Sugisawa reluctantly picked up his paintbrush.

The moment when I started to paint at my desk, the moment when the ink began to smudge onto the picture was extremely quiet.

Sugisawa gradually shifted all his attention to his drawing paper.

The original impetuous mood gradually quieted down.

Under the influence of Wang Ximeng, Sugisawa also liked to draw fine brushwork even more.

Gongbi painting is made with meticulous brushwork, and Gongbi painting emphasizes the beauty of lines and meticulousness, which is the characteristic of Gongbi painting.

Freehand painting is to pay attention to the feeling of the soul, the pen walks at will, as the brush, freehand painting does not pay attention to the line, attaches importance to the image, and the fine of the fine brush.

Sugisawa can't say which style of painting he prefers, but he does have a lot of skill in fine brushwork.

In fact, this feeling was mainly influenced by the Western painting that Sugisawa had studied on Earth.

What I learned the most as a student was the realistic painting style.

That's why Sugisawa likes fine brushwork at the moment.

But he didn't know it at the moment, he just thought that Gongbi painting would be more comfortable.

It is also easier for me to find my own inspiration from the paintings.

Sugisawa paints the structure of mountains and rivers with one stroke.

Once the overall outline of the mountain has been drawn, the paint is mixed.

A faint layer of turquoise was attached to the paper by Sugisawa.

Then the colors gradually became more vivid.

A small hill appears prominently above Sugisawa's picture.

Sugisawa directly happily held up his painting and said:

"Look, sir! How beautiful is the hill I painted, but is there a gentleman who is three points of brilliance? ”

Wang Ximeng stopped the paintbrush in his hand, frowned and said:

"Aze, this mountain is very well drawn, but this is still a mountain for the teacher, and it has nothing to do with you Sugizawa."

Sugisawa pursed his lips and said:

"Sir, I can't surpass your height, I think the mountain that Mr. painted is already the peak. As soon as you come out of the mountain, all the mountains will be dumbfounded, and I don't paint other mountains as well as Mr. Xue's mountains. ”

Wang Ximeng shook his head and continued to speak:

"Where is there such a thing as a peak, I just painted my mountain, so what is the mountain in your own heart?"

Sugisawa shook his head and spoke:

"I don't know, sir, maybe it's tall and majestic? More majestic than Mr.'s mountain? ”

Wang Ximeng continued to guide and said:

"Then why don't you try to draw it?"

"I don't know what it's like, but I feel like it's not as good as my husband's mountain."

Wang Ximeng knocked on Sugzawa's head with a dumb smile, and said:

"It's better now, what's the matter, this is your own mountain, you have to believe that one day you will transcend as a teacher."

Sugisawa wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Ximeng, and he continued to speak:

"Try it, you always need to take that step."

Sugisawa didn't say anything more, but the strength of the pen was obviously much greater.

The gentleman's words to tell the truth still touched him a lot.

That's right, draw your own mountain, build your own world, and take your own step.

With this in mind, Sugisawa re-laid out his drawing paper.

This time, he threw away all constraints and did not use delicate fine brushwork.

He wanted a more majestic mountain, a more imposing mountain.

Drain the ink of the brush in your hand slightly, and the whole brush does not look as plump and moist as it used to be.

When I raised my hand, the brush simply fell on the paper.

After a moment's hesitation, he pulled straight down.

The summit of the mountain was painted by Sugisawa.

The texture of the dry brush is slightly vicissitudes and powerful, which does not match Sugisawa's age at all.

But this one is very steady.

Without much thought, Sugisawa continued to pull the brush in his hand to complete the picture.

Almost all of the outer contours of the mountain are drawn by this vigorous and dry brush.

Soon, a rough mountain appeared in front of Wang Ximeng.

Wang Ximeng watched Sugzawa paint without saying a word, and what Sugasawa didn't notice was that Wang Ximeng was a little relieved and sighed at this moment.

Seeing this, Sugisawa continued to paint, but this time the amount of ink was not very large.

A certain amount of water diluted the color of the ink.

Sugisawa continued to drain the ink from his pen on the inkstone and began to paint.

Compared to the last brush, there is not much water this time.

Sugisawa began to shape some large surfaces of color for the mountain.

At this moment, Sugisawa looks extremely calm, but there is a big mountain in his heart that has taken shape in his heart.

The huge mountains are magnificent, and there is no beauty of the mountains and rivers in "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

But it's more powerful and magnificent.

This is the mountain of Sugisawa's own heart, a mountain that belongs only to himself.

He didn't choose to use those gorgeous colors to make any embellishments for the mountain.

Just use simple ink to paint the majesty of the entire mountain.

A painting is painted in a very short time, so Sugisawa paints it extremely freely.

Perhaps for Sugisawa, this is what he really wants to express.

There is no constraint on the outer contour of the painting, and there is no constraint on the concrete shape.

He can splash ink on the paper as he pleases.

After the painting, Sugisawa looked at his picture and lost his mind.

It's really not as good as Mr.'s paintings, and it can even be said that his paintings are rubbish compared to Mr.'s paintings.

But it wasn't until this moment that Sugisawa seemed to have found the true meaning of his painting.

It's not about imitating anyone, but about finding a style or picture that belongs to you.

The painting looks extremely simple, but it may be a big step for him.

In the past, whatever he painted seemed to be just imitation.

But it wasn't until this moment that Sugisawa realized what he wanted and what he wanted to paint.

The ancestors may have provided a lot of excellent books, and they themselves were all following the path of their ancestors before.

But only when you find your own path may be able to go further.

Sugisawa also came to his senses at this moment, thinking about why he was here.

The gentleman had told himself something similar, but the time was too short for him to teach more.

It wasn't until this dream that he really understood the meaning of Mr. Wang's previous words.

But this nightmare gave me a chance to rediscover my own painting.

Sugisawa looked at Wang Ximeng in front of him, and suddenly became a little stammering and said:

"Thank you, sir."

He was a little melancholy and finally asked himself a question:

"Sir, is this a simple dream, or have you never gone far at all?"