Artists are people, not machines. When creating large-scale works, there are always cases where you can't take care of it, and occasionally misses, and that's a failure.

There is no such thing as a perfect work, and the art industry allows for failure. These small flaws, under normal circumstances, people will choose to turn a blind eye.

Because as long as the work is generally good, small flaws appear real anyway.

In fact, many people can see that Bai Ye's works over the years have high intentions and good composition, but the lack of pen power is a shortcoming that cannot be concealed.

But there are not many people attacking him from this angle. Because at his age, it is normal for the pen to be insufficient. To be honest, at the same age, there are really not many people who have better pen power than him.

If Bai Ye's pen power is as old as that of a great painter who has been immersed in it for decades, everyone should suspect that he is not a genius, but possessed by demons.

Therefore, Yu Hao commented that in the freehand painting of Bai Ye, there is a failure. His students were not surprised, and paid more attention to the new techniques mentioned by Yu Hao.

"Here ......"

Yu Hao pointed to a place in the photo: "It doesn't look like it's a brush drawing...... In other words, I don't know how to render the ink color like this. ”

"yes. ”

The students agreed: "Simply applying it should not achieve this effect." ”

Laymen, or half-assers, only notice that this freehand work is full of atmosphere and majestic spirit, but in the eyes of the expert painter, he pays more attention to the changes in the ink and wash in the work.

In this painting, insiders can see the ethereal clouds and mist in the mountains, as well as the rise and fall of the waterfall, which is a great test of skill.

One more point, the ink color is heavy, and it looks dull. One point less, the black is too light, and it looks frivolous. No more, no less, just right, only to see the technique of kung fu.

The difficulty of Chinese painting, especially freehand painting, lies in the use of ink. No matter how many people study for a lifetime, they can't control the changes in ink.

I also have to admit that some things can be successful without simple hard training, and sometimes talent is also important.

Yu Hao looked at the photo, slightly satisfied. After all, this is not a real work, and looking at the photos is like scratching the itch in the boots, but it's not enjoyable.

At that moment, he made a phone call, and when the other party could get through, he split his head and asked, "Where are you?"

“…… Dad, I'm in the studio. ”

Yu Chi's voice came: "What's wrong? Tell me to go home for dinner?"

"A new work by Shiraba. ”

Yu Hao said directly: "You go and take a look, and if possible, bring it back." ”

"What?"

Yu Chi was stunned: "What kind of painting, didn't he go to do some architecture, how can he have time to paint, did you make a mistake?"

“…… Do your own online research. Yu Hao threw down a sentence and hung up the phone.

"Hey ......"

The studio in Yu Chi's mouth is his previous training class, which was redecorated by him and turned into a professional studio, which is very functional.

When he has free time, he works in the studio or exercises.

At this time, he was holding his mobile phone, heard a burst of blind sounds, and looked confused.

A new work of white leaves?

What's going on?

With doubts, he turned on the mobile phone, which had not moved for two days, and charged it for a while. As soon as the phone is turned on, the network is connected, and the sound of dingdong vibration is endless.

Putting aside those useless text messages and messages, Yu Chi immediately grasped the key words.

He opened a page and immediately saw a photo.

After a glance and ten lines, he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, "Bastard, at this moment, you don't call me ......"

He sent a voice message to Chen Daqi, sixty seconds.

After a while, Chen Daqi replied with a smiling face wearing sunglasses, which was a smug emoji.

Yu Chi sent a handful of bloody loose vegetables......

When he was in Doutu, he didn't forget to book tickets.

A few hours later, he arrived at his destination, hitchhiking to the hotel, and when he entered the door, he saw a familiar figure.

"Uncle Gao!"

Yu Chi hurriedly called.

Gao Bo turned around and saw Yu Chi, and he was not surprised. He nodded: "Elder Yu asked you to come over." ”

Yu Chi was surprised: "Can't it be that I want to come by myself?"

"You?"

Gao Bo looked up and down and smiled: "Okay, you have to come by yourself, the question is ...... What are you doing here, do you know what you're doing?"

"Huh?"

Yu Chi is not stupid in the end, and he also realized something: "Bai Ye's painting, what's so special?"

"You ask that, and you prove that I guessed right. ”

Gao Bo was very happy and laughed: "You, not only you, I'm afraid there are many people who don't know what Bai Ye's painting means." ”

"Huh?"

Yu Chi was dumbfounded and asked the reason.

Gao Bo didn't say anything, but beckoned: "Let's go, go see Bai Ye and look at the paintings." When the time comes, you observe for yourself. If you find a clue, you have made progress. If you can't see anything...... Boy, try hard for two more years. ”

"Hmph, underestimate me. ”

Having said that, Yu Chi was also a little uneasy in his heart.

Not long after, in the hotel suite, the two saw Bai Ye and others. As soon as they met, Yu Chi didn't even say hello, so he couldn't wait: "What about the painting, where is it?"

"Look. ”

Chen Daqi immediately smiled and said, "I just said, he definitely didn't come for us." I didn't see him for a while, and he cared about the painting first, and didn't even ask us how we were doing. ”

"What can you do? All of them have ruddy faces, and at a glance, you can tell that you eat well and sleep well every day, and you have gained a few pounds. ”

Yu Chi said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and light up the painting, let me ...... There is also Uncle Gao to taste it and pick a fault. ”

"Acute sub. ”

Chen Daqi pouted, "Oh, it's hanging on the wall." ”

Yu Chi turned his head to look and saw that the opposite wall was covered with a veil. Under the opaque gauze, the scroll looms.

He hurried over and carefully lifted the curtain. A freehand landscape drawing with huge size and dripping ink immediately catches your eye.

He subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at the work intently. The first thing to notice is the rolling mountains, as well as the spectacular waterfalls.

His gaze wandered, immersed in it, a little distracted.

It took him a long time before he came to his senses and fell silent.

"How?"

At this moment, Gao Bo came up and asked, "What do you see on this painting?"

“…… Saw the gap. ”

Yu Chi's voice was a little bitter, a little free, full of sighs: "People and people are really incomparable." I can't even draw ordinary small freehand Chinese paintings, and Bai Ye has already begun to study large freehand paintings. And most importantly, it was so thorough and successful. ”

"Hit?"

Chen Daqi smiled: "I thought you were used to it?"

“…… Really. ”

Yu Chi thought about it for a while, and nodded: "When you say that, I can see it." ”

"Don't be poor. ”

Gao Bo laughed: "What I let you see is a technique!"