The fatigue of the journey and Jin Xiaobao also had to prepare, and at the same time, the oil paintings sent over also needed to be packed and put into storage, so we had to delay for a day, and on the third day, everyone left for Giverny Town together.

Although the town of Giverny is only 80 kilometers from Paris, it was not easy to get there in the 19th century, especially Gao Hongsheng and his group of more than a dozen men and women.

First you have to take a train to a small station called Vernon, and then take a horse-drawn carriage to the small town of Giverny, otherwise an eighty-kilometer journey by horse-drawn carriage from Paris is not a journey at all, and can be described as a living sin.

But don't worry, this is not to Monet's residence yet, but just the scenery along the way and this town has made Gao Hongsheng and his party feel worthwhile, here is simply a paradise, the town has layers of undulating mountains, white walls and red roofed farmhouses, lush woods, blooming flowers, rolling farmland, winding rivers, like a garden and paradise on earth, full of poetic and picturesque pastoral scenery.

After meeting Brooke in the town and stopping for a while to arrange their lodgings, they were led by him to Monet's garden in four carriages.

Brooke arrived in the town a day early, and he had to arrange a qiē and say hello to Monet, and it was very rude to visit someone abruptly, which was the main reason for the delay of the day.

There is no way to take a horse-drawn carriage to Monet's residence, who made this guy's garden a little large, covering an area of ninety-six hectares, and at the same time taking a horse-drawn carriage to visit is just as much a status symbol as driving to visit someone's house now. The enthusiasm and curiosity of the French made Gao Hongsheng and his party attract attention, who called them the Qing Dynasty, since they entered the town of Giverny, their yellow skin and black hair immediately attracted people's attention.

Fortunately, Gao Hongsheng and they have long been accustomed to this kind of gorilla-like gaze, who called the Great Qing Kingdom too few people came, and these days they have become accustomed to the feeling of being visited.

After a few turns, through a path to Monet's residence, Monet and his wife and eldest son are standing at the door to greet their arrival, after all, Gao Hongsheng's banner is a female painter from the Qing Dynasty from the East to visit, which can't help but arouse Monet's curiosity and attention, it is really this year no painter from the Qing Dynasty has been to Paris, he is also very curious about what kind of art that ancient country will bring.

After some politeness, Monet enthusiastically led them to visit his room, at this time Monet had not yet built the current two-story house, his house was very simple, no different from those ordinary houses along the way, the pointed roof and stone walls, the walls were crawling with turquoise vines, the house was not big, only more than thirty square meters, and a group of people squeezed into it seemed a little narrow.

In the end, it was Gao Hongsheng who unloaded the picnic things brought on the last carriage, and everyone was more comfortable on the grass of Mona Garden, anyway, the lowest temperature in October was only thirteen or fourteen degrees, and it was warmer than in the room when the warm sun shone on it.

The weather in France is like this, neither lukewarm nor hot, but don't rain, after the rain, it will be cold and cold, which makes people feel very uncomfortable, Gao Hongsheng, a northern Yankee, is afraid of the cold, so he must have a fireplace where he stays, otherwise he really can't stand it, the kind of cold that is revealed from the depths of his heart.

Communication does not belong to Gao Hongsheng, his knowledge of painting can be explained by the lack of knowledge, the difference between oil painting and watercolor painting in Western painting, except for the difference in dyes, he does not know what else is different.

If you ask him again what is the difference between ink landscapes and freehand flowers and birds in Chinese painting, then you might as well knock him to death with a stick.

What you don't understand is not understood, no one is omnipotent, Gao Hongsheng had to be the translator of the two female artists, who made Felia, a stupid woman, still unable to translate French into Chinese fluently, she could only translate Monet's French into English first, and then translated by Gao Hongsheng into Chinese.

But when it came to the most important part of the discussion, he was stuck, how to translate the artistic conception into English, and then into French, what else to delineate and embellish these English how to say? These were so obscure that he scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry and couldn't figure out how to express them.

Fortunately, Jin Xiaobao saw his embarrassment, and hurriedly mentioned that he still used on-the-spot painting to discuss with each other, which saved Gao Hongsheng, otherwise he really didn't know how to be a good translator.

Monet also agreed with this mentions, and he also felt the language barrier between the two sides, painting on the spot is much simpler, many techniques and techniques can be seen, and it can increase the understanding of both sides, art is the same, isn't it!

Monet led them on a tour of his studio, which was more of a barn than a barn, a large barn with canvases and canvases, and paintings from friends and some of his works hung on the walls around it.

However, Gao Hongsheng did not show his face, but enthusiastically helped to prepare the materials for painting, Chinese painting needs a long case, Western painting needs a drawing board, there is no choice but to move Monet's dining table into the studio, while Jin Xiaobao and Lin Daiyu are concentrating on preparation.

Gao Hongsheng thought that Jin Xiaobao was just to take a brush, dip it in ink, and then complete an ink landscape painting with light and dark in a single stroke.

As soon as the dining table was set, I saw a little maid holding a small wooden box to the dining table, gently put it up, and then opened the lid on the wooden box, and saw a bunch of small porcelain bottles inside the bottles and cans neatly placed inside, and then lifted the layer containing these bottles and cans and put them aside, and there was another layer inside, which was densely filled with all kinds of brushes, from wolf hair to row brushes.

Take out the layer of the brush, and below are the three inkstones and more than a dozen kinds of ink blocks that Gao Hongsheng knows. This qiē not only attracted Gao Hongsheng, but also Monet pointed to the things on the table and asked.

"What's in these bottles?"

"Dyes, these are all dyes, similar to the oil paint dyes you use, but they are different, you can see them later."

"Are these brushes for painting?"

"Yes, these are brushes for painting."

"What is this?" "Inkstone and ink." "How do I use it?" "Is there any clear water?" "Look, pour water into the inkstone, and then circle it with the ink block, you see, and the ink comes out. Ay! I'm not done yet! ”

"Don't stretch out your hand if you don't understand, the ink you use is what I use for painting, Jin Xiaobao doesn't use this kind of ink, hey! I'll do it first. Lin Daiyu pushed Gao Hongsheng aside, reached out and took the ink in her hand and turned around and handed it to the little maid who was snickering on the side, and asked the maid to sharpen the ink, she was ready to show off her skills.