It was late at night.

At some point, it began to rain lightly, and low, cold rain clouds obscured the moon in the sky.

The candles and gas lamps of the shantytowns in the neighborhood are extinguished one by one, like fireflies swallowed up in the chaotic evening fog in the wild.

The small studio on the second floor of the Good Luck Orphanage facing the street is still lit.

The cold and misty wind poured in through the corner of the window and the breathable screen, blowing the lattice curtain by the window and swaying slightly.

The average temperature in Yangon in April is 24 to 5 degrees Celsius, which seems to be a pleasant and pleasant weather, but in fact the temperature varies greatly.

During the day, the temperature can climb to more than 40 degrees Celsius at most, and on rainy days, it can occasionally fall below 15 degrees.

Because of the heavy water vapor in the city, the temperature difference between hot and cold is greater than in the weather forecast.

On a drizzly night, it is said that it is cold and freezing, and it is a bit exaggerated to turn on the heating, and people who are a little weaker must shiver lightly when they are covered with a thin blanket and blown by the wind and rain.

is painting, Gu Weijing doesn't feel cold at all.

Fragrant wind, spring.

The flowers and branches are colorful and purple.

Gu Weijing wrote quickly, and the swaying flowers and trees seemed to be blown by the wind and rain outside the window, and in a moment or three, they were already blooming on the rice paper.

Mrs. Sakai taught her daughter that a painter should be at peace and leave a small quiet space for himself, even when his emotions are at his most agitated.

With seven points of emotion, the clouds and rain are overturned, and the remaining three points are quiet and wonderful.

Gu Weijing found that this is really a very wonderful feeling.

His mind is in a state of Schrödinger in the middle of "quiet" and "not quiet".

He was clearly copying the master's Chinese paintings hanging on the wall in his small studio, preoccupied, meticulous, and his mind was as calm as a peaceful lake.

The whole person's mind is highly active, and he wanders thousands of miles away.

Drawing, distraction.

The two are not delayed, and they are just right.

Every time he tried to copy "Hundred Flowers" before, he tried his best to calm his mind and calm his mind, and all his thoughts were focused on comparing himself and Ms. Tang Ning's contours in every place, and whether the master's meaning and shape were learned by himself.

It's not like drawing, but it's similar to a high school student holding the answer book of the exercise book, racking his brains, and meticulously studying the Physics Olympiad.

One stroke at a time, all of them imitated thinking again and again.

Trying to pursue the original "master taste" of Ms. Downing.

Gu Weijing has also painted a lot of works at the level of "Heart-Feeling" and even "Heart-wrenching" before.

But otherwise, it depends on the resonance of emotions and the environment for a moment.

Otherwise, after the small candle of the system was lit, it was piled up by the emotional state of half-dreaming and half-waking, which seemed to be real and illusory.

It wasn't until tonight that he had a clearer understanding of the painter's emotional state.

If you want to be a painter and pursue the level of "simple works", then there is nothing wrong with paying full attention without distractions.

The most important thing about a simple work is to be serious.

Don't underestimate the word serious.

Xu Beihong and Qi Baishi also painted those very perfunctory and sloppy paintings.

If you do a good job and be serious, you have already outperformed more than 80% of your peers.

The work of "Simple Works" is placed among the four major art academies in the world, and it is also a work that is absolutely not ashamed.

However.

If you want more, you want that kind of masterpiece of one percent, and even the art biennale of a developed country like Singapore can't get a shocking and moving emotional painting for a few years.

Then it's not enough to be serious.

100% seriousness equals 100% craftsmanship, and this is the case with Miss Mona's work.

Patronized seriously.

In addition to being serious, the pen can't fill other emotions.

The mood needs to be relaxed.

When you relax, you have the space to let your emotions flow into your pen.

Reminiscence.

The reason why he was able to paint the cover of The Little Prince so well was because he was traveling around the universe in the literary space of Saint-Exupéry, and he didn't even think about how he should do it.

