The yellow sand is long, and the sun hangs high.

Li Qian was wearing a big straw hat bought in the countryside of Hanzhong Mansion, holding a camera in his hand, and from time to time he took a picture with a "click" in the distance - at this time, he was already at least two or three shades darker than before he set off.

From Shuntianfu and outside the mouth, from the mouth and Horqin, from Horqin and Hetao, from Hetao and northern Shaanxi, from northern Shaanxi and Chang'an, from Chang'an and Hanzhong, from Hanzhong and Tianshui, and then into the Hexi corridor, all the way west, through Zhangye, through Jiuquan, after nearly a month, Li Qian finally arrived in Dunhuang.

Yes, there are his favorite Mogao Grottoes in his previous and previous lives.

Things in the world are always like this: what will be seen by ordinary people is always only the glamorous side, and those things behind it are rarely known.

It's like everyone knows and will pay attention to how much box office a certain movie earned after its release, a certain director made a lot of money, a certain actor is popular, and how sky-high the endorsement alone is, but few people will pay attention to why this movie is a box office hit, and will pay attention to how much effort and thinking the director, screenwriter and producer and other behind-the-scenes workers have poured into this movie, and how much hard work and how much effort the actor has paid in order to play this role well.

It's like Liao Liao's album is a big hit, everyone will say, Liao Liao's singing is so good, Liao Liao's song is really good, otherwise Liao Liao's album will definitely be earned...... And so on, but no one will pay attention to how much time and energy she has invested in order to sing the works that Li Qian wrote to her well, in order to find the most appropriate voice and the most appropriate feelings.

In the final analysis, all successful and best-selling literary and artistic works, including novels, plays, music, movies, etc., although they are commodities, they are a special commodity, even if they are Hollywood popcorn blockbusters with the lowest artistic requirements, in which the rhythm of the film is also extremely painstaking-the so-called rhythm is also art.

In simple terms. If a mass consumer art wants to sell well, it is bound to require you to find the right combination of popularity and artistry - popularity, and art, can be emphasized. But one cannot be the other.

Therefore, a certain actor is obviously popular, the salary is scary, and the endorsement fee is sky-high, but he is still willing to run to act in those stage plays and dramas with a meager income. or a niche genre of art films;

Therefore, a certain singer obviously has a big album, even if he takes a commercial performance at a cost, it is hundreds of thousands of dollars, but he is still willing to go to the conservatory to take classes honestly, or to participate in opera performances that basically don't make much money;

Besides, if Li Qian doesn't have too high pursuits, putting aside film and television, just writing songs to sell, or simply releasing his own records to make money, it is enough for him to live a good life in his life. and fame and fortune, and even after a few years, he has become the so-called godfather of pop music, Taidou or something, and he is also handy, but he still wants to learn suona, erhu, horse-head qin, Beijing opera, northern Shaanxi folk songs, and Qin dialect......

Perhaps, simply speaking, the practice of these people, including Li Qian, is the pursuit of art. It's because of the love of art and so on, which seems a little too hypocritical and too vain, but even if it's just out of wanting to keep yourself popular and continue to be successful, on the one hand, to grasp the popularity and commerciality. On the one hand, it is also an indispensable job for an artist to study artistry tirelessly—not to mention that Li Qian really loves music.

Art comes from creation, but creation comes from learning.

An art worker. Once you don't want to learn, then you won't be far from hitting the street and falling.

When it comes to art, whether you are doing art, film, literature, or music, the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang are palace-level existences and an inexhaustible artistic treasure for a lifetime.

When Li Qian came to Dunhuang, he first drove around the city, carefully compared the similarities and differences of the city in these two time and space, and then saw a hotel with a sign of "Donglai Inn", and thought it was good, so he parked the car and went in.

After booking a room, I went downstairs, first spent ten yuan to let people wash the car, and then went back to the room to take a bath for myself, shook off the dust and sand that he carried all the way on his body, and then changed into dry clothes, and then went downstairs, bought a sketchbook and a pencil in the commissary next to the inn, and then found a roadside shop to eat a few bites of food, and he drove straight to Mogao Grottoes.

