Autumn mist.

The small lotus mountain is hazy, like a veiled girl, sleeping on the edge of a quiet and peaceful village before the morning sun is pierced. However, a piercing roar pierced the silence.

This trail has been here before, and now it is coming, and things are still people.

"It's stupid, it's so foggy, the canvas is wet. ”

Zhong Yue got out of the car and carried the two lightweight easels on his back, "Do you know which one is my favorite photo?"

"Huh?"

Zhong Yue flipped out a photo hidden in his phone.

"This is ......" has only two backs, and they are old photos, and it is almost impossible to see who it is.

Zhong Yue said: "This is the painter Wu Guanzhong, painting at the top of the Yellow Mountain, and his wife is holding an umbrella for him in the back. Think about it, the wind and rain linger, how can such a scene be compared to the clear sky and high light?"

Gu Qin carried the cloth bag, stepped on the fallen leaves, and said with a smile: "Don't expect me to hold an umbrella for you." ”

"Miss Gu is a great painter, how dare you hold an umbrella?"

"Why didn't I see you talking so well before?"

Zhong Yue smiled and happily went up the mountain with Gu Qin to sketch.

Gui Youguang's "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi" article, at the end, wrote: "There is a loquat tree in the court, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion. "If time is measured, then longing becomes countable. The love that Zhong Yue yearns for may be Wu Guanzhong's "Go to Huangshan again, take your wife with you, and stay in Beihai Hotel for many days." The day before I went down the mountain, it rained, I did sketches, and my wife held an umbrella for me."

Companionship is the most affectionate confession.

Although Zhong Yue is not an old man in his old age, he can have mature values, maybe rolling the road and watching movies are not the love he understands, so he took Gu Qin to this hill again.

The mountain is not high, and the road is not steep. The two of them walked through the small forest, and their bodies were already a little wet.

"My dad called me last night and said that he didn't object to you, he didn't object, you said, how did you convince him?"

"Talk to men, talk about what happened before men. ”

Gu Qin smiled: "What do you mean, that is, women can't know?"

"Hmm. ”

"You're awesome. ”

Zhong Yue's heart sank, after going back last night, I consulted the old drivers, and after summing it up, one of the things I came up with was that the woman praised you for being awesome, which doesn't mean that you are awesome, maybe you are angry.

The two of them arrived at an open place, which was the place where Zhong Yue had comprehended the lacquer calligraphy technique, he set up the easel and said, "So soon, spring will go to summer, summer will go to autumn and come again." ”

"Is it gorgeous and beautiful?"

"Why don't I take you there?"

Gu Qin took out the paint board and stuffed the paintbrush into the mineral water bottle to soak it slightly, "I still like Huizhou, it's as quiet as an ancient boat, my results can actually be reported gorgeous, and the beauty of the country is enough." ”

"I know you're amazing. Zhong Yue smiled, he liked Gu Qin's straightforward and straightforward personality, with a little bit of savagery. If two people are together, they are so respectful, gentle and humble, how boring should life be?

"You are a calligraphy student, and then you studied Chinese painting, and you were not scolded to death by the professors of the department, right?"

Zhong Yue took the rat whisker Xiaohao, turned his head sideways and smiled, "Why don't we compare?"

"Than what?"

"Painting skills. ”

Gu Qin put the paint board aside, took the pencil and said with a smile: "You and I are competing?" ”

"Scared?"

Gu Qin suddenly thought of an idea, "Bi, but you can only draw people!"

“……”

Woman, it's really scary!

Seeing Zhong Yue's troubled appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Gu Qin's mouth, "Scared?"

“……”

"Is it better than that?"

Zhong Yue couldn't be intimidated at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay, then compare." ”

"If you lose, promise the other party a condition. ”

“……”

Zhong Yue invisibly dug a huge pit for himself, he really owes it, what is it bad to mention?

The figure painting of Chinese painting is a major category that is completely different from landscapes, flowers and birds. Although Zhong Yue has mastered a lot of painting skills, they are all aimed at landscapes, flowers and birds, and do not involve people. If you can't master the technique in terms of expression, then the figure painting in Chinese painting will lose its soul.

Chinese painting without soul is not even as similar to oil painting.

The mountain mist slowly lifted, and both men were looking for fun in painting.

Zhong Yue's current painting skills, even if they are gongbi paintings, do not have the basic painting skills of drawing figures, let alone the initial mastery of ink splashing techniques. However, the basic technique of white drawing can still outline the outline. The ancients painted figures, and simple brushstrokes could achieve the effect of expressiveness, but this simplicity often contains not simple, which is not easy to understand.

But Zhong Yue has another way, poems, calligraphy and paintings figure it out, who stipulates that no inscriptions are allowed on the painting?

Gu Qin in the painting only drew an outline, and Zhong Yue rendered it with an ink pen, and it seemed that he couldn't see his appearance. And Gu Qin's sketch sketch has been basically completed.

"How's it going?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Although the pen and ink did not outline any makeup, Zhong Yue wrote a line of inscription on the side - "The pen and ink are difficult to match the beauty makeup, and it lives up to the danqing and the qing".

Gu Qin looked at the line of words on the painting, his eyes wandered, and he looked at Zhong Yue slyly, "When did you become so cheeky?"

"What do you mean, did I win?"

"You win! You win, okay!" Gu Qin Poyin laughed, she didn't want to win.

The morning sun rises and pierces the mountain mist. Zhong Yue lifted the pen and splashed the ink trend. Xu Wei's freehand painting method, driving the brush and ink with emotion, breaking through the limitations of the object itself, sloppy brush, all kinds of ink methods arbitrarily dyed, the brushwork is bold, the ink is free and dripping, and it is more bold and spicy than the general freehand flower and bird painting, so it is called "freehand".

After mastering the basic techniques in the world of Moyun, what remains is the free space for Zhong Yue to play.

Combine, conceive, create.

"Little Lotus Cloud Smoke"

Zhong Yue's brushwork is cheerful and wanton, jumping out of comfort, in one go, driving ink like clouds, and the momentum is compelling. It's been a long time since he's been so hearty.

Zhong Yue controls the brush and ink, which is very varied in light and heavy, thick and dark, sparse, dry and wet. The ink method not only presents a random infiltration of the ink halo, but also a well-controlled shade. This is the essence of Xu Wenchang's painting method - playing.

Gu Qin on the side was like Wu Guanzhong's wife, but he didn't hold an umbrella for Zhong Yue, but stood quietly on the side, watching Zhong Yue paint. In the past, Zhong Yue did calligraphy, and they didn't have a common language, but now that the two are painting, they talk more.

"The canvas is only a foot wide, and your clouds and smoke are already a hundred feet wide. ”

Zhong Yue turned his head and said with a smile, "Are you praising me?"

"You, really great. ”

This time, Zhong Yue heard it very clearly, it was really a boast......

"Let's go, let's go home. ”

"I'm not going. A trace of panic suddenly flashed in Gu Qin's eyes, Zhong Yue's family, there is no one ......

Zhong Yue smiled evilly, clasped his hands, and hit his elbows with his fingers, looking as if nothing had happened, "But, you lost." ”