A dreamless night, perhaps because he was too tired, Ni Bang cried and slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, looking at the food prepared on the table, the child had been sent to school by his parents, and the two old people also went out shopping sweetly, and the elder brother seemed to have some task to go to the meeting, and only he was left in a daze at the quiet home.

"People really can't be too idle, their brains are dull."

She hadn't painted for a long time, and finally she had been busy with the decoration of the studio, and troublesome things such as the opening had delayed her for a long time. Determined, Ni Bang drank the milk in one go, turned upstairs and changed clothes, simple T-shirt, jeans, so that her whole person was full of vitality, casual and youthful.

Park the car, shake the key, see your work from a distance, the mountains and rivers, the colors are incomparable, in the bustling city like a lotus out of the water, clear ripples but not demons, bright and bright, so that many young people can't help but stop and take a closer look, keep taking pictures.

Ni Wan burst into tears and smiled, this is her pride and achievement, how can she not be proud. But as soon as she pushed the door and walked into the studio, she heard the sound of constant quarrels in the reception room, which made her frown slightly, most of the administrative problems were handed over to a few veteran-level foundation members, she was very relieved, those people have dedicated their lives to art, and their only wish is to continue their talents.

"What's wrong with my painting? Isn't it traditional ink painting with some Western-style creations? ”

Seeing that his works were evaluated as worthless, the young man couldn't accept this kind of answer at all, he painted since elementary school, and always hoped to make a breakthrough, in the cold winter and summer, he practiced painting hard, and finally entered the Academy of Fine Arts, only to find that those old professors can only read from the book, and have no passion for creation at all. After graduating from university, because of the recession of the Chinese painting industry, he couldn't even find a job, and finally had no choice but to go to work in the company.

Once let go of his dreams but because of yesterday's report stimulated his nerves, he seemed to see hope, resolutely resigned, and arrived early in the morning with his works, but he was closed.

"This nondescript thing...... We ......"

Because Ni Bang's tears haven't come yet, the only one who can preside over the overall situation is the old and rotten Li Sanfu, although he feels that the child in front of him is talented, but he is too entangled in the essence of breaking through and forgetting his duty. He wanted to appease him, but he didn't want to dampen his dreams, and he didn't know how to phrase them.

"What does it mean to be nondescript, the paintings on your Qinglian glass are not ink paintings done on rice paper, and imitating Zhang Daqian's works is a legitimate tradition?"

Many new employees don't know Ni Bangxi, especially her dress today is completely different from yesterday's opening ceremony, thinking that she is still a young person passing by to look at the painting, but she suddenly took a step.

"Little brother, that's right, it's really not a legitimate traditional creation, but ...... There is indeed something wrong with your work. ”

Where is it easy for the young man who is angry to pass by the small role of playing soy sauce to evaluate his paintings, and shouts a little radically: "Question? Do you understand? ”

With a somewhat disdainful tone, Ni Wanxi was tearful but not angry, there is nothing wrong with young people being impulsive, but it is the problem not to listen to opinions with an open mind.

"I don't understand, ink painting is the quintessence of the country, even the predecessors of Taishan Beidou dare not expand the sea mouth and say that they understand."

Ni Bang tear walked in step by step, Li Sanfu on the side saw that she finally came and couldn't wait to cry bitterly, now the children who study Chinese painting don't know what it means to respect teachers at all, a few students came in the morning, almost didn't make him angry to death, at this moment Ni Bang tear is a savior.

"Ni ......"

Li Sanfu was originally called Teacher Ni, although there is a huge difference in age, but in terms of generation, Ni Wantear is a disciple of Ye Lao, and his status is very lofty. And this is a workplace, and he can't rely on the old and sell the old, or call each other teachers.

"I'll tell you, what are you missing......" But Ni Wanxian waved his hand, didn't care, just stood in front of the wooden table in the reception room. The biggest difference between ink painting and Western-style oil painting is that it is casual, realistic, thick and fine, and your fault is that you blindly pursue gorgeousness and delicacy, but forget the essence. A wonderful work can't move people's hearts and make people feel shocked, what is the use? ”

"Spread the paper!"

With a slight sound, but full of atmosphere, Lao Li immediately went to work obediently.

Ni Bang's tears were polished with her bare hands, and she didn't care too much, and the ink with a bit of aroma was picked up by her at random and splashed out directly, showing a piece of ink on the rice paper.

"What is it in your eyes?"

The stunned young man stared at Ni Bang as if he had seen a monster, and said, "Ink, you have completely ruined this fine rice paper like this." ”

Hearing the other party's frank and honest answer, he laughed, and the children of today are really innocent and cute.

"Sure enough, it's a stupid guy with no aura, how can you be so stupid to innovate, how to break through your own limitations, look at it, stupid melon!"

