He lifted one of the brushes on the pen stand, slowly washed off the vermilion paint that had been stained with water, and showed the usual unfathomable smile of his obscene personality on his face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

All kinds of styles make people completely ignore his mediocre appearance, and Lin Zhenxian even thinks that he is suave, like Su Dongpo who came out of the history books.

This kind of thinking is so mysterious!

Song Baojun first dipped his pen in primrose color to paint the overly gaudy vermilion in the original painting. Primrose color is the name of Chinese painting, in fact, it is light yellow.

Chu Runtian frowned, and said, "Hey, you should at least be professional!" Then he was immediately stunned, and the vermilion that was annihilated by the primrose color was mixed together, turning into sandalwood.

Song Baojun painted the part of the painting that represents the sky, which is rendered by a layer of sandalwood, showing a fantastic and brilliant color. Like dusk but not dusk, like a night scene with bright lights but not a night scene.

Chu Runtian was almost stunned, and shouted in disbelief: "Primrose color can still be used like this?!

Song Baojun changed to a very thin brush and continued to trace the line on the outline of the original Xihua Zen Residence wall, which was slightly thicker than the original line by one millimeter.

Chu Runtian had already put away his contempt and asked, "What are you doing?"

"With your IQ, is it hard to understand what I'm doing?" Song Baojun didn't raise his head, and after a while, he finished tracing the perimeter of the building, but left the inside unnoticed, forming a line that combines thickness and thinness.

"This ......" Chu Runtian unconsciously learned the appearance of the other party, pinched his chin and groaned.

Yang Xuan felt that the change was good, but he couldn't say what was good, and for a while, several men thought about it together.

Song Baojun added a few shades with light ink, coupled with the contrasting lines of thickness, I have to say that the sense of space was immediately enhanced.

In the past, everyone was an outsider when they looked at the paintings, which meant being in the middle of it.

Song Baojun continued to smear, replacing the tender yellow of the laurel leaves with grass green, and the color of the pond water also deepened.

Gradually, the courtyard becomes a cool color palette of blue and blue, which contrasts sharply with the warm red and yellow tones of the outside walls. At first glance, it seems a little weird, but when you think about it carefully, you feel very harmonious.

The soft and slightly romantic warm colors outside the wall are distinguished from the cold and dark cold colors inside the wall, and there is suddenly a kind of cold-eyed and onlookerly temperament, which should be in harmony with the meaning of Du Fu's poems, lonely and calm, lonely and sassy.

It's hard to describe.

After a long time, Song Baojun finally finished correcting it, threw the pen away, and sighed: "Even if Shen Zhou is resurrected, it is nothing more than that." ”

The cowhide's coaxing expression almost rose to the sky, but no one felt that there was anything wrong, as if he was a matter of course and could not be questioned at all.

Yang Xuan's heart suddenly brightened, and he slapped his thigh and shouted: "Yes! This is what I want! The brushstrokes are rigorous and delicate, the outside of the wall is rich and lively, the courtyard is cold and old, the characters are vivid and concrete, and the atmosphere seems to be harmonious, but it exudes a bitterness. Belch...... It shouldn't be bitter...... What can I say?"

He held his forehead and thought hard, and Lin Zhenxian continued: "It's cold." ”

"Yes, yes, it's cold, it's wonderful!" Yang Xuan was elated for a while.

"Brother Chu, can I still get into your eyes?" Song Baojun asked.

Chu Runtian held the corner of the table with an ugly face, and said with difficulty: "Yes, it's good, it's okay." "I don't want to admit the fact that the other party's theories in Danqing are far deeper and richer than my own, and the difference in his realm is as big as the gap between a high school student and a university professor.

Regardless of his techniques, the various brushstrokes, the use of the middle, side, reverse, drag, and scatter is just right, and the various effects of the ink method, black, white, thick, light, dry, and wet are rich and colorful, which are the basic skills of Chinese painting.

The most powerful thing is his understanding of color, which not only interprets the emotions of joy and loneliness, but also cleverly changes the composition of the original painting, making the intention clear, the subject and the guest clear, and enhancing the unity.

The figures, landscapes, buildings and other individuals in the painting are connected to each other and are indispensable, forming an inseparable whole.

In this whole, there are also the most emphasized contradictions and contrasts in Chinese painting, black and white, sparse and dense, dynamic and static, virtual and real, cold and warm, which fit each other perfectly.

Chu Runtian knew that it would be difficult for him to reach the height of Song Baojun if he practiced for another ten years.

"Oh! It's ruined! It completely ruined Senior Brother Chu's hard work! Song Baojun, what good deeds do you see? This is a tyrannical thing!" Qin Shumin shouted unknowingly, and it was very loud in the courtyard, waking up all the other people who were immersed in the content of the painting.

Chu Runtian still wanted to cover up the past, but when he was shouted loudly by this woman, he suddenly became angry in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Qin Shumin, you shut up for me!"

"How, how?" Qin Shumin didn't expect to make Senior Brother Chu unhappy, and she was quite at a loss.

Chu Runtian took a deep breath, finally didn't have a seizure on the spot, and said, "Brother Song has changed very well, you don't have to say more." ”

"This, this, this ......"

Chu Runtian said: "Apologize to Brother Song!"

Qin Shumin was stunned.

Seeing that she didn't move, Chu Runtian raised his voice slightly, and urged, "Why don't you apologize?"

