Over the years, the compulsion to wander away from home, the attachment buried deep in the bones, gnawed at those who left their hometowns.

Perhaps their descendants can no longer feel their sad and urgent feelings, but out of politeness to civilization, they will still feel this emotion that has nothing to do with blood and only about culture.

Xiao Jinghan, who was beside Xiao Yilin, seemed to be stunned, and something in his heart was exploding.

Like a seed, trying to break out of its shell, although it has not yet broken through the tenderness of the soil.

After the show ended, Su Min and Wang Zicheng walked hand in hand, but saw a crowd on the left side of the stage.

"What are they doing?" Su Min had some doubts in her heart, and pulled the prince away.

When they came, they were in a hurry to put on makeup and change clothes, so they didn't see the surrounding scenery, so naturally they didn't know what was going on over there.

If you look closer, it's just writing and painting on the spot.

There are many people who are trying to write with a brush, and it may be exciting and fresh, so everyone who has tried it has a smile on their faces, but no one cares about the oil painting area.

Maybe it's because it's a novelty for them to write with this soft pen, so they all come to touch it in order to satisfy their curiosity.

"Zicheng, why don't we try it too?" Su Min looked at those who were having fun, and her heart was a little itchy.

Wang Zicheng looked at her and smiled helplessly, "Let's go first, didn't you say that we would gather after the show ended?" Maybe the teachers are still looking for us. ”

Hearing this, Su Min felt a little unhappy in his heart, because there were not a few students from this school who came here to watch, and everyone didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"You see that the seniors are not in a hurry, let's try! Okay, just for a while! You write, I'll draw, okay......" Su Min pouted and begged.

Since they came to the United States, she fell ill due to an accident, and since then she has practiced recitation, and has not had time to practice writing and drawing.

At this time, when I saw the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, the heart and the hand were a little uncontrollable, and I always wanted to touch it.

Wang Zicheng was a little hesitant, but fortunately he decided to try, "It's okay to write, but you can't draw, unless you can splash ink freehand." ”

After all, writing is fast, and it still takes some time to draw.

Su Min's eyes flashed, and he happily looked at Wang Zichengdao, "How do you know that I won't?" Have you forgotten what class I was in before I changed my major? ”

Wang Zicheng suddenly realized that Su Min was originally in the calligraphy and painting class, but because the school wanted her not to bury other talents, she was advised to transfer to the all-round class.

It's just that after changing classes, there are fewer courses in calligraphy and painting, and most of the time the teacher asks them to practice writing and painting, so he naturally doesn't know that Su Min can splash ink freehand.

Since she wanted to paint herself, she also took this opportunity to see how she painted, so she readily agreed.

"Yay!" Seeing that he agreed, Su Min cheered and ran to the table with relatively few people, waiting to make a move.

Wang Zicheng smiled and shook his head, and slowly followed behind her, he didn't look for a place because he had an idea in his heart.

He always couldn't do anything with her, although he often teased her.

Chinese painting can be divided into three categories in terms of subject matter: figures, landscapes, flowers and birds, and in terms of expression, it can be divided into gongbi and freehand.

The characters show the relationship between people and society, and between people, such as "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" (now in the Palace Museum in the capital).

Landscapes express the harmonious relationship between man and nature, and pay attention to the harmonious relationship between man and nature, such as "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" (this painting is divided into two, the first half of the volume is left in the mountain, now in the Zhejiang Provincial Museum; There is no teacher scroll after the second half of the volume, which is now in the National Palace Museum in Taipei).

Flowers and birds depict all kinds of life in nature, living in harmony with people, such as "Five-colored Parrot Picture".

I saw that Su Min quickly pressed the rice paper with a weightweight, and pulled the sleeve before taking the brush. She glanced at the people around her, and naturally met Wang Zicheng's smiling eyes.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she hurriedly lowered her head and thought for a while, and then she started to paint.

A clean brush dipped in a little water, then dipped in ink to draw on the paper.

She dipped it in water and then dipped it in ink, so that the ink would be just as dry and not too dry, otherwise the painting would look rough.

I saw that her wrist was smart, and her proposals, frustrations, and gestures were quick or slow, all in one go.

Her lovely face, coupled with her graceful movements, made people in the neighborhood gather around.

It's just that no one doesn't know what she's going to paint, all some whispering.

Because no matter how you look at it, it's an ugly lump of things on paper.

When Su Min put down the pen, her brows furrowed slightly, because the pen is a good pen, and the ink is also good ink, but the ink is dyed on the rice paper, and some places are not dyed, which looks a little dull.

She couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but she soon settled down and continued to paint.

With this input, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she thought that she was confident.

On the other side of the ocean, it is already very good to be able to write and draw on pen, ink and paper, and there is no way to distinguish between good and bad materials.

Then she washed the pen, dipped it in water and dipped it in a little ink, so that the ink faded, so that it was printed on the paper a little lighter than the previous layer.

At this time, someone already knew what she was going to draw, and these slight brushstrokes had already formed a chick.

Wang Zicheng looked at her a little stupid, and felt that although this girl had only learned martial arts and calligraphy and painting, she was like an endless treasure, waiting to be excavated.

Su Min's speed was a little faster, looking at her brushstrokes, I thought she was going to draw freehand plum blossoms.

Soon, a cluster of plum blossom branches jumped on the paper, the branches were staggered, and the strokes were fresh and elegant.

Su Min's gaze swept over the table, and she slowly took out a piece of paint, and she slipped some of the eosin paint into the porcelain plate.

The foreigners who watched were dumbfounded!

At this time, her movements were unhurried, she changed to a clean brush, and used the previous drawing method of dipping in water to point out the red plums.

The petals are either a little red, a bright red gradient, or a deep red petal.

Her serious appearance has a different kind of stunning spirit, and Wang Zicheng couldn't help but be a little stunned when she saw it.

The plum blossoms have different shapes, either in full bloom or with buds, which makes this painting come alive, and there is a faint sense of liveliness in the painting, just like her person.

It's just that although this plum blossom is almost finished, it seems that something is missing, Su Min frowned slightly, and thought with the tip of the pen against his chin.

Seeing her stop, Wang Zicheng couldn't help but sweat for her in his heart.

Stamen, she forgot about Stamen!

Soon, Su Min knew that something was wrong.

She switched back to the ink pen, and saw her wrist turn slightly, and quickly drew the stamen on the paper.

The tip of the pen is lightly stroked, like ripples of blue waves, swinging round and round.

After that, she changed to a clean brush, took out the garcinia cambogia pigment and mixed it with some white and water, and blended it.

Wang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she was just stuck for a while, and the hanging heart stabilized.

I saw that the tip of her pen was lightly tapped, and after a while, she ordered the goose yellow heart for the plum blossom.

"Aha!" Su Min shouted softly, as if telling everyone that it was done.

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