On a piece of white rice paper, messy ink, in the eyes of outsiders, where is this called creation, it is indeed ruining the best rice paper, it is absolutely nonsense. But the charm of ink painting has the power to turn decay into magic, Ni Bang tears picked up the brush, did not dip the ink, just spilled out of the ink little by little to smudge open, constantly changing posture, fast people can not see clearly, dazzling, a few seconds later gradually see the prototype.

It is an atmospheric bamboo forest, swaying in the breeze, the branches and leaves tremble, vivid, but it is just the posture of splashing ink, according to the strength of the way, but more like the wind blowing the arc, slowly displayed in front of people, slightly embellished, just right.

"See? This is the simplest thing, splashing ink, relying on what? It's not that I'm good at splashing ink, but that I'm masterful and creative about my paintings. Since we have this magical heritage, why not carry it forward and introduce the dull things of oil painting into our creation? You use charcoal for the base, brush strokes, and polishing, do you think we can't see it? ”

Although the foundation is solid, but I haven't met a good teacher, but I can stay and cultivate and carve it, Ni Bang turned around with a gentle smile and went to clean his hands, and the stupid young man was completely shocked when he looked at the simplest but most difficult bamboo leaf in front of him.

Ink painting seems to be casual, but the pen is powerful, one stroke is complete, the stroke should be stable, and the lower plate is powerful, these things need to be honed over time, and the accumulated things should never appear on a woman's young and immature face, but Ni Bang Tears did it, so simple, seemingly casual but calm.

"It's amazing......"

The silly boy muttered to himself at the painting, and Li Sanfu on the side showed a proud expression.

"Of course it's amazing, Mr. Ni is a disciple of Ye Lao, a master of Chinese painting who is truly well-known abroad, not inferior to our group of old bones at all, blue out of blue and better than blue."

Ni Wan, who came back from cleaning her hands, shook her head slightly, and Lao Li looked proud, as if she was his apprentice.

"Teacher Li, don't be so arrogant, I'm just stained with the light of the teacher, and I have the title of a closed disciple of Ye Lao, maybe I'm just luckier than others. On top of this principle, I am still far from pursuing more skills and talents. ”

On the road of learning, she has never been complacent, she is still young, and she still has the opportunity to continue to learn and improve her strength.

"You're Ni...... Ni Bang tears? ”

For the stupid boy's unbelievable expression, Ni Bang burst into tears and laughed again, although she was not a few years older than the other party in her eyes, but on the road of learning to paint, she definitely looked at the students in front of her with an old-timer attitude.

"I'm just, if you want to learn painting, follow Teacher Li, you have to sharpen it for a few years."

To put it casually, Ni Bangxian still likes the silly boy in front of him who has a fast brain but is confined, and he is at least a good student with this momentum and spirit. If you lose your enthusiasm and research spirit, that's the most distressing problem.

The foundation is good and worthy of support.

Seeing that Ni Bang turned around to leave, the man in front of him knelt on the marble floor with a puff and grabbed the corner of her jeans.

"No, no, the teacher is above, please accept the apprenticeship, my greatest wish is to learn from you, please accept me as an apprentice."

He saw Ni Bang's tearful works in yesterday's broadcast, and was instantly blinded by all his minds, and just wanted to enjoy it up close again. A great opportunity is in front of him, he must not miss it, a good master can really bring him into the door.

"Poof! You guy really kicked his nose in the face, and he still can't look down on Lao Li as a master? Am I ashamed of you? ”

Li Sanfu, who was snubbed, quit, what's wrong with him? Although it is not as good as those old guys of Taishan Beidou, at least he is also a recognized teacher in the industry, and he has a lot of apprentices, why is he not treated now?

"Hahaha, Mr. Li, I think this stupid boy is not clear-headed, follow me? Are you sure? ”

Ni Bang tears seemed to hear a joke, laughed loudly, there were many children who came to study, but they were basically tortured by her and then transferred to Li Sanfu, her kind of radical sect Fang who became Ye Lao is simply inhuman growth history, where can ordinary people afford it. Although she also wanted to change something, this was all she remembered, and she didn't have the stamina and perseverance, and she didn't know that she wasted too much effort.

After all, Ni Bangxian is still young, not those old guys who are about to decay, he has almost passed the climax of creation, and his hands are shaking when he picks up the brush, and he can only pour all his expectations into the students. But she still has to learn, to see, to create, to meet the growth and peak!

"Hundreds of Millions of Runaway Wives"****[Qi Xiaoluo's works]***[First published on the novel reading network]****[Support genuine]****

I like the fragrance of ink, I like calligraphy, I like Chinese painting, this is the charm that Mouqi yearns for, I hope you like it!