, there was no external force before, barely piled on the branches and did not move, and now it is smashed by the rain and falls quickly.

This is a natural phenomenon, it is logical, but Wu Keming looked straight and couldn't speak for a long time with his mouth open.

"It's the same if it doesn't rain. Lian Tianqing glanced over there, and said with a normal expression, "It's raining today, and there will be no moonlight at night." Even if the sky is clear and there is a moon, the light of the crescent moon is not the same as that of the full moon. Timing is like inspiration, and after that, you can't come back. ”

“...... Alas!" Even what Tianqing said was indeed the truth, and Wu Keming also knew it. His body froze for a moment, then relaxed, and let out a long sigh.

"It's a pity. He said.

He didn't show it on his face these days, but he had been thinking about it all the time.

He had a feeling that the painting he painted on the wall that night was his best work in the past ten years, and Tianyun Shiju couldn't compare to it at all.

Xu Wen's words stimulated part of his memory, and this kind of painting method was also completely unimagined by him before, and it was extremely ingenious.

But in fact, he also knew that even if he could really restore the scene at that time, he would not be able to draw it again, let alone put it on paper so that it could be preserved in another form for a long time.

Just like Lian Tianqing said, some things are over, just like passion will always burst out in the lightning.

"It's a pity. Wu Keming looked at the wall and said again.

The rain splashed on the walls, and the remaining ink stains faded, and most of the time only a few ink marks remained after the rain.

From beginning to end, the work only existed for one night, or a little shorter, only for the moment when the full moon was in that position in the sky.

Since then it has disappeared and never existed again.

"Anyway, it's there. Xu Wen listened to the conversation between the two, and suddenly, he said such a sentence by magic.

After speaking, he was stunned for a moment, savoring the meaning of his words, and Wu Keming looked at him with a new gaze, instantly relieved.

"Yes, I have drawn it by Wu Keming, so it is here!" he said aloud.