Because of the heavy rain, most of the scholars were stranded in Luzhou City, and the wine shops and teahouses in the city suddenly ushered in a wave of money-making frenzy, which was almost on the verge of the state test.

They had nothing to do at hand, and idleness became their pastime, from morning to evening.

On the contrary, Song Beiyun, who should be the most busy, is sitting at the small desk at the moment, drawing on a piece of linen with a linen, and the person who models him is sitting there who has not moved for an hour.

"But is it finished? My legs and feet are numb. ”

"It's almost there, why are you in a hurry?" Song Beiyun said dissatisfiedly while mixing mineral pigments with a strangely shaped brush: "Don't move, this is the first time I have tried to paint oil paintings, if it succeeds, people in hundreds or a thousand years will be able to see how beautiful my home is." ”

In fact, the artistic achievements of the East and the West are not superior or inferior, they are all the crystallization of beautiful inspiration, but if we have to compare, Oriental painting as a whole pays more attention to the expression of the spiritual level, is more macroscopic, broad and profound. Western painting, on the other hand, pays more attention to the individual's gaze, the details are better, and the use of color is more daring, which Song Beiyun has always felt is a shortcoming.

So as long as he has leisure these days, he will toss the paint, mainly the ore pigment, after all, only the ore pigment can withstand the mottling of time, leave the most beautiful girls in the world to future generations to admire, tell them that Benima appreciates the Western aesthetics all day long, and the beautiful girls of your ancestors can still make you have strange dreams at night.

"Okay, no......" Pretty was a little impatient: "I'm going to the toilet." ”

"Okay, okay, it's almost done." Song Beiyun sprayed a layer of grease emulsion on the painting with a blowpipe, then got up and took a few steps back, hugged his arms and nodded: "Yes, you can take a look." ”

Qiao Qiao ignored him, and as soon as he heard the slogan of disbandment, he rushed out and got into the latrine, while Song Beiyun was still there admiring his work.

Anyway, this is probably the first oil painting on this planet, and in terms of artistic value, it may be inferior to the Mona Lisa, after all, it took more than ten years for the painting to be painted, and Song Beiyun's painting only took one morning.

But in a historical sense, this is a big deal, he has already figured out a way to spread the craft and let everyone start creating on this basis, after all, this thing is like planting a flag on terra nullius, no matter how well you plan, the land always belongs to the first flag planter.

When he thought that thousands of years later, people would write in the history of art that "the first real oil painting of mankind was born in the Song Dynasty of China around 1000 AD, and this painting is now in the collection of the Palace Museum in Beijing and is a cultural treasure that will never be exhibited", Song Beiyun felt as if he had done something great about the thief Nima.

After a while, she quietly came back and saw Song Beiyun's oil painting, she frowned as if she was looking at a piece of shit......

"Alas! What a look on your face? ”

"Why is it so ugly?"

"Ugly?" Song Beiyun laughed out loud with a weak heart: "You can do it, you can do it." ”

Quietly snorted: "You teach me first." ”

"Okay, I'll teach you today."

After that, he began to teach Qiao Qiao how to adjust colors and how to make brushes little by little, and in about an hour, Qiao Qiao, who had exploded in artistic talent, had already mastered this not too difficult skill.

"Red and blue are green ......"

"No, it's purple!" Song Beiyun corrected: "You still paint like this, hehe." ”

Qiao Qiao glanced at him, but did not refute, but continued to try to mix the colors on the paulownia board, while Song Beiyun said cool words next to him: "In this way, if you can make it beautiful, I promise you a condition." If not, you know. ”

"Okay." Qiaoqiao is also a little unwilling to admit defeat, she has no shame when the two of them get along together, and Qiaoqiao's courage has gradually honed these days: "Isn't it just swallowing, just listen to you." ”

"Okay, good, the pen is for you, you come."

Song Beiyun stood behind Qiao Qiao with anticipation, watched her find the color sense little by little, and then began to modify this ugly oil painting.

At the beginning, she was still a little clumsy, but after half an hour, Song Beiyun began to panic a little, this talent is too good, right? It's true...... A person who has only been exposed to this new thing for an hour or two can play with colors so beautifully, let alone systematic learning, is simply ......

Talented.

In addition to the word genius, Song Beiyun couldn't think of any other words to explain Qiaoqiao's talent, she would look at the color palette a few times at first, but then she stopped looking at the color on it at all, and directly began to advance to the color on the canvas.

Compared with Song Beiyun's artistic style of blind chicken painting, Qiao Qiao is much more delicate, because she has not been exposed to anything like ink and blue before, there is nothing to interfere with her artistic inspiration, so she is really incarnated as a canvas now, filling her mind with brilliant colors.

When she was painting, she looked back at the bronze mirror next to her from time to time, and only continued to start after carefully examining it for a while, so she tossed for six or seven hours, and after Song Beiyun woke up from a sleep, she completely put down the pen.

"Painted? I'll take a look. ”

When Song Beiyun walked over, she found that there were not only pens left for her before, but also a few more brushes of different thicknesses in front of her.

