Pulling out a few scrolls of paintings from the blue and white jar, Yan Lan carefully spread them out on the floor, sat on the ground and began to read them, following Bian Rui's example.

Yan Lan's level of appreciation is really average, and she can watch a lively or something now, so she can't tell which of Bian Rui's copied works are good and which are not very good, anyway, Bian Rui didn't know how to divide them, she thought it was good at the time, and when she was almost done, she casually inserted a roll into the blue and white jar.

Bian Rui saw that Yan Lan was quite engaged in watching herself, so he continued to lie down and take a nap.

"Bian Rui, Bian Rui!"

"What's the matter?" Bian Rui replied lightly with his eyes closed.

Yan Lan saw that Bian Rui was not asleep, so she said, "Can you teach me how to appreciate these paintings?"

Bian Rui opened his eyes when he heard this, sat up straight and asked Yan Lan, "You're not kidding?"

Yan Lan stretched out her hand and said to Bian Rui, "Do you think I'm joking?"

Bian Rui saw that she was really not joking, so he sighed: "I really have no way, if you want to understand these paintings, there are only two best ways, one is to see more, and the other is to paint more." In fact, these two are one, only through more painting and more practice can you understand how the painter composes these works, how he uses the brush, and what kind of meaning he wants to express, if you only say, teach you how to appreciate that there is really no way, at least I can't teach you."

For example, Western classical paintings are easier to understand, mainly mythological works, and tell stories that ordinary people are familiar with, but later, after Impressionism, Western art and Eastern art play with the same 'heart', then it is not something that ordinary people can see and understand, in modern times, the so-called contemporary art, to be honest, most of Bian Rui can't understand it, and he doesn't know what ideas a guy who can't even draw straight lines wants to express with a picture.

"Why don't you teach me?"

"Teach you?" Bian Rui glanced at Yan Lan: "That's not a matter of a while, compared with classical oil painting, although Chinese painting is easier to get started, and you can bluff outsiders after practicing some basic techniques for a year or two, but if you want to paint a little look, it will take a year or two, and there is no time to talk about anything."

Yan Lan said: "You just teach me some basic things, or this is the case, you repeat this, and teach me how to use the pen while copying, how do you understand it, isn't that okay?"

As soon as Bian Rui heard this, he opened his mouth and wanted to say, "You want to chew the steamed buns I chewed!" But after thinking about it, it was not appropriate to say this, so he swallowed it back into his stomach.

"You will really save time, I can tell you, any trick in this thing is actually a little clever, everything is practiced one by one, you can't take any tricks, perfunctory others, you can never perfunctory yourself" Bian Rui Zhengse said.

Bian Rui used to ask for coincidence, this ancestor also said to him, at that time I was young and did not know the real meaning of this word, but now Bian Rui has been crawling in the society, and his experience of this is naturally quite profound, so whether it is practicing calligraphy or chopping the qin, or painting, it is extremely focused on one stroke at a time, and slowly this concentration will become a kind of enjoyment with the improvement of skills.

This is like practicing the piano, when you start practicing, you always have to be forced to beat with a ruler to keep practicing, many babies are crying while practicing, but when the level reaches a certain height, or when practicing the piano is a habit, the joy of playing the piano will slowly come back, not only that, but also make people immersed in it and can't pluck themselves.

"It's okay, you just teach me like that."

As she spoke, Yan Lan spread the painting in her hand on the ground.

Bian Rui thought for a while, and felt that it was not easy for the guest to refute the face of others when he came, so he stood up, walked to the side of the desk, took a pampas mat and put it under him, and sat in front of the desk by kneeling.

Reaching out and pulling out a piece of rice paper from the paper shelf next to him, he spread it flat on the desk, and then took the paperweight and pressed the corners like this.

"Bring the painting," Bian Rui said with an outstretched hand at Yan Lan.

Yan Lan took the painting she picked out in her hand, trotted to the desk, took a pampas mat and knelt beside Bian Rui to sit beside Bian Rui.

Bian Rui unfolded the painting as well, put it on the desk side by side with the spread Bai Xuan, began to study the ink, took a little water from the water injection and put it in the inkstone, and gently circled it with the ink strip vertically in the inkstone, waiting for it to be almost over, Bian Rui took the pen and began to draw on the rice paper.

While painting, he explained to Yan Lan, what is the center, the side, what is flat, heavy, staying, round, changing, etc., after talking for a while, Bian Rui simply began to tell himself, in fact, it is a process of comprehension, in this process to comprehend the painter's techniques, originally I just wanted not to say it, but now while painting and comprehending, I said it in a simple tone, so that Bian Rui felt that he could comprehend more than when he was dry.

As he spoke, Bian Rui threw himself into it, without any distractions in his heart, and he didn't think about whether Yan Lan was lazy or not, at this time, Bian Rui was thinking about how to relay what he experienced in plain language, whether it was Yan Lan next to him or who, or whether there was anyone or not, it had nothing to do with Bian Rui.

"Look at this plum blossom, just a few strokes, although not color, but according to the shade of the pen and ink, the charm of the plum blossom is more than insufficient, why is this? This is because it uses the most outstanding organ of human beings, that is, the brain, and the person who appreciates it in the mind can make up for countless flowers, and it seems that he can smell the ......fragrance of the plum blossoming in the cold."

