Su Qingluan spread his hands: "There is nothing special about these two pens themselves. ”

This is not to be considered her modesty, in fact, in this era, whether it is a "hard pen" similar to a fountain pen in the previous life, or a pen similar to a "pencil" made of charcoal graphite, it is not a particularly rare thing.

However, these pens, in addition to brushes, were considered by the mainstream, especially the scholars and scholars or other dignitaries to be "unpopular", and were the next best substitutes for those who could not afford to buy brushes.

All in all, this thing is not a rarity, but rather a "bargain".

Mu Xingzhi listened to Su Qingluan's words, and did not have an angry or disappointed look, but stared at her with a smile with an expression of "I know you didn't finish speaking, you continue".

Su Qingluan didn't talk nonsense: "There is a way that is better than seeing it when you hear it, why don't I actually use this one, so that you can see the wonderful use of this one." ”

So, Su Qingluan asked for paper and a scale, which were used as fixed paper. Although the lack of an easel made her feel a little awkward, after all, it was just a small test, not a particularly difficult work, but it was enough for half an hour, and she didn't even need to make a special draft, and she didn't need to change it frequently.

…… Otherwise, she'll have to figure out how to make erasers.

Su Qingluan glanced at the front hall for a week, and finally locked on a set of tea sets that were close at hand.

The tea set itself because of Mu Xingzhi's incognito, only the simplest white porcelain is used, the pattern on it is very simple, a set of four teacups, the book "Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum", and with a few simple brushstrokes of ink to outline the corresponding pattern.

Even if Su Qingluan doesn't know much about Chinese painting, he can see that the brushstrokes are very rough - after all, it is impossible to have so many details of hooks and thorns at some levels, and at first glance, the brushstrokes are not closed or the brush is forked.

And the tea in the middle is also simply written "Four Friends of the Cold Year", but half of the four words written vertically are blocked from Su Qingluan's point of view.

These four teacups and a teapot, plus a bamboo tray, were placed on a somewhat faded wooden table, just a static realistic sketch, Su Qingluan turned his stool over for easy observation, and adjusted the position of the low table in front of him, and began to paint.

To say that this sketch, at the beginning, it was the same as calligraphy, which was learned by the master in the previous life in order to let her sharpen her temperament and exercise the stability of her hands.

From elementary school to the second grade of junior high school, Su Qingluan studied for six or seven years. Later, after the high school entrance examination, her studies gradually became heavy, and as her cooking skills became more and more sophisticated, the master asked her to gradually work as a deputy in the kitchen during the winter and summer vacations after graduating from junior high school, so the time was not so leisurely

From that time on, whether it was sketching or calligraphy, Su Qingluan threw it away for the time being.

However, every semester, Su Qingluan will pick up these two eyes for ten days and a half months - because these two are "specialty projects", they can fight for honor for the class and themselves, and get scholarships or "art festival competitions" rewards.

Because of this, even in college, Su Qingluan did not completely throw away these "specialties".

Later, when she was sick and lingered on the bedside all year round, Su Qingluan had fewer opportunities for outdoor activities, and sketching and calligraphy were good pastimes for her to pass the time.

So even if you count the period of time since she was seriously ill and couldn't lift a pen and crossed over, Su Qingluan hadn't started writing for more than a year, and now she won't feel tired at all, after all, the foundation for many years is still there.

What's more, Su Qingluan feels that at least in Huaxi Village, she should be the only one who can "sketch" the skill, even if her painting skills have regressed slightly, as long as she is thick-skinned enough, no one can notice it!

Thinking about messy things casually in his heart, Su Qingluan was very steady in his hands, and in a blink of an eye, he found a simple spatial perspective relationship and made a draft.

At this time, Mu Xingzhi also saw that she was painting the set of tea sets on the table, deliberately put down the tea cup in her hand, and put it in its original position tightly - not even the direction changed at all, and got up to get out of the seat.

Seeing this, Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Okay, you don't have to be so careful, just pour tea and drink tea." ”

Although this group is a "still life", even a slight change will not affect the completion of the final product - otherwise, would those painters who paint full-length portraits of real people require the models to remain motionless for two or three hours?

Mu Xingzhi put down the teacup, and no longer pretended to be "bad at walking", so he paced directly behind Su Qingluan with the momentum of getting up, and watched her write and draw something according to a set of tea sets - and then he saw a "ghost drawing talisman".

Indeed, this perspective relationship has just been found, and generally those who have no sketch foundation really can't see any fame.

However, Mu Xingzhi is not an ordinary person, he has been passed down by famous families since he was a child, not to mention the six arts of a gentleman, even if he is very proficient in such pleasant things as piano, chess, wine and painting.

Therefore, he could see at a glance that although the tea set on Su Qingluan's paper was only a vague outline, the position between them was very accurate!