Qin Shumin thought to herself that I was for your good, why did you fall towards others? For a while, she felt full of grievances, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and she bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry, classmate Song Baojun." ”

Song Baojun shook his hand very weakly, and said impatiently: "Chu Runtian, the content of my change can't be seen by ordinary women, what are you talking about her?"

Someone thought, "It's right to change the word 'general' to 'vulgar' in your words." ”

Chu Runtian was stunned, and it was not good to continue to make any inappropriate remarks, so he coughed vigorously and lowered his head to admire the painting.

Qin Shumin finally put away her thoughts, and saw that all the rich and handsome boys were arching around the side with Song Baojun as the center, and an astonishing thought suddenly appeared in her heart: "Could it be that he is the hidden rich second generation?

Yang Xuan looked at Song Baojun and said, "What a calligraphy and painting masterpiece! Mr. Song has such great ability, I have studied at Chazhou University for more than three years, and I have never heard of your name, which is disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

He changed the original slightly casual title of "Brother Song" to "Mr.", which showed his respect.

"Don't dare, don't dare. When Song Baojun entered the door before, the two of them were humble.

Yang Xuan laughed and said, "Mr. Song, this friend, I, Yang have made a deal! Quickly take out the Fenjiu that I have treasured for many years." I'm going to have a few drinks with Mr. Song. ”

A servant was ordered to return to the house and carefully bring out a fine porcelain vase with a thin neck and round belly.

The name Fenjiu is plain in Yang Xuan's mouth, but it is actually a Xinghua Village that has been cellared for 30 years, and the survival is scarce, and it is difficult to buy it with money.

Yang Xuan poured two cups, held one of them to Song Baojun with both hands, and said, "Mr. Song, I respect you." ”

Song Baojun couldn't refuse, and drank it dry in one gulp, which was mellow and mellow in his throat, fragrant and pleasant.

Yang Xuan also drank a cup, and the two sides looked at each other and smiled, representing that Song Baojun officially joined the Hanshan Society.

Don't look at this Yang Xuan wearing a modified Hanfu, pretending to be tight, but he is actually the vice president and patron of the Hanshan Society. The family is wealthy, spends money like flowing water, and acts chicly, and makes friends with talented people everywhere on weekdays.

He made this statement, and other people's attitudes towards Song Baojun also began to change.

Even Ai Langzhou was thinking: Have I ever competed with this kind of cattle for Ye Jingchun?

Lin Zhenxian said sincerely: "Song Baojun, can I buy your painting?"

"The author of this painting is Brother Chu, I only filled in a few strokes, if you really want to buy it, you have to ask Brother Chu what it means. Song Baojun laughed and kicked the ball away.

Chu Runtian was still a little dissatisfied, because this sentence eliminated a lot of resentment, and hurriedly said: "Classmate Lin, I gave this painting to you." ”

""Xihua Zen Residence Xingle Tu" is your hard work, and I can't ask for it in vain, but I really like it. Lin Zhenxian thought for a while and said, "One hundred thousand, okay?"

Chu Runtian was taken aback, he wanted to say too much, it was not worth it.

Song Baojun shook his head, too little.

Lin Zhenxian continued: "Dollars." ”

At this time, even Yang Xuan and Bei Shijie, who don't take banknotes as money, have to doubt their lives. 100,000 US dollars for a painting, even if there are few famous artists at home and abroad.

Lin Zhenxian explained with a smile: "Last time I audited a calligraphy class, Mao Zhufeng said that Song Baojun's calligraphy works can be worth eight million, and I think this painting should not be bad." ”

Mao Zhu Feng!

That's a master!

When everyone heard this, they gasped again.

To paraphrase a setting in the online game, if Lin Zhenxian's reputation value for Song Baojun was friendly before, now it has risen to respect.

For no other reason, a person who is proficient in an art is a talent, and in many places it is enough to be likable. And those who are proficient in two arts can be called geniuses, Song Baojun is excellent in calligraphy and painting, and his talent is clearly here, it is not surprising that Lin Zhenxian's favor for him has risen.

When Yang Xuan picked up Xinghua Village again, Song Baojun gave Chu Runtian a look.

That meaning couldn't be clearer, Chu Runtian secretly said that he was willing to lose the bet, and said stubbornly: "Brother Yang, still, let me pour the bar for everyone." ”

"Hehe, Brother Chu is too polite. ”

When Chu Runtian poured Song Baojun's cup, the latter patted him on the shoulder like an elder and said with a smile: "Xiao Chu, if you work hard in the future, there is still a lot of room for improvement." ”

Chu Runtian could only smile bitterly.

Then everyone drank and had fun, talked about poetry and songs, and some people performed a show that could not be on the stage, and they also ushered in a round of applause, and everyone rejoiced.

Ai Langzhou originally planned to invite Ye Jingchun to participate in the Hanshan Club gathering, wanting the girl to see the high-level Chinese studies of college students, but he didn't expect to kill a Song Baojun in the air, and in the face of everyone's ridicule and sarcasm, he quietly showed his talent in calligraphy and painting.

Even the most arrogant Chu Runtian was willing to bow down, and Yang Xuan even called the other party Mr. respectfully, and the situation took a turn for the worse, so that Ai Langzhou did not dare to speak from beginning to end.

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I wish all readers who like Xiaobaoshu a happy Chinese New Year, all the best, a happy family, and a lot of money!

Thank you!

I also wish Xiaobao all the best in the 17th year of his birth, and the most important thing is to be safe and secure, and make a fortune!

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