The Mogao Grottoes are located in the southeast of Dunhuang, and it takes about ten minutes to drive.

Because it is summer, and it is on the edge of the desert, the temperature here is very high, dry and hot, so this season, there are not many tourists, the huge parking lot is empty, not to mention, look at the cold and deserted appearance at the door, presumably there are not many people in it.

Buy a ticket, enter the door, take a cursory walk, and find something you like, stop and look carefully, look at it from a different angle, take a long test, I really like it too much, so I take out a sketchbook and draw a few strokes hastily - here is forbidden for tourists to take pictures and videos, and the sketchbook is bought for this.

The portraits on the stone wall are either smart and elegant, or dignified and peaceful, and the lines are simply indescribably beautiful.

There are not many tourists in the grotto, few people can speak, everyone walks around quietly and looks quietly.

Many of them are like Li Qian, holding a sketchbook in their hands, and some simply come in with a drawing board, at first glance, they should be college students majoring in art, with a high level, an easel, and a drawing board, and soon it will be one.

Li Qian's level of painting is not as good as others, but for him, he does not pursue any beauty or realism when he paints casually, what he wants is only to record a certain line that he needs, and maybe even just a certain exaggerated or realistic feeling.

In his previous life, he never studied art and sketching professionally, but in his previous life, he had been playing the role of assistant director and assistant director in the crew for a long time, and he gradually realized the in-depth impact of art skills on a movie, so he began to teach himself sketching. Art is easy to learn and difficult to work, Li Qian learns to paint, of course, it is impossible to improve much in the short term, but at least, for a person who wants to be a director and wants to shoot his own works, the simplest director's storyboard script still has to be able to draw.

So, he brushed and painted. Brush brush brush brush and draw another one.

Occasionally turning his head to look at the paintings of other art students, he felt both envy and pity.

If you want to talk about skills, he can't catch up with a few art students, but from his point of view. But I always feel that the things that people draw have no shape, and they don't copy any charm at all.

After calming down, he decided to seriously draw something that was a little better and could be put his hands on.

On the stone wall in front of them, several women wearing ribbons were plump, but fluttering and graceful. There is the appearance of Tengxian, at first glance, it is a work of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and it is very likely to be from the early Tang Dynasty to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, so Li Qian fell in love with it at a glance, and felt that he would definitely be able to paint this well.

Many people also think it is good, in fact, he is not the only one who stands in front of this mural and paints non-stop. But it took a long time to paint. Li Qian looked up at the original work on the wall, and suddenly felt that he had painted something that was neither similar nor grasped, so he put down his pen and extinguished his reckless heart.

Turning his head, next to him was a girl with a gauze hat and sunglasses, with long over-the-shoulder hair, ironed wavy curls, medium build, thin, but thin and tasteful. And crucially. She was also copying, and the sketchbook in her hand was exactly the same as the one in Li Qian's hand, and she saw that she had bought it after coming to the local area.

Li Qian tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked at the book. It didn't matter if he saw the other party's painting clearly, but he was immediately startled.

Her flying portraits, the shape, the eyes, and the clothes are full of a kind of sabre-rattling sharpness, just like a swordsman with a sword in hand. It can be a surprise hit at any time!

It's just sharp!

Is this still flying?

Li Qian's eyes widened instantly.

But if you look closely, it seems to smell like that.

If you really say that she paints like, then it definitely can't, the flying sky she painted, if she is in Liaozhai, it can't be the kind of person who is anxious to recruit a sour show to be the golden beetle's son-in-law, but belongs to Nie Yinniang, who doesn't agree with each other and takes your head thousands of miles away.

But you're going to say that she doesn't draw like ...... at all This also doesn't seem appropriate.

It can only be said that individuals have different temperaments, so they understand differently.

Anyway, Li Qian has been here so many times in his two lives, but none of them can see this kind of sharp taste from this mural, people can see these things, draw these things, either genius or madman.

Li Qian withdrew his gaze, looked up at the mural, and shook his head.

But then, he couldn't help it, and glanced over again.

Coincidentally, the girl seemed to notice the side gaze and turned her head at the same time.

