Ink painting requires meditation in order to draw "rhyme".

In ancient times, the price of watercolor was very high, and most poor scholars and literati could only use "water" and "ink" as two pigments for painting. The art of ink painting has been inherited to this day, and in a narrow sense, it has become Chinese traditional painting.

The system has cultivated pear wood painting and Chinese painting, so the inkstone has long been purchased home. Due to the gradual cultivation of the system's tasks, Limu purchased ink sticks, seals, pen washes, Wenzhen and other tools early on, some of which are not essential items for painting. However, if an ink painting is missing a seal, it will feel a little strange no matter how you look at it.

Limu laid the easel flat, set up the drawing board, spread a layer of wool felt, and finally opened a long roll of rice paper and pressed it to the town. He told Katsuo to stand aside and be silent, or to find a random place to be quiet.

There is a saying in the industry: Western painting is the art of "representation", and Chinese painting is the art of "expression".

In Limu's view, although the first half of the sentence is a little biased, the second half of the sentence is true. Colors are only presented in black, gray, and white, and the brush is certainly not as delicate as a pencil sketch, and it is difficult for ink painting to "reproduce" the scenery. Therefore, for thousands of years, Chinese people have been pursuing "performance" on the way.

——Poetry is the meaning of painting, book is the bone of painting, and the technique is familiar, and it can be presented to the chest.

Ink painting is "meaning", which expresses the feelings of the painter and the thoughts of the painter.

Limu secretly sighed that if his Chinese painting had been of such a standard at this moment, the National Painting Grand Prix would not have been easily defeated, at least in elementary school. After that incident, the top three still dare not say that they will win it safely, but no one has a reason to brush down their paintings to the point where they can't even exhibit them.

Standing in the bamboo forest, Riki closed his eyes and took a deep breath, placing the pen wash, mineral water bottle, and pen holder on the high stool beside him.

Pen - prepare six, one soft, two hard, three both. Limu made good use of both, and prepared a few more. Both the wolf and the sheep are outside, and the line can be drawn or rendered.

Ink strips – oil smoke ink is used. Pine smoke is suitable for calligraphy, oil smoke is suitable for ink painting, ink black, and shiny.

Paper - used for books cooked rice paper. Shengxuan is easy to seep ink, cooked Xuan has been processed with alum water, and the ink is not easy to penetrate, which can be neatly painted, suitable for painting bamboo.

Inkstone - the use of mud inkstone. Non-top-grade ancient inkstone. Made of fine clay, it has a delicate texture that caresses like baby's skin. The water does not dry up, the cold does not freeze, and the ink does not damage the slightest!

The pear wood added a layer of water to the inkstone, and gently wiped the ink strips, and the ink filaments in the water were entangled, like the wind and clouds, and gathered into a black patch in a moment. Then he took out a pen from the pen holder, set it on a section of rice paper before painting, and slowly looked around the bamboo forest, imprinted the scene into his mind, and transformed the scene into his own image.

Ink painters, with the meaning in their hearts, must have a successful heart.

The bamboo forest in Qingdong Village is not large, with more than 20 acres of land, and the area is larger than 2 football fields. The road is rectangular, one or two hundred meters wide, and there is a semicircle in the middle that is eaten by the fish pond. The bamboo stretched from the mud slope to the wall of the grandmother's courtyard, and then began to be intermittent, and only a few clusters of hemp bamboo grew in the stumbling hills.

Most of the bamboos planted in Qingdong are green bamboos, which are dressed in green all year round, and they are verdant every year. The bamboo in Qingdong is mainly sold to merchants to make baskets, dustpans and brooms, because the bamboo forest is too small, so the industry has not become a climate.

