As soon as I entered the house, I almost hung up after working overtime...... That's it for today

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"Whose kid are you, why did you get into trouble with that mad dog of Qian Zhixu?"

Guan Kunyu turned his head to see that it was a painter sitting next to him who was talking, and he didn't seem to be wealthy in terms of clothing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't understand, but when I reported to my family, I said that I was a military household, and he was like that."

"Then it's no wonder." The painter sighed and said, "Qian Zhixu is a proud person, but whenever he encounters two kinds of people, he always has to stick to them and try to do it, and he will never give up until he reaches his goal." One is a person who is quite famous, and he wants to prove that he is stronger; The second is the military household, but whenever there is a military household learning to paint, he will be humiliated regardless of age or skill. ”

Guan Kunyu was puzzled: "What? Does he have a grudge against the military? ”

"I heard that his father was scolded by Qi Dashuai, and since then he has looked at the military household unpleasantly. Later, when there was a trouble, this Qian Gongzi was kidnapped by the Japanese bandits, but there was nothing wrong with the people, and it happened that Yu Dashuai led the troops over and rescued him. ”

"In this way, Yu Dashuai still has a life-saving grace for him, how can he hold such a grudge against the military household?"

"Who makes people proud? Think about it, he's fighting, who has time to pay attention to him, just stay there when he rescues him, he doesn't want to drag people to change new clothes, but also help him boil water and bathe! And send troops to escort him home! Isn't this nonsense!

The surnamed Qian saw that no one paid attention to him, so he made a feud! felt that these rough men deliberately insulted his Sven, and when he met people, he said that the disaster of the Japanese rebellion was all due to the military households, and the reason why he was tied up by the Japanese and suffered so many crimes was because the soldiers were not effective. ”

Guan Kunyu rolled his eyes, this person's thinking is strange enough, he dares to play music on the battlefield, and if he doesn't die there, it can be regarded as blind by God.

"Boy, are you enlightened, can you write your own name? Or if you lose in a while, I'll write the words on the drawing for you? ”

Guan Kunyu was displeased.

"No, I might be lucky enough to win."

The painter immediately laughed, pointed to Master Wu not far away, and said:

"Boy, you're daydreaming! Although Qian Zhixu is not very good, he has real skills in painting, and he can be regarded as the number one person among the young talents in Songjiang Mansion. ”

"He's really strong?"

"Pretty strong! Among the people who have not reached the crown in Songjiang Mansion, his painting skills are in the top ten! ”

Guan Kunyu frowned, although it was not a big deal even if he lost at his age, he really didn't want to see Qian Zhixu's smug face again.

What to do?

Guan Kunyu was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a loud voice shouting:

"Painters, please get up and congratulate the old lady!"

The painters around stood up in unison, and Guan Kunyu did the same, got up and bowed to Mrs. Wu.

"Finish! Please take a seat and start writing! ”

After the other painters sat down, they were all sticking their heads to carefully observe the appearance of Wu Lao Taijun, but Guan Kunyu was not, he was checking the paper and other painting tools provided by the Wu family on the table.

The thickness of the wolf and the sheep are complete, the ink has also been researched in advance, the quality is quite good, as for the various colors of pigments are also prepared, but they are not prepared, and there are a few pieces of paper on the table with a paperweight for use.

Obviously, the samurai are very well prepared, and no matter what faction the painter is, these things can basically meet the requirements.

Guan Kunyu picked up the paper and looked at it carefully, and found that the top two were raw and the bottom two were cooked Xuan. Portraits are mostly made with a brush, and it is more suitable for familiar Xuan, but there are also people who like to paint portraits with freehand painting, so Shengxuan is also prepared.

When Guan Kunyu saw Shu Xuan, he remembered an idea - if he painted Chinese painting characters, he really didn't have the confidence to do that Qian Zhixu, after all, he had never tried ink portrait painting in his previous life, so he simply sketched it!

Just do it! Guan Kunyu decisively took out the pencil set he had just arrived and spread it on the table, and began to draw a draft design composition on raw rice paper.

Sheng Xuan is not very suitable for sketching, so he can barely use it to draw a draft, and one person will have four pieces of paper, saving waste.

It was only at this time that Guan Kunyu was able to calm down and carefully observe Wu Lao Taijun.

The old lady is quite well maintained, although her hair is all white, and her face is full of wrinkles, but her face is full of red, so that she doesn't have to think about anything in terms of demeanor, just paint it realistically.

In other aspects, the old lady's face is a bit wide, and if you draw the front directly, it will directly expose the shortcomings, Guan Kunyu habitually thought about whether to help the old lady adjust the angle, starting from the side face will look a lot better, but before he started to write, he patted his head hard.

"I almost made a mistake, it seems that the portrait on a formal occasion like the Ming Dynasty can only be painted with a frontal portrait, and it must also be a frontal portrait sitting upright, which saves the trouble of composition, but unfortunately I can't play to my strengths and avoid weaknesses...... Forget it, the width of the face is the width of the face, and I'll try to add a beautiful picture effect later. ”

said that it was a beautiful picture effect, but in fact, Guan Kunyu didn't dare to change things at will, because he wasn't sure how the people of the Ming Dynasty could accept it, and the ages were far apart, and the difference in aesthetics was also quite large.

Because there is basically nothing to conceive, and even the posture is correct, Guan Kunyu's draft was quickly completed, and then he took out the familiar propaganda and spread it out with a paperweight, and started to work.

Guan Kunyu first used a pencil with a decyl font, which is the hardest of this series of pencils, which is roughly equivalent to about 4H to 5H in later generations, hard, light in color, and difficult to draw black. Guan Kunyu's painting habit is to first draw a few points on the paper with a hard pencil to locate them, and then when he paints again, it is easy to determine the outline of the portrait, and once the lines are covered, these points cannot be seen, even if there is no eraser.

Many painters, including Guan Kunyu, were all working hard, and they didn't notice that the troupe behind them was ready to start the play again.

When Guan Kunyu was on the last point, there was a loud shout behind him, followed by gongs and drums, which frightened Guan Kunyu and trembled, and the original point immediately became a line.

Staring at the shallow line that was an eyesore, Guan Kunyu was about to scold his mother, but there was someone around him who spoke before him, and it wasn't just one person.

"I (beep)! My paintings! ”

This is the same as Guan Kunyu, who accidentally turned into a line.

"(beep) (beep) (beep)! That's it, Lao Tzu repainted! ”

This is more miserable, a little bit of ink, accidentally poked the pen directly on the desktop, don't you say, luck is really good, it was knocked out of the appearance of a peony......

Of course, this is a more grumpy temper, and there are more elegant ones, such as Qian Zhixu, he didn't yell at it, but just let his little scholar run and ask the Wu family for a few new pieces of paper.

At this time, Guan Kunyu knew that the original paper was not enough to add.

Guan Kunyu glanced at the thin line on his paper, and suddenly felt that it was not so unacceptable, at least his own line could be remedied, if it was the ink used, then it would have to look at the face.

As soon as he thought that he needed to make amends, Guan Kunyu beckoned to the martial servant.

"I don't know what this little boy commands?"

"Go get me two steamed buns."

"Huh!?" The servant was in a trance, and only felt that he had heard it wrong, "What the little boy said is the kind of white steamed bun that can be eaten?" ”

Guan Kunyu rolled his eyes: "Is it still the kind of white steamed bun that can be played?" If you have one here, then I wouldn't mind having another two. ”