The big sunglasses she was wearing almost covered most of her face, but her chin looked slightly familiar, but Li Qian pulled it in his mind, and immediately determined that this must be unrecognizable, so he showed a smile at others and nodded.

The girl turned her head to look at him for a moment, her expression was cold, but she suddenly nodded her chin at Li Qian, and pointed to the sketchbook in Li Qian's hand, which probably meant: Hey, you just peeked at my painting, right? Then let me see yours too!

Li Qian was a little embarrassed and wanted to hide.

You don't care if someone is a madman or a genius, that art foundation can indeed throw yourself two streets and still have a surplus, and your two broken strokes are really embarrassed to show others.

But who let himself really read other people's works just now, after hesitating for a moment, Li Qian smiled awkwardly, and was embarrassed to hand it over, so he took the sketchbook in his hand and tilted it slightly.

The other party leaned over and glanced over.

Then, a look of disgust quickly appeared on her face—yes, disgust!

It is said that she is wearing sunglasses, half of her face is covered, and under the light in the cave, it is impossible for Li Qian to see what her expression is, but just looking at the subtle changes in her expression at the corners of her mouth, nose, chin, etc., Li Qian still felt the other party's disdain for his work for the first time.

Well, since I came to this plane, this is really the first time that I have been despised.

However, it is purely self-inflicted!

Li Qian smiled awkwardly, and didn't defend himself, but quickly took back the book.

Then, while people turned around to look at the mural and didn't pay attention to the work here, he hurriedly slipped away.

But soon, when he stood in front of another mural to observe its brilliance carefully, the girl actually walked around and came to Li Qian's side again. When she turned her head and saw Li Qian, although she was still expressionless, she nodded at Li Qian.

Li Qian also nodded at her, and then everyone looked at each other.

After a few moments, she picked up the sketchbook again, brushed it and began to draw.

Li Qian was itchy in all kinds, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and turned his head to look over: Sure enough, it's a female sword fairy again!

He subconsciously felt that this girl's personality was probably a sharp mess!

Brush, brush, brush, about two or three minutes, she finished drawing, turned her head to stare at Li Qian, lit up the sketchbook in her hand, and actually spoke: "You also draw one, let's change it!"

Her voice was so small that she could only hear what she was saying within a meter or two of the vicinity, but don't forget that to some extent, Li Qian could be regarded as eating by ear. After so many years of making music, he may not be able to remember anything else, and he may not even recognize it when he meets him, but the voice, especially those very special sounds, he can almost hear six or seven percent of it in one ear - this girl's voice is crisp and pleasant, the bottom tone is very high, and the voice is very clear, as far as Li Qian has heard so far, he can't find a second voice like this in the whole of China!

Of course, the voice of speech is still very different from the voice of singing, some people speak and sing in the same part of the pronunciation, but there are also some people who speak and sing are completely two voices. Moreover, it is an exaggeration to say that there is no second one in the country, in fact, there are more than a billion people, it may not be easy to find someone who sings so loudly, but it must not be too difficult to find someone who speaks similarly to this.

Therefore, Li Qian stared at her for two or three seconds, but he still didn't dare to be sure.

Then, slightly embarrassed, he whispered, "I...... I don't know how to draw. ”

But the other party quickly responded: "You just have poor skills, let's paint, you have seen my two paintings, you have to let me see them back!"

If this is a change to the ten** twenty lang in the previous life, Li Qian promised to give her a sentence, then I will take off my pants to show you, you have to take off your pants to show me?

But now, after a moment's hesitation, he picked up his sketchbook, stared at the mural earnestly for a moment, lowered his head, and began to draw it—about two or three minutes, and when a crooked painting was finished, he showed it to the other party.

Well, sure enough, there was a look of disgust on her face again.

"There's something in your head, but you can't draw it!" she commented after a moment.

"Also, the painting style is really ugly!"

***

I think it's too beautiful in my heart, but I always feel that the taste is wrong when I write it, and I always feel that the words don't reach the meaning.

Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to write this paragraph well, so it's a little bit of a cardin. (To be continued.) )