Limu thought that if he let himself run the business, he would definitely contract the land of the villagers and plant a large number of this green bamboo, and it would only take one year to see results. I know foreign languages, and if I have the heart to find it, I can contact European and American businesses, and the business of "foreign trade compilation" is indeed extremely profitable, and the only thing that is exquisite is the handiwork of the villagers. The villagers are not afraid of handicraft, anyway, they will not be able to learn from the elderly, and after a few years, when international trade stabilizes, even if there is only the old lady at home, they can earn more than 300 yuan a day.

But Riki didn't want to do business.

He likes to create, likes the quietness of the bamboo forest, the sound of bamboo leaves, smells the faint fragrance of the bamboo forest, and gradually has the urge to paint the elegant posture of bamboo.

Green bamboo is a bamboo that grows extremely tall, and hemp bamboo is a bamboo with its roots gathered together to produce delicious bamboo shoots. They grow on the edge of the fish pond and are tightly surrounded by green bamboo. The bamboo shoots are unearthed after a month, and passers-by break them open and take them home to pickle.

The distant bamboo sound takes away the troubled thoughts of the pear tree, away from the complicated floating world, and flies outside the window to travel in the sky. It is as if you hear the gurgling water in your ears, as if it is echoing among the towering green mountains, washing away the dust and cleaning up the troubles.

Limu opened his eyes, held on to the ink, and put the pen on the rice paper. The nib of the pen is pressed down on the end of the rice paper, and the center is also closer. The bamboo is long and straight, the pen is sharp, the real press is virtual, swept over, and never drag the mud and water!

The ink seeped into the rice paper, and the wool felt that was cushioned was sucked clean without the slightest intricate seepage.

Familiar Xuan pays attention to "thick and light", and Shengxuan pays attention to "light and thick". Ink painting bamboo does not require too advanced techniques, it is all a brushstroke, and there is no need to cover the light places with thick ink, nor does it need water to dilute the ink. Painting bamboo is the best material for cultivating ink painting after painting clouds.

The bamboo knots are brushed over, and the bamboo leaves are also three strokes. Painting bamboo, no matter how many bamboo leaves, is basically derived from the "three strokes of knots". In winter, the color of bamboo leaves is darker, the leaves are sparse, and the pear wood has been replaced by a wolf's hair, and the leaves are painted with a "single group of layers".

Tea kung fu, two bamboos jumped on the paper!

Riki pressed the seal engraved with "limu" to the ink, and suddenly was stunned by his painting, feeling that it did not meet his mind, and after hesitating for a moment, he gave up the stamp, took away the failed work and re-laid a piece of rice paper.

Even if the skill reaches the level of drawing bamboo, it is in vain if the work is not in line with the intention......

Two hours passed, and it was close to noon, and the Li family compound.

Li Xiuli put the rice pot on the stove and used firewood to cook for a long time, feeling particularly nostalgic. In the previous era of exchanging tickets for food, six sisters married one after another. Originally, it was the eldest sister who cooked, the second sister cooked, and after the eldest sister got married, it was the turn of the second sister to cook, the third sister cooked, and then the third sister cooked, and the fourth sister cooked. In the evening, there are always two sisters busy with the family at the stove, until they are finally married.

When I was young, I rarely ate meat once, and if I wanted to eat meat during the New Year's holidays, I had to try my luck. Whenever a rainstorm had passed, the sisters would go to the puddle by the lake to see if any of the fish that had not long eyes had not followed the water back. Once, when I came back from school, I picked up a large dead fish, which should not have been dead for long according to the receding water, and it seemed to be twitching. I don't know how happy I am when I pack my schoolbag and take it home, and a family of nine people can add vegetables.

Whether it was dead or live fish, Grandma felt that it was fresh and had no peculiar smell and cooked it in the pot, while she was so hungry that she was waiting for the big fish to be served. As a hero who brought the fish home, he did not enjoy special treatment. Grandma is not allowed to rob, even so, one person will quickly eat up the fish with a bite. The fish juice is used for rice, but it is obviously not enough, only two small spoonfuls per person. Fish heads have always been a trophy for parents, and even the last fish bones are chewed with relish.

