Today, everything is contrary to expectations, and Mei Ruheng is already indifferent. It is said that the Xia Chamber of Commerce will evaluate the painting, so let's evaluate the painting. He stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation to Xia Shang.

Everyone was quite interested, and Xia Shang was not easy to spoil.

When I walked to the bookcase, I saw that the drawing paper pressed by elm on the bookcase presented a half-foot-sized plum garden. In the painting, there are not only pink and white plum blossoms, but also a corner of the small pavilion, the bluestone ground is covered with snow, and the scattered petals become the only embellishment on the ground.

Pretty is indeed beautiful, Xia Shang looked at it and nodded: "Excellent, excellent!" ”

After speaking, he returned to Li Luo's side.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Gone?" ”

Xia Shang spread his hands: "It's gone." ”

"It's too child's play, why don't you say a few more words."

Everyone looked at Xia Shang and was quite dissatisfied with his perfunctory behavior.

Xia Shang touched his nose, feeling that this was going to cause public anger, so he got up again and went over to take another look, but at a glance, he had doubts: "Why are all the paintings you have seen recently are such finely crafted brushwork, is there no one who is good at freehand?" ”

I don't know if the Tang Dynasty didn't have a clear standard for gongbi and freehand, but after listening to what Xia Shang said, it took a while for everyone to understand what he meant.

But Xia Shang's question is really difficult to answer, except for Mei Ruheng and Ouyang Mustard, all of whom know nothing about painting, and the two of them are speechless, and they all look at Xia Shang stupidly after reading it.

Xia Shang has this question because of personal preference, he has always thought that freehand painting is the essence of Chinese painting, vertical brushstroke, ink flying free is the Chinese should have temperament, and the work brush painting seems a little pretentious. In addition, what I have seen so far, whether it is Ouyang Mustard Qin or Mei Ruheng's paintings, they have not really understood the essence of Chinese painting, and blindly pursuing realism is closer to Western painting methods. This is not wrong, but it lacks the spirit of Chinese painting, and it looks a little awkward. If you want to evaluate this painting, it is obviously too abstract and too general to say that it lacks spirit and spirit, and Xia Shang will not see anything from the perspective of Chinese painting, but if you talk about modern painting theory, there is indeed room for improvement.

Xia Shang furrowed his brows, thinking that he had discovered the shortcomings in the paintings.

Mei Ruheng pretended to be generous: "Brother Xia, if you feel that something is wrong, you might as well speak up." ”

Xia Shang cleared his throat: "The composition of this small scene in the plum garden is unique, it seems to be taken in this vicinity, the painting style is exquisite, and it can be seen that the painter is very attentive to every stroke." Whether it is the posture of the tree or the snow of the bluestone, it is very vivid. However, as the saying goes, nothing is detailed, and this is true for being a person and painting. If everything in the painting is extremely detailed, what is the subject of this sentence? Is it a tree? Is it a flower? Is it a kiosk? Or snow? ”

A rhetorical question made everyone speechless, looking at the painting at this moment, it is indeed as Xia Shang said, who is the main body?

This can't help but be reminiscent of Xia Shang's question just now, asking if no one is good at freehand painting?

The charm of freehand painting is in this, there is no too much backdrop to make the subject prominent, without any visual interference, so the visual impact is very strong. And although the painting in front of me is beautiful, what is lacking is the visual impact. The problem is that the subject is not prominent.

The theory that was very common in the eyes of Xia Shang fell into the ears of Ouyang Mustard Qin and Mei Ruheng, but it became the difference between a painter and a painter. Why can Ouyang Mustard's paintings only be sold for 100 taels of silver? And most of them are vassal and elegant businessmen choose to buy? It is because the connoisseur sees that there is something wrong with the painting, and he can see that it is clumsy.

Ouyang Mustard Qin only felt that after the enlightenment, that is, after the perspective study, Xia Shang opened a new door for her.

Mei Ruheng was no better, he also looked at Xia Shang with burning eyes, and his face was full of surprise when he heard it for the first time.

Xia Shang said that he was rising, and in order to establish prestige among these sons, he picked up a brush.

Everyone was shocked, and said that Brother Xia still wants to demonstrate live? That's going to have to be a good idea.

Xia Shang can't draw, but he can change.

I saw Xia Shang dip his pen in a little water, and smeared it on the scroll seemingly casually.

Only where Qing Shui's brush peak passed, the originally delicate scenery in the painting scroll became muddy, and it instantly lost its previous brilliance.

Everyone is in a hurry, even if the painting is not good, but it should not be ruined like this!

Before he could stop it, Xia Shang had already stopped writing. When everyone looked at it again, the small pavilion, bluestone, and snow in the picture scroll all became blurred, and only a plum tree returned to its original posture.

The seemingly random changes have made everyone understand something, and it seems to understand whether they understand it or not, which is intriguing.

Suddenly, Ouyang Mustard Qin exclaimed, "Oops! Doesn't this make plum blossoms more eye-catching? Isn't the small picture of the plum garden supposed to highlight the plum blossoms? ”

These people can understand that blurring the surrounding scenery is to highlight the main body, Xia Shang said this before showing it to everyone!

After Xia Shang's changes, the painting presents a different landscape, and the whole painting seems to have become spiritual.

Looking back, the seemingly random smearing turns out to be a hidden mystery, which is the ability of a real master!

The sons and brothers present had never admired a person so much, and their eyes were shining when they looked at Xia Shang.

This will be the second bigest, Xia Shang threw away the pen with a smile, and when he clapped his hands and prepared to hide his merit and fame, a woman's reprimand suddenly came from outside the pavilion:

"Mei Ruheng! Are you dying? How dare you steal a small picture of my plum garden! ”

Before everyone could react, a young girl in a blue and white gown rushed into the pavilion.

This woman is quite beautiful, her skin is as white as jade, especially a black mole at the corner of her mouth looks a little vixen, but at this moment she is gloomy, and she doesn't look very kind, making it difficult for people to approach.

This woman had just entered the small pavilion, and she didn't expect that there would be so many people, so she took a step back in fright. Then he looked at Changsun Wen and the others, and saw Ouyang Mustard Qin again, his expression changed slightly.

Mei Ruheng's cold sweat came down instantly: "Two, two, two...... Second sister. ”

The woman glanced at Mei Ruheng with a smile: "Hmph! Don't call me second sister? Do you know how to be ashamed of pursuing girls with such indiscriminate methods? ”

"Two, two, two, sister, you...... Don't talk nonsense! ”

"Am I talking nonsense?" The woman turned to Ouyang Mustard with a smile, took her little hand and whispered, "Miss Ouyang, don't be deceived by this guy." I drew that small picture of the plum garden, Mei Ruheng, this kid doesn't have such skills. ”

These words really stunned everyone, and they looked at Mei Ruheng.

Mei Ruheng's old face was flushed, and the corners of his mouth were pulled: "This ...... My paintings can't be compared with Miss Ouyang, so I borrowed the paintings of the second sister to ......"

"Borrow? When have you ever borrowed from me? I don't care if you party with your fox friends and dogs, return my paintings first! ”

The woman was about to go to the bookcase with a strong momentum, and Mei Ruheng suddenly exploded: "Oops! Other! Don't! ”

"What? Still won't let me take my paintings away? ”

"Not ......"

Before the words fell, the woman pushed Mei Ruheng away, and was about to take the painting, when she saw her own painting on the bookcase, her face changed suddenly: "I, I, I...... How did my painting become like this? ”