Chapter 811: Young Grandmaster!
One minute! Only one minute at most!
The time that Ye Wenxuan can do painting is only one minute of accompaniment in the middle of the song. Painting quickly in a minute, which is considered crazy by many people.
However, Ye Wenxuan on the stage did not panic in the slightest, put the microphone in his left hand aside, and gently picked up a bucket of paint.
The pigment is porcelain blue ink, and Ye Wenxuan gently shakes the pigment in the paint bucket, and his every move is full of elegance.
When the audience was in the spotlight, Ye Wenxuan's next move surprised countless people.
I saw Ye Wenxuan wave his left hand, and the pigment in the paint bucket in his hand formed a graceful arc in the air, dyeing the rice paper, which was as white as snow, with a long arc.
There is no pattern in the arc, and there is no beauty in it.
"Xuanxuan, what is this going to do, this is simply ...... It's just nonsense!" There is a fan of Ye Wenxuan in the audience, and it just so happens that she is an artist who learns ink painting. He looked at Ye Wenxuan's measures, his eyes were full of puzzlement, and he muttered softly.
But Ye Wenxuan's next action completely shocked the girl.
After Ye Wenxuan finished splashing the ink, the wolf brush in his right hand began to paint directly on the rice paper.
The pen walks like a dragon and a snake, and it seems to be smeared irregularly, but it has a different kind of deep meaning.
In the first half minute, the painting was still messy, just like a child's graffiti, which made many people frown, thinking that Ye Wenxuan was insulting Huaxia's ink paintings.
But after half a minute, everyone seemed to be enchanted, and their mouths were wide open.
I saw Ye Wenxuan's right hand circling rapidly, and an outline finally appeared on the rice paper.
The mountains are steep, towering, and the porcelain blue ink is beautiful, and the mountains are outlined beautifully, just like the holy land of the immortals.
The cold plums standing proudly in the mountains, the houses with smoke curling, and the waterfalls flowing straight down......
Everything is lifelike, and it should be a very complicated thing, but under Ye Wenxuan's three strokes and two strokes, it jumps onto the paper.
In the end, Ye Wenxuan wrote three words on the rice paper in the blank space - blue and white porcelain!
Just one minute later, a fine ink painting was drawn.
Putting down the pen, Ye Wenxuan picked up the microphone and continued to sing.
That kind of understatement and casualness is like a handsome son. The calm and elegant face has made countless people excited.
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The white and green koi fish leap to the bottom of the bowl
When I copied the Song style, I was thinking about you
You have hidden the secret of the kiln for thousands of years
Extremely delicate as an embroidery needle on the ground
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Ye Wenxuan took the microphone and returned to the stage again, singing in a low voice.
The two girls behind him, holding landscape paintings, came to the front of the stage and showed everyone Ye Wenxuan's masterpiece just now.
All of them were shocked, one minute to paint, fine landscape painting!
Looking at the lifelike landscape on rice paper, everyone knows that this is a rare masterpiece. Even if you let some professional Chinese painting students, you may not be able to draw a masterpiece in a few hours!
Perhaps many masters who have been immersed in Chinese painting for many years can make such a masterpiece. But it is absolutely so leisurely and freehand, and it is impossible to complete such a work in just one minute.
But this seemingly impossible thing was realized by Ye Wenxuan in front of hundreds of millions of viewers!
Originally, the song was accompanied by a very high artistic conception, but at this moment, the addition of this ink painting makes the artistic conception of this show infinitely improved, and the atmosphere is ethereal.
And the lyrics of the second paragraph are completely different from the first paragraph, but they are still full of ancient rhyme, and the lyrics are intriguing and evocative.
Everyone seems to have traveled through a thousand years and came to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, immersed in the love between the elegant scholar and the gentle lady.
There's no passion, there's nothing impassioned. Some are just the faint comfort, which makes countless people can't help but smile at the corners of their mouths.
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Outside the curtain, the plantain provokes the shower, and the knocker provokes patina
And I passed by that Jiangnan town and provoked you
In a splashed ink landscape painting
You are hidden from the depths of ink
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Leng Mengfei in the audience, her eyes were a little frozen, looking at Ye Wenxuan standing on the stage, as if there was a story in her eyes.
Unconsciously, a teardrop appeared in the corner of Leng Mengfei's eyes.
I don't know where it came from, but the feeling lingers in my heart. Although the song is beautiful and elegant, the faint sadness is like a chronic poison, which makes people feel stuffed without resistance.
Blue and white thoughts, light as a breeze, moist as a drizzle, light as fluttering, simple as breathing, but so real, wisps, upside down.
Maybe this is the most beautiful love in the world, it'...... Does it really exist?
Leng Mengfei...... Idiot!
Liu Tian, who was far away in Beijing, was completely stiffened in front of the TV at the moment. Listening to Ye Wenxuan's singing, the crispy and numb feeling permeated from the top of his head down.
Liu Tian's eyes were blurred, as if he saw the antique doors and windows, and there was a hazy drizzle in Jiangnan. It seems that I really saw the smoke rising on the other side of the river, and there was a boat on the river gently rocking the small oars that returned to the moor. The sandalwood was blown away by the wind through the window, but the strange fragrance of sandalwood remained in the house, blending with the fragrance of pen, ink and paper, and melting into the memory of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the background.
Listening to Ye Wenxuan's song, Liu Tian suddenly felt ashamed. He has been in the music scene for decades, and his knowledge of music science is a leader in the music world.
In ancient literature, Liu Tian is also quite proud, and many ancient literary allusions are easy to grasp.
But at this moment, Ye Wenxuan's literary skills have crushed all Liu Tian's pride and collapsed.
With this song alone, Liu Tian felt that all his songs couldn't catch up with the other party and he was completely defeated!
But Liu Tian is convinced, the young grandmaster, worthy of his name!
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Azure is waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you
Cooking smoke rises thousands of miles across the river
At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty
Just when I was foreshadowing to meet you
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Hong Kong, Cullinan Villa District.
Lin Junyi looked at the TV, his eyes were motionless looking at Ye Wenxuan on the TV, and Ye Wenxuan's singing voice was floating in his ears.
As one of the top three songwriters in China, and as the best music producer. Although Lin Junyi is usually low-key and humble, he has his own pride in his bones.
Reaching the pinnacle in a field naturally has an arrogance that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
But until Ye Wenxuan was born, Lin Junyi's aura was lost, and in the face of Ye Wenxuan's classics, Lin Junyi was hit by incompleteness.
But Lin Junyi was not knocked down, but his ambition did not diminish at all, and he studied hard to create another classic to defend his dignity and status.
But at this moment, Lin Junyi's mouth was full of bitterness, listening to the ancient lyrics in his ears, Lin Junyi knew that he had lost, and he had lost completely.
The paper ball he was holding in his hand was a song he had carefully made for a month......