Usually most of the time there is no meat and vegetables, and I don't dare to put more oil when cooking vegetables at home, so I take a small bowl of fat and keep the lard, and I want to smear a little lard on the rice to ask my parents for permission. Cooking rice is made over an open flame of wood, and the pot can always make a layer of pots, which can be the object of humility when dividing the rice.

Today's New Year is not only green, but each sister brings mung bean cake, white rabbit candy, dried fruits and butcher shops and other New Year's goods, and uses chicken, duck and fish to honor their parents.

The fact that the standard of living has improved so much in just 20 years is all due to Grandpa Deng's implementation of reform and opening up. "A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat doll on his back." The sisters went back to their parents' house in twos and threes, and they probably sang in this state.

Sisters who live close often come back to see their parents, and sisters who rarely live far away also come back today, and the eldest sister, second sister, and sixth sister also rushed back to the ancestral house before noon with their children. Seeing that lunch was almost ready, several people threw the chicken and duck into the kitchen, took out the cooked vegetables they bought by the way and put them in the steamer to heat up.

"Xiuli, are you the only one coming back?" Second sister Li Yuesheng asked. The children are basically playing inside and outside the courtyard, but there is no trace of Liu Xiuli's children.

"She's back with Riki." Li Yuansheng, who came earlier to see Limu, said.

"What about the pear wood, why is there no trace of it?" The eldest sister then asked.

Since the seventh sister is just coming back with the child, it is impossible for the child to go out with his father, and now that he is gone, he should be worried. Why do the third sister, the fourth sister, and the seventh sister still have the leisure to stir-fry here?

"Where are you going to paint?" Li Xiuli said indifferently.

…… Sounds like my sister has long been accustomed to it?

"Alone? How dangerous, why don't you get it back quickly. The second sister was afraid that Li Xiuli had no experience in raising children, so she said in semi-reproachful words.

"I'm ready for lunch, and I'll be back soon." Li Xiuli replied.

"You're still worried about him, aren't you? I heard that this cub has bodyguards, like the black whirlwind Li Kui, which is terrifying. Li Huasheng shook his head when he spoke.

"Huh?"

"I don't know, the beautiful child is amazing now, he has jumped the fifth grade, and he can still sell paintings to make money." Li Yuesheng and Li Yuansheng obviously talked a lot with their sister.

"Ahhh The eldest sister and the second sister were surprised, usually the younger sister drove to be a guest, but she didn't mention it to herself!

"You'll know when you come back, I haven't seen you for more than half a year, that kid is handsome, like a fairy!" Li Yuansheng said in an extremely exaggerated tone.

As a result, everyone still didn't see Limu when they had lunch, but saw the legendary "classmate" come back to help him fill the rice and water. After that, another three hours passed, and the men of each family came to the ancestral house of the Li family one after another, sitting at the gate of the courtyard and chatting by the fire, waiting for the women to kill chickens and blood.

The eldest sister and the second sister were quite worried about Limu, who had disappeared for five hours, and was afraid that the seventh sister had never heard of child abduction and trafficking before she was deeply involved in the world. It's okay to sell it to others to raise, but it's miserable to be cut off and pulled to pick up and beg. was so anxious that he almost wanted to ask the men to look for someone, but was unexpectedly stopped by Li Xiuli.

She was very relieved about the two of them, anyway, lunch had already been brought by Katsuo, and as long as her son was not hungry and there was a danger of stomach perforation, she had nothing to worry about. Riki and Katsuo, one shows mature thinking ability, and the other has adult action, and the two are a complete combination together.

It didn't take long for the two of them to slowly walk down the muddy slope.

The big one was a head taller than all the men present, his arms were thicker than his feet, and his chest and waist were in an inverted trapezoidal shape.

The small one is delicate and handsome, with a steady gait and a pleasant demeanor, and at first glance he feels different, what a peerless character!