The south wind wisps and blew the tips of the women's hair.

When it came to the third step, all the cells in Qin Huai's body seemed to want to boil and want to express.

Under the scorching gaze, Qin Huai suppressed a trace of joy in his heart.

"The third step is in the imagination, and I haven't really tried to carve it. But I'm always refining it. ”

Qin Huai spoke slowly, standing on the edge of the chess case, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the edge of the table.

The style of painting is starting to change.

If you say that the lecture just now is elegant, very mature, and very stylish.

So now Qin Huai is full of childlike childlike fun.

His lectures seemed innocent.

"My third step was inspired by the jade skin of the finest mutton fat white jade and the oil painting I met last time at the China Arts and Crafts Fair: a girl in a blue sweater."

The little girl of the Lu family looked suspicious.

"The color of the jade skin is like ink blending, with the faint and distant texture of ink painting.

In oil painting, the texture is bright and greasy.

These two ...... The style of painting is completely different, how can you connect with each other?"

The confusion in the heart of the little girl of the Lu family gradually expanded, and finally turned into trouble, and she had to ask Qin Huai questions.

"That being said, there will always be something in common, depending on how perceptive you are! ”

Qin Huai pressed his hand, took two steps, adjusted his position, and avoided the sunlight that slowly shone on his face, and at the same time blocked the sunlight that pierced Shang Ya's eyes.

"You've all admired the boy in the blue sweater.

The details of this oil painting are very perverted, and there are details everywhere visible to the naked eye, and the details calculated in 0.1 mm constitute the shocking tension and expressiveness of this painting. ”

The little girl of the Lu family and Xu Yinqing both nodded their heads, and they couldn't agree anymore.

The blue sweater girl became famous because of its ultra-realistic realistic painting style.

If you break down the painting, you can see that every tiny detail is delicate and exquisite.

"In fact, jade also has details, that is, pores. I had a whim

Since the small pores on the jade skin can form the texture of baby skin.

Can a jade carver artificially carve the pores, use the pores as lines, and use the pores to form points and surfaces to outline the desired image?

If it can be carved like this, the jade carving will come to life and will have breath, and that small air hole is a symbol of life......"

Qin Huai was in infinite reverie, emotional, and paced back and forth in the courtyard.

However, the three women sitting had an artificial retarded expression on their faces.

"How...... Don't you understand?"

Qin Huai suddenly stopped and asked suspiciously.

The three women nodded violently, their movements surprisingly consistent, and looked at Qin Huai with expressions that I couldn't pretend to understand.

"Master, can you sketch out the details with a pen?"

"No, the stomata can only breathe on the jade surface, this feeling can only be understood, not spoken. Use your imagination!"

However, the third girl's expression was still blank.

Qin Huai suddenly felt suffocated in his heart.

The mood that had just swelled was like a basin of ice water poured on a red-hot soldering iron, and in the excessive heat, he fell into the extremely cold ice cellar.

Qin Huai frowned deeply.

The expression is the same as when I was thinking about the palm pattern core carving three months ago.

……

Rachmaninov was extremely inferior and depressed when he wrote the Second Piano Concerto, and could only compose under the guidance of a psychiatrist.

Whether they are composers, painters, or sculptors, they are able to create wonderful works because they have an inflated desire to create.

The inflated desire to create arouses extreme conceit, which will inevitably cause great inferiority and pain.

Love, creativity, and expression are the only driving forces for creation.

But it's all the devil!

Qin Huai's desire to express himself was deeply frustrated at this moment, as if there was a sticky liquid blocking his chest, he couldn't spit it out, he couldn't swallow it, and he couldn't swallow it, so that his emotions began to panic, and he convulsed and felt pain.

Qin Huai's hands slowly drooped, and Shang Ya, who looked lost his soul, was distressed when he saw it.

Silent.

Silent.

The silence in the courtyard was eerily silent, except for the breeze on his cheeks.

The little girl of the Lu family and Xu Yinqing saw that their master was starting to get anxious, and there was even a trace of mist in their bright eyes.

This time the dog food made me cry.

The two women didn't dare to come out, sitting on wooden chairs, looking at each other.

"You pack up your things and go first. ”

Shang Ya whispered. The two women carefully packed their belongings and tiptoed away.

Shouldn't they have pretended to nod their heads just now?

But if the master continued to ask questions, they would immediately reveal their stuff.

How amazing Master's insight was was shown the last time the water in the hand-painted cup froze.

……

……

"Master, you have to look at Master every step of the way. ”

Xu Yinqing said solemnly before leaving.

Shang Ya didn't say anything, just motioned for the two to leave first.

……

"Alas. ”

The little girl of the Lu family was worried, sighing all the way.

"Transcendent creativity comes at a terrible price. Only by persisting can we achieve something. But...... Master's expression just now was so painful!"

It's one thing to know these life philosophies, but it's another thing to experience them firsthand.

In the past, when I saw Van Gogh cut his ears, I only thought it was novel and interesting when it was drenched in blood.

But when I saw the way Master looked today, I began to be afraid.

It turned out that she was just a little bit away from cutting her ears in blood.

If Master can't think about it, it is very likely that he will harm himself.

Some crazy artists even jump straight from the third floor in order to experience extreme sensual pleasures.

Paranoid, crazy, morbid, and often just one step away from genius.

"Will Master be okay?"

"You must have an answer in your heart when you ask that, right?

Not all artists are sick, it is likely that they were sick first, and they had no choice but to go to art.

It's just a way to save yourself. However, there is a large number of people who have not been able to save themselves.

The lucky ones can live and live forever in art. I hope Master will live forever. ”

"I wish Master could live. ”

The little girl of the Lu family was one step behind, and then quickly caught up.

……

……

Do you want to call Mr. Yan to come over?

Do you want to wake up Qin Huai's little brother directly?

Take advantage of the little brother again?

But it's not a foolproof solution!

Shang Ya remembered the state of Qin Huai when he carved the palm pattern core carving three months ago.

Eager for someone to understand.

Shang Ya understands this emotion, and she has been longing for it for more than ten years.

Loneliness must be more heart-wrenching for a sensitive explorer like Qin Huai!

"You can't mess up, you can't mess up. ”

Shang Ya suppressed a trace of panic, a trace of distress, and forced herself to calm down.

Taking advantage of Qin Huai can only alleviate it for a while, but it is not a long-term strategy.

But is there any other way?

Shang Ya recalled what the little brother had just said in his lecture: carve pores, use pores as lines, and use pores to form points and surfaces, so that jade carvings can breathe......

Oh my God, how does an artist's brain grow?

Shang Ya rubbed her face and slapped it twice.

Why is she, a former top student, even weak?

When he was in a hurry, Qin Huai gently put his hand around Shang Ya's shoulder, and with a slight pull, Shang Ya crashed into Qin Huai's arms.

"Don't think about it. I don't understand this method, and naturally others don't understand it either.

If you don't understand, give up in time. So, Shang Ya, don't worry about me. ”

Qin Huai's boyfriend's voice came into his ears.

Feeling Qin Huai's heartbeat, body temperature, and the strength of her wrist, there was a trace of mist in Shang Ya's eyes, and she could clearly feel that the little brother was now more and more concerned about her.

I'd rather kill the inspiration than be scared......