Mr. Zhuang was originally a literati, so he naturally set up a study at home.

The study is not large, but it is very elegantly furnished, and there are rows of wooden bookshelves against the wall.

There are all kinds of books neatly arranged on it, and at a glance, it seems that there are a lot of books.

By the window, the tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood are delicately carved with different patterns.

Qing Dai stood in front of the table, carefully looking at the empty fan noodles that had been prepared on the table.

The paper used for this fan is cooked Xuan, although this kind of paper is not as good as raw Xuan, but it can be colored repeatedly because of the addition of tribute.

After looking at the paper, Qing Dai began to look at the other things on the table.

In addition to black ink, clear water, and a few brushes of various models, the remaining white porcelain plates also contained red and brown paints.

Qingdai raised her eyebrows, it seems that although there are pigments that can be colored in this era, there are not many types of colors.

Once she had what she had, she had already conceived in her mind what she wanted to draw.

Everything is ready, and Qingdai will no longer delay, standing in front of the table, holding a pen and dipping ink.

She doesn't have much time now, so she can't draw anything too complicated. As long as it's enough to prove that she's up to the job.

Fan drawing is not difficult, the most important thing is the composition, as long as the whole picture is well composed, half the success is achieved.

Since Qingdai began writing, Shi Zikang and others have never left her.

Seeing that she had put pen to paper, several people didn't dare to come out, for fear that they would affect her performance because of themselves.

With the rotation of Qing Dai's wrist, smooth lines have been outlined on the white paper.

The surprise in Zhuang Shuyan's eyes was even worse, even now that she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe it.

This sister who doesn't seem to be as tall as the table still has such a ability.

I was surprised in my heart, and I couldn't help but whisper to Shi Zikang on the side: "Brother Shi..... No, Uncle Shi.

"Where did you recognize your goddaughter, why is she so powerful? At such a young age, he can actually draw. ”

"Don't talk, watch quietly." Although Mr. Zhuang had expected Qingdai to be able to draw, he did not expect her skills to be so profound.

The pen is accurate, the pen is skillful, and it is handy, which is simply the intention of the pen.

Zhuang Shuyan stuck out his tongue when he heard this, and he didn't say more, his eyes and nose looked at his nose and his heart was calm and quietly watched Qingdai paint.

The so-called one minute on stage, ten years of work off the stage, although the body of Qingdai is not very old.

But in my previous life, I had been learning painting for many years, and even after I worked, I never left hand-painting.

As long as I have free time, I will find a pen and paper to draw casually.

Now that I start to do it, I naturally don't feel unfamiliar.

One stroke is long, two strokes are short, and three strokes break the phoenix's eyes.

With just a few strokes, clusters of lifelike orchid leaves are on the page.

In Chinese painting, the key to freehand painting is to depict the form and spirit of objects with concise, bold and sprinkled brushwork.

The brush is dipped in water, and the shade, dryness and wetness of the ink are used to express the primary and secondary of orchid leaves, before and after, highlighting the sense of layering.

After painting the leaves in one go, Qing Dai changed her brush, dipped it in red ink, and began to depict orchids.

Just like drawing leaves, flowers should also pay attention to the shallowness and depth of the ink, the strength and weight of the ink.

Different from the free swaying of leaves, in the treatment of petals, Qingdai chooses the technique of fine brushwork.

It is depicted with extremely delicate brushstrokes, and the details are made clear through layers of rendering.

At the end of the painting, the stamens are dotted with heavy ink, and the whole picture is completed.

In this painting, Qingdai combines the two, giving full play to the skills of using brush, ink and color.

Shi Zikang's eyes widened, looking at the finished fan in front of them, and they couldn't come back to their senses.

The flowers and leaves are wide and narrow, meaning that the pen follows, the petals are large and small, the primary and secondary are distinct, and the shape is realistic. It seems that through the picture, there is a burst of orchid fragrance.

The key is, how long has it taken since the pen was put down by Qing Dai, and it hasn't been a quarter of an hour, when has it been so easy to draw?

"Godfather? Mr. Zhuang? Sister Shuyan ......"

"Huh?" It was Mr. Zhuang who came back to his senses first, and looked at Qing Dai's eyes with amazing brightness.

"I didn't expect Qingdai to have such profound painting attainments at such a young age......"

"Yes, yes, Sister Qingdai, how did you draw this orchid, it's too similar, it's too realistic......

"I don't tell my sister that I have been very fond of painting since I was a child, and I know a few painters because of my father's relationship.

"I have been in a relationship, and I have had the pleasure of watching other artists paint, and I have read a lot of related books in my spare time.

"But it's the first time I've seen my sister draw like this today, and I've never seen this kind of description in those classics......"

Zhuang Shuyan said that she was a little discouraged, originally she thought that even if she was not a painter, she knew a lot about various painting techniques.

But now that I watched Qingdai's paintings, I realized that my past thoughts were tantamount to sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Qing Dai is so old that a child can draw skills, she can't even name it.

Qingdai listened to Zhuang Shuyan's words and also reacted, there was no gongbi painting technique in this era.

Looking at Zhuang Shuyan's expression at this time, Qingdai could roughly guess what she was thinking.

I couldn't tell the truth, so I could only explain: "The orchid uses the technique of gongbi painting.

"I don't remember how I learned it, but I vaguely remember that it didn't seem to be common.

"I have a gut feeling that no one else here seems to know this technique except me."

"I see." Zhuang Shuyan was in good spirits when she heard this.

It turns out that I don't blame myself for being too backward, it's that the other party is too powerful.

is also at such an age, with such painting skills, it can't be normalized.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Shuyan also swept away Fang Cai's depressed look, and said with curiosity: "Could it be that this is a technique created by Sister Qingdai?" ”

Qing Dai was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly denied: "I don't think it's like this, how can I have this ability."

"I should have learned it from some ancient book. If Sister Shuyan wants to learn, I can teach you. ”

"You...... What did you say? Zhuang Shuyan was stunned.

"I said, I didn't create this technique."

"No, next sentence."

"Ancient books? Well, I don't remember this, and I don't know which ancient book it is......"

"One more sentence." Zhuang Shuyan looked at her with burning eyes.

Qing Dai's bright and frightening eyes at Shangzhuang Shuyan were inexplicably a little panicked.

After recalling it seriously, he cautiously tentatively said, "I said...... If Sister Shuyan wants to learn, I can teach you. ”

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it, you say it again! ”

"Uh......" Qing Dai was speechless, but she couldn't bear her eyes, so she could only repeat: "If Sister Shuyan wants to learn, I can teach you!" ”

"Really? Are you serious? Is it true? Can you really teach me? Are you really willing to teach me how to draw? ”

"Really, really!" Qing Dai nodded repeatedly.