Chapter Twenty-Eight: Painting Appreciation

"Master, Second Master Nalan and they are here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info" The maid standing on the corridor of the main hall watched the group come over from a distance, and hurriedly said goodbye to the room.

The corners of Huang Shangshu's forehead jumped, and he couldn't help cursing his own bunch of lazy minions.

It's like a wreck, and even a six-year-old girl can't stop it!

However, his face was not obvious, and he was still beautiful, he straightened his waist and said loudly outside: "Hurry up and welcome my virtuous son-in-law in." ”

Huang Yilian straightened his hair in a messy bun when he heard this, and glanced down at Nalan Qi.

Because of the previous fall, Nalan Qi's hair was very disordered at this time, and the corners of his skirt were wrinkled.

"Being a minion is not like a minion! The master is not well-groomed, and he doesn't know how to come and take care of it! After a few glances, Huang Yilian's face was slightly gloomy, and he glared at Qiu Ju with a cold snort.

Qiu Ju, who had been standing on the edge of the kang with her head hanging since the painting was presented, reluctantly stepped forward, half-squatted beside Nalan Qi, and slowly combed her hair in a bun.

Nalan Qi knew very well in his heart that this Nizi was afraid that she was thinking carefully, and wanted to rub her father into the house and let him see his pitiful appearance! But looking at the stepmother's posture, I'm afraid this idea is about to fail.

"Clumsy! What kind of system? Sure enough, after a while, Huang Yilian scolded, pushed Qiu Ju aside again, and squeezed over.

"Qi'er, your father usually holds you on the tip of his heart, if he knows that you have fallen, he may not know what the distress will become. Mother also knows that you have always been a filial person, so don't mention it to him. ”

She quickly tucked aside her scattered hair for Nalan Qi, and instructed gently.

"Yes, Mother." Nalan Qi nodded obediently.

"Say hello to a few lords and concubines" As soon as the words fell, there was a loud greeting outside, and Huang Yilian gave Nalan Qi a meaningful look and stood up hurriedly.

"Father-in-law, I heard that my little child who was late is coming, and I, as a father, should talk to her well."

As the clear sound of jade colliding sounded, a huge group of people poured in under the open curtain.

When his father came, Nalan Qi tilted his head slightly to look for his familiar figure, but suddenly froze.

The face that made her cry wet and wet when she dreamed back countless times at midnight appeared unexpectedly! Somehow, Nalan Qi recalled the day he died.

On that day, under the last quarter moon of the miserable white slaughter, the man licked her face with his saliva lips! Pull her skin with her fingers as cold as snakeskin! That day, under the heavy sky entrenched in dark clouds, her last hopeless struggle!

But why?

When she was young and ignorant, she also followed the man who had a lot of interesting ideas with Nalan Yu, calling "uncle" with a crisp children's voice; She also held the bamboo dragonfly that the man had tied for herself, and jumped, jumped, and ran happily······

Why, exactly? In his previous life, until Jin Bu shook into his heart, Nalan Qi didn't figure it out.

"Miss, how many masters of the Huang family are watching you" Qiu Ju gently pushed Nalan Qi, and bowed her waist and whispered in her ear.

Nalan Qi came back to her senses violently, she turned her head to Shang Qiuju's face full of concern and confusion, and blinked her eyes a few times.

"Miss, you should greet them." Although she was surprised by her young lady's previous trance-like appearance, Qiu Ju still understood and lowered her voice to remind Nalan Qi.

"Qi'er has seen the eldest uncle, the second uncle." Nalan Qi let out a long breath and slowly relaxed. Her eyes were half-closed, her head bowed, and she bowed with great respect.

"Good! Good! This girl doesn't say that the girl likes it, even I, a rough man, are very happy to look at it. Uncle Huang grinned.

"Mrs. Li?" Nalan Junyi only noticed the figure that was almost lying on the small table at this time, and asked with some confusion.

"Good painting! Good drawing! Only then did Mrs. Li raise her head and stroke her beard and sigh.

Immediately, he hurriedly pulled Nalan Junyi to the side of the kang, stared at him with a pair of tiger eyes, and said with a smile: "When did you come?" Then I, a layman, won't be able to get an axe, Brother Nalan will comment on one or two. ”

"Modest, modest." Nalan Junyi was busy composing, but he didn't postpone it, and lowered his head to appreciate the painting.

"Father, isn't this painting in your study?" Seeing this, Nalan Yu interjected loudly, and pouted at Nalan Qi arrogantly.

It's a pity that except for Huang Yilian, who saw her in the rain, worried that she would catch the cold, and was frowning and forcing her to drink ginger tea, the attention of the whole room was focused on the painting, and no one paid attention to her.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! This painting is purely painted in white, the layout is exquisite, the brush is pale and inky, and the unique texture and charm of the painting scroll are outlined by four contrasts: black and white, dynamic and static, sparse, and virtual and real. ”

After half a ring, Nalan Junyi applauded the case, bent down again, and explained to everyone with his hand.

"Here, for example, Mr. Ziyan borrowed vaguely blurred light ink to set off the vast handsomeness of the mountains and forests, and here he used a slightly square and smooth thin line to outline the heavy and drooping appearance of the dress, and the shape and spirit of the characters also jumped on the paper."

explained one or two, but Nalan Junyi raised his eyebrows, and the words changed.

"Although Mr. Ziyan and I both practiced Yan School painting, it is nonsense to say that this is my painting, and our painting habits are very different.

Mr. Ziyan likes to draw in white, writing with a pen and working part-time, and the color is light and elegant, and the picture is long and not redundant, such as in one go.

However, I like to use color, using crimson, cinnabar, stone blue, stone green and other colors to make the picture layered and dazzling. ”

After Nalan Junyi finished speaking, he swept Nalan Yan with his eyes, tapped a few small points with his index finger, and smiled slightly.