And when Song Beiyun walked in front of the painting, he couldn't even believe his eyes, his original oil painting of the brutalist way had completely changed under the pretty modification.

The people in the paintings are as vivid as the photographs, whether it is the hair or the folds on the clothes, they are incredibly fine.

And Pretty Sitting in front of the painting, she still looks a little dissatisfied?

"You're outrageous, aren't you?" Song Beiyun looked carefully at the front and back, left and right: "It's not scientific." ”

"It's not good enough, it's torn."

Pretty stretched out her hand to destroy the painting unsatisfied, but Song Beiyun, who was quick-eyed, stopped her: "I doubt that you will be called Da Vinci in the next life, don't tear it up...... It's going to allow you to buy an office building in New York in a thousand years. ”

Qiaoqiao: "??? ”

Song Beiyun didn't explain who Leonardo da Vinci was, nor did he say what New York was, but kept staring at the painting that she didn't think was perfect enough.

To be honest, Song Beiyun really can't see what's wrong, it's really that kind of hyper-realistic work, you can still see the traces of the brush when you get closer, but a little farther away, it really looks like an artistic photo taken in a photo studio.

Let's just say that in his last life, Song Beiyun went to see an oil painting exhibition of Leng Jun before he was disabled, and the details on the oil painting at that time could be said to be breathtaking, and it could even be opened with a camera. But even so, Song Beiyun felt that the shock brought to him by Qiaoqiao today was definitely far greater than what he felt when he saw the exhibition at that time.

You know, this was more than 1,000 years ago! This is the first oil painting! This is the first time that human beings have created art in this way! And it was born in the hands of a teenage girl who has no art education at all, and the ligatures are taught by herself one by one!

I took it, I really took it. No wonder people say that talent is far more important than diligence, and with the talent of Qiaoqiao, Song Beiyun feels that she may not be able to reach the height of a beginner by concentrating on oil painting for 30 years.

Although his painting skills are definitely not bad, whether it is anatomical drawings or mechanical drawings, those things that are completely different from oil painting are two fields.

But Qiaoqiao is completely different, she is really fast and good, she is the kind of natural sensitivity to lines, colors and perspective, this is definitely a top talent.

"Mom......" Song Beiyun hugged her pretty waist from behind: "You are really amazing......"

After being praised, she laughed beautifully, and then raised her head to look at Song Beiyun: "Don't forget what you promised me." ”

"Say it! I'm willing to gamble and lose. ”

"Well......" Qiaoqiao thought for a while: "From today on, you can't run around anymore, concentrate on studying and prepare for the state exam." ”

Still worried about the state exam? Song Beiyun really didn't want to say that he was escorted, not that he didn't believe in Qiaoqiao but was really embarrassed, and if he wanted to let Brother Yusheng know, how uncomfortable he would be.

"Okay, I'll just promise you, but you can't run around, you have to stay here with me."

"Hmm." Qiao Qiao nodded: "As long as Her Royal Highness the princess doesn't come to me, I won't go anywhere." ”

But before he finished speaking, there was a bang at the door outside, and Song Beiyun stretched out his head to take a look, and found that it was Zuo Rou who kicked the door with a tyrannical face and walked in.

"Why is this aunt here?" Song Beiyun let go of Qiao Qiao and probed out: "On this rainy day, are you going to die?" ”

Zuo Rou didn't speak, just walked into the house with a sullen head and shouted angrily: "I'm not doing it anymore!" ”

"What's not going to do it?"

"I said I didn't want to have anything to do with that guy anymore. You! Zuo Rou pointed at Song Beiyun: "Go and kill him." ”

"You're crazy." Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "Why don't you go by yourself?" ”

Maybe Zuo Rou also felt that what she said was a bit silly, so she didn't answer, but just asked angrily: "Where did you die during the day, I can't find it!" ”

"I'm ......" Song Beiyun sat down on the chair with a smile: "Don't trouble me when you are angry, I told you yesterday, His Royal Highness King Fu gave me a verbal warning, let me be honest these days." Where can I go, I haven't gone out for a day. ”

"Really?"

"You still don't believe me?" Song Beiyun pointed at Qiaoqiao: "You ask her." ”

Qiao Qiao nodded again and again: "I didn't go anywhere." ”

Zuo Rou pouted, ripped off her hair with an unhappy face, and made a gesture to take off her wet clothes, Song Beiyun hurriedly stopped: "Alas, brother, it's too much!" ”

"I'm soaking wet! It's going to be cold! ”

Qiao Qiao stepped forward at this time and whispered to Song Beiyun: "You go to Brother Yusheng first, and I'll take care of it here." ”

"Okay, okay, don't mess with this guy, she's a dominatrix honsha." Song Beiyun gave an order, walked out of the door, and closed the door smoothly.

But not long after she went out, she saw Sister Qiaoyun coming in a hurry, and she asked anxiously, "Is Miss here?" ”

"Yes." Song Beiyun said angrily: "What's wrong, make her angry like that." ”

"Alas......" Qiaoyun sighed: "I'll tell you later, I'll go find Miss first." ”