While talking and drawing, a plum flower appeared on the paper after a few strokes, with Yan Lan's ability to naturally distinguish between good and bad, she felt that Bian Rui's plum painting was exactly the same as the original painting, as if it was extended.

It's just that Bian Rui knows that this is already a descendant, and the real high-level Pro is to take the meaning instead of focusing on the form, and once the form is taken, it will fall into the inferiority. It's like it's the same "Orchid Pavilion Preface", why can everyone pass it down, but no one wants it?

Some people say that it is because it is everyone, his words are inherently valuable, and they are naturally more expensive than ordinary people.

This is not true, in fact, calligraphy everyone has reached a certain level in calligraphy, ordinary people are in the shape of the Lin, the structure of the word, the whole arrangement, and everyone is more about taking its meaning, the external shape does not need to pay too much attention. If there is really anyone who is the god of Wang Youjun, even if it is, the artistic level of this work is enough to compare with the genuine "Orchid Pavilion Preface" to become a masterpiece.

Gradually, Yan Lan was a little incomprehensible, and her level was not surprising, just like a person who has not yet learned to climb, you just pull him to run, and he is covered in bruises.

It's just that Yan Lan didn't interrupt Bian Rui out of voice, she wasn't listening to what Bian Rui was talking about at this time, but looking at Bian Rui's input, Yan Lan felt that Bian Rui's whole body seemed to be shining with light at this time, the kind of light that was faintly invisible, but eye-catching.

Yan Lan didn't like Bian Rui, she just felt that she seemed to be back to the time when she was practicing dance at this time, she was rehearsing and dancing with her colleagues, everyone was so focused, so focused that everyone's eyes were clear like a baby, and her focused eyes were shining, just like what she saw in Bian Rui's eyes now.

"You're so happy!" Yan Lan looked at it for a while, and then said softly to Bian Rui.

"What?"

Bian Rui didn't hear clearly.

Yan Lan said again: "I said that you are so happy, you can do what you like."

"Can you too?" Bian Rui said to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan shook her head: "I can't, I'm too tall, I may not be able to return to the stage in this life."

Bian Rui said: "Why are you so persistent and have to go on that kind of stage, listening to the applause of a group of people in suits and leather shoes below is so important? Whose applause is not applause? You can't go on the so-called tall stage, then can you run a dance class, you teach the children, when you dance a song, you can also get applause from the children, or simply set up your own dance team, even if it is on the side of the road, why do you want to focus on one form?...... In fact, I think there are only two ways of life in this world, one is that you are happy and the other is that you are unhappy."

I have to say that Bian Rui is really good at persuading people, but to be honest, persuading people is persuading people, you let Bian Rui go to a high-end restaurant now, the kind that is not profitable, it is estimated that Bian Rui directly lifted the table, and then pushed a small cart to go to the night market to sell fried rice at night.

But when Yan Lan heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, why do I want to jump to show them, why didn't I think about doing something more meaningful?"

Hearing Yan Lan say this, especially when he saw the light that flashed in Yan Lan's eyes that was almost blinding, Bian Rui's conscience twitched: The problems of studying art are the same, why do you look so scary!

At the same time, Bian Rui immediately prayed to the Mantian God and Buddha: "Sanqing, Jade Emperor and Buddha, I really didn't let me go to a nightclub to dance that stupid dance with my head thrown around, I just persuaded people to come, if she goes the wrong way, it doesn't matter to me!"

"I've decided, although I can't return to the stage, I can teach the kids to dance, and I'm going to be a dance teacher!" Yan Lan clenched her fists and waved fiercely in the air.

As soon as he heard that he was going to be a teacher, Bian Rui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Well, it's good to be a teacher, it's good to be a teacher!"

Yan Lan thought for a while and said: "Well, the competition in Mingzhu is too great, and it is not easy to get into public schools, and it is not interesting to train classes that are dedicated to making money, or I will change to a rural school as a teacher, so it will ......be easier to get in."

The more Bian Rui listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"By the way, doesn't there be a primary school in your village, do you need a dance teacher? Don't worry, I have no problem with my education or anything......."

Bian Rui began to break out in a cold sweat on his head, and now he can't wait to slap himself, there are already old men and old men in the village who have settled down, and now there is another one?

It's nothing for the old man to have a family, because people have a place to cook and won't bother Bian Rui, but such a person who can't do anything but dance, Bian Rui thinks she may be thinking about going to her house from time to time to eat. Although it is said that a common beauty is very eye-catching, Bian Rui doesn't want to raise any eyes at three days, he just lives his own small life purely, and it is just after calculating three meals a day and fiddling with what he likes.

Sure enough, Yan Lan's words came to this point, and began to enumerate the benefits of Bian Rui's side.

"If it's too far, I'll be homesick, if it's too close, my parents will be troublesome, it's not far here, it's four or five hours to go back and forth, so I have a lot of space, and I can go back to see if I feel homesick, it's really much better than going to the west to teach......."

"This, this, I don't know if there is a shortage of teachers in our school!" Bian Rui now directly stabbed himself to death with a knife.

Although Bian Rui felt that everyone had been doing well in the past two days, he didn't want anyone to come to his house like this every day, once or twice a month, and just have a good time.

Doesn't that turn the country life into a vegetable market, maybe it's not as good as a vegetable market, and it has become a big night market!