"Isn't your friend going to practice painting, the old gentleman is waiting outside, let's get out quickly." The female teacher walked out of the room first.

After she left, Tian Yan picked up the easel and walked out without saying a word. Bei Xiaoya also followed closely with the paint, leaving Xiao Song alone standing in embarrassment.

Outside the house, Mr. Tian was waiting, and saw Bei Xiaoya smiling kindly.

"Grandpa." Thinking that she was coming to class, Bei Xiaoya was still a little restrained. She bowed respectfully to Mr. Tian before putting the things in her hand on the stone outside.

Tian Yan put down the stand and went to the side to collect the quilt, Bei Xiaoya picked up the shelf and put it in a suitable position, and clamped the paper on it.

"Today you are watching from the sidelines, and grandpa draws a picture for you to find out how you feel." Mr. Tian said and put on the reading glasses hanging around his neck, and walked to the stone to take out the paint.

When Bei Xiaoya heard that the old gentleman was going to write, she flew up excitedly. After she finished the preparations, she hurried to Mr. Tian to watch him pick up the paint.

The pigment taken out by Mr. Tian is mainly yellow, and there are several tubes of dark or light ones. Bei Xiaoya didn't know what he was going to paint, and she didn't dare to ask more, so she just watched it carefully.

Although I heard Tian Ying say that the old gentleman hadn't used a pen for a long time, he was still very skillful in watching him debug with turpentine.

"The degree of dilution is all based on your own experience, you did a good job last time, this grandfather has nothing to explain." Mr. Tian walked to the stand with the adjusted paint board, "Before you start writing, you must think about what you want to paint, and the most important thing is what you want to express through this painting." Your basic skills are very solid, but the things you draw are too rigid, so organize your thoughts before you start writing in the future, and don't start writing blindly. What we want to pursue is not only how vivid your image is, but also the artistic conception of the painting. It can make people immediately integrate into your painting as soon as they see it, and can deeply understand the state of mind in which you painted the work. ”

Bei Xiaoya and the chick nodded again and again as if pecking.

Mr. Tian didn't start writing yet, so he rubbed his eyes first, "Grandpa's eyesight has deteriorated badly in the past two years, and he hasn't moved his pen for a long time, and I don't know how long I can hold on today." You look carefully, if you have any questions, you can ask them on the spot, and we will try our best to make you gain after a picture. After speaking, Bei Xiaoya clenched her fists nervously, and smiled and said with relief, "Don't be nervous, it's easier to be uninspired when you're nervous." Anyway, our grandparents are here, and grandpa sometimes says two fierce sentences, so don't take it to heart. If you have anything, you can boldly ask, since you should call grandpa, the two of us have nothing to see. ”

"I got it, grandpa." Bei Xiaoya exhaled lightly, trying to relax her mood.

Seeing that Mr. Tian closed his eyes, he guessed that what he wanted to paint might not be the surrounding scenery. Bei Xiaoya waited beside him for a while before Mr. Tian opened his eyes, and then took the paintbrush and dipped some paint and began to brush.

"I'm going to paint a dormitory that was eroded by mud a few days ago, and you can look for the picture in your head first, and then see how the picture I drew is different from the picture in your head. Of course, don't be afraid of differences, everyone has a different way of expressing themselves, and if you want to follow this path in the future, you must have your own characteristics. Mr. Tian mixed several yellows together, and when Bei Xiaoya felt that the color was infinitely close to the color of the earth, he finally stopped stirring, and dipped the tip of his pen in paint and painted on the white paper.

Mr. Tian is old, and his hands are full of uneven wrinkles. Although the fingers are a little stiff, the brushwork is still very smooth, and the lines are relaxed and skillful. It's really everyone's demeanor as soon as it is shot.

Although I had heard Mr. Tian talk about Mr. Tian's previous works before, it was the first time I had actually seen his paintings. Once she also thought that it should be more than enough to paint a few pictures to build a school with Mr. Tian's fame, but later she heard Tian Yan talk about it and learned that he was sent down because of painting, and after coming here, a leader in the town excluded him, so he insisted on him.

Although that matter is over now, he has come up in age, and after all these years, there are very few people who remember him, and it is still impossible to return to the fame he had at the beginning. What's more, after all these years of ups and downs, Mr. Tian is also physically and mentally exhausted, and he has never experienced to deal with these incidents again.

Mr. Tian never paused from the beginning of his pen, and when he was painting, he was like two people. Usually, he is just an amiable old man, but at the moment, he is concentrating on painting, and he looks radiant, and there is no trace of old age at all.

Mr. Tian's painting is very simple, and the colors are not mixed. The whole painting is finished, giving a clean and tidy feeling.

By the end of the painting, the sky was already getting dark. Seeing his handwriting, Bei Xiaoya hurriedly took it. Mr. Tian had been painting for nearly two hours, and he was already obviously exhausted. He didn't wait for Bei Xiaoya to put the drawing board back on the stone, he first bent over and walked on the low bench in front of the door, and raised his hand to hammer his back.

"Do you see anything?" Mr. Tian saw Bei Xiaoya turn around, so he pointed to the painting and asked her.

Bei Xiaoya walked to the painting and looked at it carefully for a while, and called up the scene in her mind for comparison. After thinking for a while, he replied, "Grandpa's painting looks like a simple picture of disaster, and when you look at it carefully, you will feel the fear of disaster in the face of disaster." "These lines look like they're just mud tracks, but if you look closely, you'll see that they're a whirlpool about to close, threatening to devour people at any moment." When one looks at the painting, one can deeply feel the fear and despair of the powerless struggle when the mud comes. ”

After hearing what she said, Mr. Tian clapped his hands with satisfaction, "I'll just say that you have spirituality, and you have analyzed this painting very thoroughly." These are the states of mind I was in when I painted, and I just expressed them with my pen, which is the same as the way they express their emotions with musical notes. ”

Bei Xiaoya seemed to understand what Mr. Tian meant, and she fell into deep thought. Every time she paints an oil painting, she only realistically paints what she sees, and she never thinks about the meaning of the painting, nor does she think about what to express to others.

So every time the lecturer would say that she was dull in her drawing, and once she was angry and laughed at her, so she went directly to take a picture and what else to paint. The lecturer was very famous in their city, and there were only six students under his hands, and her father got her into it because of his connections. Before she went, Bei Xiaoya was quite confident in her own circle, but after that, she was so shocked that she almost gave up the idea of learning oil painting.

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