"It's so strange like this, I've never seen it before."

"Well, it's a way of painting in my hometown, and it's not quite the same as the normal use of brush and ink." Chu Feng looked at the pen in his hand, "It would be nice if the pen was flatter, the effect of drawing in this way is not particularly good." When I'm done painting this one, I'll make my own, this one is wolf's hair, but most of the brushes in our hometown are pig bristles. ”

"Bristles?" Fan Qiubai looked at him with surprised eyes, "How hard is the bristles, isn't there no sense of elegance in the lines?" ”

"Yes, so this kind of painting is not about lines, but about the changes of light, shadow and geometry. You see, the use of pens and so on here is very different. Chu Feng sketched a face with a few brushstrokes, and carefully polished the shadow of that face.

Fan Qiubai exclaimed: "It's so similar, it feels like the whole person is going to come back to life from the picture." The orthodox painting method also has a similar effect on the landscape pavilions, the brushwork of the distant mountains and near the water, but on such a small scale, a human face can be drawn concave and convex, which is really a magical brushwork! ”

Chu Feng smiled: "I'll draw at will, don't talk nonsense." Otherwise, the teacher probably won't spare me. ”

"I don't think so, this kind of painting is really unseen and unheard of! An enlightened person like Mr. Cheng Yuan should be very pleasantly surprised and learn from its strengths! Fan Qiubai said.

Chu Feng chuckled: "This is all something that cannot be said. You can show it to the teacher, but forget about this one. The pen is wrong, the oil paint is not right, the things drawn are a lot worse, and many things cannot be reflected. Well, I haven't painted this kind of thing for a long time, and after I finish painting this one, I will think about it carefully, how to deal with a lot of hardware things, and what to replace ......"

Fan Qiubai listened on the side, not very incomprehensible, but still very serious.

Chu Feng painted, and she watched quietly. Looking at the paintings for a while, looking at people for a while, the heart is beautiful, a sense of pleasure that I have never had before lingers in my heart, and I wish that this time would pass slowly, slowly, or even never flow away.

Suddenly realizing the reason for this sense of affection, Fan Qiubai's cheeks turned red. As if her eyes were burning, she almost didn't dare to look at Chu Feng, but took advantage of the other party's inattention, secretly raised her eyes, glanced at her in panic, and then, a joyful feeling was like water waves, rippling in the pond in her heart, turning into layers of ripples.

How much sorrow is there? A cloud of smoke and rain, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow when it rains......

Chu Feng's painting "The Slender Man on the Volga" naturally cannot be painted completely according to the original appearance. First, he couldn't remember it, and second, there were many blonde and blue-eyed figures on it, and if he really drew it, he was afraid that the people around him would recognize him as ghosts and gods.

Originally, it was a work to test the waters, and he probably drew a sketch of a ruler, and slightly painted five or six slender men, and it only took about an hour to sketch it carefully.

Between long journeys, the most important thing is to pass the time. At times like these, it always feels like time flies very slowly and slowly, so finding something to do becomes a top priority.

After all, Mr. Wenduan and Mr. Cheng Yuan are of the same age, and they have different attainments in calligraphy, painting, and engraving, so they have already gossiped together at this time. And on Chu Feng's side, he naturally got together with Fan Qiubai to enjoy it.

It's just that after all, there is a difference between men and women, and it is impossible for men and widows to live in the same room alone. Every time the two come and go, not to mention that there are two or three pairs of eyes staring around, some really beneficial words cannot be said, and some actions that should not be made are naturally impossible to make.

But to be honest, the faint affection between the two, the feeling of imminent separation, deepened a psychedelic beauty. The suppressed struggle, the occasional throbbing, this subtle beauty, like the beauty of an instant, is deeper and deeper, and it is more and more suffocating.

"Wait until I get a bristle pen and oil paint, and then paint a good work for Fan Niangzi, this one is really unsightly." After painting, Chu Feng said with a smile, "I just heard Fan Niangzi say, it seems that you want me to help you with something?" ”

"Ahh That's right! If you don't say it, I'll almost forget about it. Fan Qiubai said with a smile, "Mr. Cheng Yuan promised to help me look at the paintings and give me some pointers." But I don't know if I should show him that painting, you will all be as scary as Mr. Cheng Yuan said, I'm afraid that Mr. will criticize me! ”

Chu Feng smiled when he heard this: "Fan Niangzi's paintings are all very good, don't worry." ”

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The days on the ship are like flowing water under the boat, flowing by silently.

When Fan Qiubai was passing through Suzhou, he specially asked the boatman to anchor for a day, sent someone to find the bristles, and together with Chu Feng, went to the market in Suzhou City to buy some Danqing materials.

Although Chu Feng had not really made oil paints, he had used them after all, and with his familiarity, he went to the wine shop and bought some lard from the teahouse.

Fan Qiubai was very puzzled, and asked curiously about the use of the lard, Chu Feng only smiled and said, "I'll know in the future."

The two old gentlemen didn't like to go far, so they hired a small awning boat and walked around the city of Suzhou for a while.

When I came back, I also bumped into Chu Feng and Fan Qiubai, and they took things back with big bags and small bags, just thinking that these two young people were playful with their hands, and they didn't ask more, but ridiculed Fan Qiubai with two words, which made Fan Qiubai's face crimson, and he hurriedly hid in the cabin.

The schoolwork has never been lost, especially the pen power and techniques of Danqing and calligraphy, Chu Feng did not stop for a day on the boat. Although he can't put pen to paper when he occasionally encounters wind and waves, he does not bother him to study the rules of his predecessors.

At this point, I also want to thank the Fan family.

Even if Fan Qiubai didn't go south and north, the Fan family's calligraphy and painting shop would also collect some things from the south of the Yangtze River and transport them to Bianliang City.

Selling goods from the south to the north, and selling goods from the north to the south, this is a very common rule in the business field, even if it is calligraphy and painting.

Northerners love Jiangzuo's delicate euphemism, and southerners prefer the sparse atmosphere of the north, which is exactly what is rare and expensive.

The Fan family hired a boat to go north, and naturally brought some calligraphy and painting with them. Along the way, because of Fan Qiubai's relationship, Chu Feng also got a lot of light, and all kinds of famous calligraphy and paintings were taken and sought, and they couldn't be played.

Listening to Fan Qiubai, this boat family is also an old acquaintance of the Fan family, and they have relied on this boat boss in recent years, so they are also thoughtful and considerate on the road, even if the road is far away, there is no unbearable taste.

"Boss, do you want to do this ticket?"

By midnight, most of the people had rested.

The boatman watched as the lights in the cabin went out one by one, then leaned over to the side of the captain and asked in a low voice.

The boat boss's eyes flickered in the dim light, and he spit out the willow branch that had been chewing in his mouth: "Don't worry. Take your time. ”