"It's okay yesterday, why do you repeat the same old path today?"

Bai Ye frowned and said: "The composition is wrong, the proportion is wrong, the scenery is uncoordinated, and even deformed." All in all, your drawing is not up to standard. ”

The little fat man sighed, with a dejected expression.

Bai Ye was soft-hearted and comforted: "Don't be discouraged, at least your words are still at the same level, and there is no regression." ”

"Humph!"

The little fat man was upset and shook his head and walked into the yard.

The other students hurriedly followed behind, like a flock of ducklings, rushing home.

Once born, second ripe, a group of students didn't need him to greet them, so they took the initiative to move stools in the corner and sat together in rows. After that, the water was fetched, and the chatting was chatting, and he didn't treat himself as a guest at all.

Oh, do you really think this is an inn?

Seeing this scene, Bai Ye stood at the door, a little speechless. But he didn't get angry about this little thing, so he just sat by the door and waited patiently.

Soon after, Yu Chi appeared at the entrance of the village, pulling a cart. There are also a few foam boxes neatly placed in the car, and I don't know what they are.

After a while, the answer was revealed, and it was all meals.

A group of people used this place as a place for dinner, and boxes of steaming delicacies were all opened with lids, exuding an enticing aroma that made people salivate.

It's too much, it's too much.

But when a boxed lunch box and a pair of chopsticks were handed to him, Bai Ye suddenly stopped being angry.

Not to mention, this meal is full of color, flavor and flavor, it is really fragrant.

Half an hour passed, and several students cleaned up the messy tableware, while Yu Chi set up an easel, fixed the linen canvas, and then began to mix the paint.

Shiraba lay on the rocking chair next to him, swaying comfortably.

He glanced at it and couldn't help but smile: "Didn't you say that you don't know how to paint?"

"I also said, I can go to heaven, do you believe it or not?"

Yu Chi replied and began to paint. Or rather, copying. He lifted the brush and gently applied it with his wrist in the air. The slender bamboos also appeared in silhouettes.

However, his painting method is also different from that of white leaves.

In the oil paintings of white leaves, the brush is mainly swept, often brushing one by one, forming the rudiments of the object image, while Yu Chi uses the brush, but he likes to use the line as the main method, slowly outlining the image of the object.

There is no difference between the two techniques, just the difference in style.

How to say it, Bai Ye is fast with a pen, and the details are in his heart, as long as he has a prototype, he can easily supplement and improve the details. As for Yu Chi, he seems to be more in pursuit of perfection, he paints slowly, and can better shape the image.

Therefore, Bai Ye can complete the work in ten minutes, but Yu Chi painted it for a full hour.

Oil painting bamboo, the bamboo knots are distinct, the branches and leaves are slender, verdant and green. What's more, the bamboo painting on a professional canvas seems to have a stronger texture.

Several students watched, and the little fat man smiled: "The teacher's painting is much better than the uncle's painting." ”

At a young age, you know that you have a future and a future.

Bai Ye smiled and didn't mind. Because he knows whose painting is better.

Don't think that if you draw slowly, it means that it is good, in fact, people who know how to compare two paintings can basically draw conclusions at a glance. The paintings of white leaves are more vibrant and wild.

In contrast, Yu Chi's bamboo paintings, although the details are more realistic, are still a bit sluggish on the whole. However, considering that it may be the first time he tried to paint bamboo in the way of oil painting, it is understandable that it is flawed.

Yu Chi also knew it in his heart, so he ignored the little fat man's sycophancy, took out his mobile phone directly, clicked a photo, edited it, and uploaded it to an art forum with the largest traffic.

This art forum is very professional.

It can be said that it brings together more than 80% of the artists in the industry.

The number of daily visits is more than 8 million. Don't underestimate this number, in the professional forum, almost all practitioners in the industry are included.

However, in the forum, there are also many subdivisions.

Architecture, sculpture, music, dance, photography, painting, these are relatively large sections.

Yu Chi clicked on the painting section, which also has a detailed classification.

Chinese painting, oil painting, printmaking, watercolor painting, lacquer painting.

Yu Chi's fingertips swayed back and forth between Chinese painting and oil painting. After a long time, he made up his mind, directly opened the classification of Chinese paintings, and then uploaded his works in the freehand painting column.

The title is simple and clear.

Freehand oil painting bamboo!

The release was successful, and at that moment, Yu Chi seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and sat directly on the steps, his face was a little pale, and he was panting lightly, looking like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

In his eyes, he was even more worried, nervous, uneasy, hopeful, and expectant......

This is about the same as on the eve of the author's release.

Very anxious.

"Some?"

Bai Ye handed over a cup.

Not wine, of course, but tea, strong tea.

For most of the cup, the tea leaves are almost full, and it looks like there is only a little water. There is no need to drink it at all, the bitter and astringent taste of the tea has already rushed into the nasal cavity.

Yu Chi took it and took a sip directly. Thick astringency, exploding in the taste buds. He didn't change his face, took another sip, and then opened the phone page, refreshed it, and watched the data.

It is worthy of a big forum, and the number of clicks and comments is quite impressive.

It's only been a few minutes, and so many people have been browsing.

Bai Ye glanced at it, and a kind of intuition made him remind: "I think it's better for you not to look at the evaluation." ”

This is the life experience of Lao Jianghu.

But anything that is controversial will arouse the heart of criticism. Otherwise, everyone will read it silently and close the page directly, how can you have the mind to express your opinions.

Yu Chi turned a deaf ear and directly opened the comment area. The dense comments immediately caught his eye.

Bai Ye was on the side, and he didn't look closely, just a cursory glance, and he saw a large number of bad reviews.

Spitting, blaming, criticizing, basically there is no repetition.

"This is the freehand zone, your oil painting is misplaced. ”

"It's obviously a realistic bamboo, what kind of freehand is indecent. ”

"Freehand oil painting? What kind of gimmick, you can't be down-to-earth and concentrate on painting, you have to be opportunistic. The point is that this coincidence is not good, whether it is the composition or the whole. ”

“…… Spoil the quintessence of the country!"

"What are the paintings, green bamboo, it's really rare. ”

"I don't know why, I see the green ...... I panicked inexplicably. ”

"Green negative reviews don't explain. ”

“……”

Yu Chi watched for a moment, his originally pale face turned a little blue, he gritted his teeth and said: "A bunch of ignorant people, don't they know that the bamboo of the Song Dynasty and previous dynasties is all colored? It's just that the color has faded after a long time, and it's not all ink bamboo." ”

"It's true. Bai Ye nodded and agreed: "The bamboo of the year, that was the coexistence of color and ink pen. It's just that later, the aesthetics of literati and doctors tended to be more ink bamboo, and there were fewer colored bamboos. ”

"It wasn't until Su Shi, a monk from Dongpo, who creatively used cinnabar as ink and created the genre of Zhuzhu. Otherwise, it is estimated that it is still the world of ink bamboo. ”

Bai Ye sighed with emotion: "Back then, even Su Shi, a great writer who was famous all over the world, was scolded after painting Zhu Zhu, forcing him to write an article to defend himself, there is no ink bamboo in the world, you can use ink painting, why not use Zhu painting!"

Thanks to his fame and fans all over the world, with the support of his friends' protégés and followers, he successfully led the trend of Zhu Zhu and became the originator of Zhu Zhu painting. ”

Bai Ye squinted, and said bluntly: "Compared with the Dongpo monks, you are not enough to class!"

This is the influence of celebrities, and if ordinary people want to lead the trend, please work hard to become famous first.