Originally, Mu Xingzhi wanted not to disturb Su Qingluan, and took advantage of her painting to find a book to pass the time. But after seeing that the famous hall was coming, he turned back the steps he had originally planned to leave, and stood directly behind Su Qingluan with his hands behind his back, watching with interest how she continued.

"......" Mu Xingzhi has been sitting in a wheelchair before, and Su Qingluan didn't have a particularly intuitive feeling, only that he felt that he was thin and slender.

But now that Mu Xingzhi's whole person stood up, Su Qingluan suddenly realized: In fact, Mu Xingzhi's figure is very tall, and he is not as weak as he imagined!

So being stared at by such a huge "spirit behind the back", Su Qingluan remembered the fear of being dominated by the head teacher from the back window of the classroom in those years, and suddenly felt Alexander.

…… Although she is in such a state of being "invigilated", it is not that she can't draw it, but it is still the same sentence - yes, but there is no need.

Su Qingluan turned his head and smiled with a dog's leg: "Why don't you ...... Are you going to look for a book? "Or do something else, anyway, don't be a ghost behind her!

At this moment, Su Qingluan missed Mu Xingzhi who was "sick and weak, and not good at walking".

As if sensing Su Qingluan's resentment, Mu Xingzhi smiled and nodded, and turned around...... Sitting back in his wheelchair, he continued to coss the sick boy.

Well, Su Qingluan knew that even in his own yard, the other party would not rashly walk out with his legs when it was possible to be seen outside.

Although he didn't write for a while, and the "pencil" in his hand was also used for the first time, so he was not so handy, but after all, the foundation was still there for several years, and Su Qingluan quickly completed such a still life picture.

With a long sigh of relief, Su Qingluan beckoned Mu Xingzhi to come and see.

When Mu Xingzhi got up, he was holding a tea cup in his hand, and when he walked over and lowered his head, his posture was still quite chic and lazy.

However, when he saw Su Qingluan's "painting", his originally casual smile suddenly became solemn and serious.

He took three steps and two steps to put the teacup back on the table—Su Qingluan had never seen his movements so neat and eager—and then ...... Sitting down again in a wheelchair?

Su Qingluan was dumbfounded: Didn't you quickly walk to her side again at this time and ask about the mystery of this painting? Why is this development different from what I expected?

Next, she knew why Mu Xingzhi deliberately sat in a wheelchair.

I saw that Mu Xingzhi didn't know what to press under the table, and a crisp bell sounded immediately in the direction under the eaves of the porch outside.

For a moment, Su Qingluan was really curious about how Mu Xingzhi's mechanism was designed—but she suppressed her curiosity.

This is supposed to be a secret, right?

"If you're curious about that machine, I'll show you later." Mu Xingzhi said with a smile.

…… It turned out not to be classified.

Subsequently, Su Qingluan knew why Mu Xingzhi wanted to sit and immediately turned around and sat in the wheelchair, because Songbo, who was originally guarding outside with the door closed, pushed the door in from outside the door, and naturally walked behind Mu Xingzhi and pushed the wheelchair.

Su Qingluan realized that it was Mu Xingzhi who wanted Song Bo to come and see his paintings, so he got up very obediently, and moved the stool he was sitting on back to its original position, while watching the two of them look at the paintings, while drinking tea to moisten her throat - she was also a little thirsty after painting for nearly an hour.

Originally, Songbo was still that cold and stereotyped appearance, until he saw Su Qingluan's painting on the table, Su Qingluan saw another expression on Songbo's "cold and serious" face for the first time - surprise.

No, to be precise, a "shock" of an order of magnitude higher than surprise.

"This ...... This is......! Compared with Mu Xingzhi's restraint, Songbo's shock was more outgoing and obvious, "This kind of delicate painting technique...... I could even see the luster of the porcelain! Is this really a ...... that was painted? ”

His tone was full of disbelief, and Somber subconsciously reached out to touch the painting.

"Wait, don't touch it!" Su Qingluan hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Su Qingluan originally thought that this painting would be touched directly, but Mu Xingzhi's reactivity was much faster than she expected. The moment before Somber's hand touched the drawing paper, Somber's wrist was firmly grasped by him.

Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and explained to the two of them: "The 'refill' used for painting with this brush is very soft, so this trace is easy to blur if you touch it slightly. ”

If this kind of problem is in modern times, it is nothing at all, as long as you take the painting liquid and spray it again, it will be completely fine.

But where did she go to find some hell fixing liquid in this era? Therefore, you can only be careful and careful, and you have to carefully clip the useful paintings in the future with paper.

Seeing that the painting had not been rubbed, the three of them were relieved.

Su Qingluan complained silently: Is this a kind of Chibi trio...... Although according to her IQ, it is estimated that she is not worthy of lifting shoes for the Chibi trio.