At this moment, Gu Weijing is very relaxed.

He no longer tries to kill every clutter in his heart.

Rather, it seems to be a baroque violinist who has loosened the tight strings by three points, allowing the thin lines of sheep's intestines to jump uncontrollably and playfully on the fingertips.

It is like a diver lying on his back at the bottom of the lake, emptying himself and lying comfortably on the bottom of the lake where the aquatic plants are swaying.

Admire the waves that reverberate on the surface of the heart lake.

In the past, many of the details that troubled Gu Weijing and the use of the pen were painted by him mellow and wishful.

This time, when I copied "Hundred Flowers".

He even had the leisure to think of the painting stories of the ancient great painters of the Eastern Xia Dynasty that he had read many times as a child, and the documents describing their state of mind.

It corroborates with my current state of mind in painting.

The finishing touch, the brilliant brush.

The ancient scholars of the Eastern Xia Dynasty liked to place their affection on pen and ink, and integrated their own spirit and philosophy into the way of calligraphy and painting, leaving behind many magnificent folk tales that are both true and illusory.

The ancestors in Confucian culture are the inseparable religious beliefs of every modern person.

Zheng Sixiao, the great painter that his grandfather admired the most, even had to sit facing his homeland when he had a meal and a drink.

The old man Gu Tongxiang is not such a performance art, but in order to prevent Gu Weijing from forgetting his hometown and losing his cultural roots and historical soul.

Since he was a child, he has found a lot of stories and biographies about the lives of those great painters in history for him to read.

Gu's ancestral home is Wuxi.

Their family claims to be the descendants of Gu Kaizhi of the Gu family in Wuxi, and it is impossible to find out whether he put gold on his face, but many of the children's books he wrote when he was a child were about this great painter.

Gu Tongxiang hopes that his grandson can learn a little bit, honest and noble, romantic and elegant literati temperament.

He still remembers that there was a story about "the neighbor's girl stabbing the gods" in "The World Says New Words", and admired Gu Kaizhi's superb skills to the point of incredible.

According to legend, there is a girl next door to Gu Kaizhi, who is a beautiful girl who is "clear and beautiful", and Gu fell in love with it after a few glances, and provoked him many times, so people didn't like him, so he didn't agree.

So Gu painted his image on the wall and nailed it to his heart with thorns.

Because his paintings are so similar, the portrait of the beautiful young lady on the wall has already brought a bit of her soul.

As a result, the woman suffered from heartache.

Gu told his longing feelings, so the beautiful girl agreed to follow him this time, and Gu Kaizhi quietly pulled out the needle, and since then the girl's heart disease has been cured, and the world has taken it as a legend of the painter.

When I was a child, Gu Weijing, who watched the vernacular phonetic version of "The World Speaks New Language", was not sensible.

Grandpa said what was what.

I just think that Gu Kaizhi in this article is really like an immortal or a Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, how similar is the painting, so that the soul of a person can be photographed on it?

When Gu Weijing, who grew up, recalled this story, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn it.

The beautiful girl can't look down on you, so she goes home and stabs the villain wildly and makes her obedient.

Where is this story "upright and noble" and where is "romantic and elegant"!!

Is there any essential difference between this and those Japanese erotic comics circulating among boys, the bald perverted uncle who hides at home with a hypnotic remote control and pushes the buttons hehehehe?

It's romantic.

The perverted uncle in the book can also be regarded as pure love, okay?

This record has cast a lot of psychological shadows on Gu Weijing for a long time, and he is quite confused about what the so-called "scholarly literati sentiment" is.

Although he is also a member of the Gu family, he actually prefers the description of Wu Daozi's painting of eighty-seven immortals in the "Catalogue of Famous Paintings of the Tang Dynasty", which is much more objective.

It is said that Wu Daozi's painting is subtle, there are "Tianyu Meteor", "Phoenix Qingming", "Dragon Yin Fang Ze" The voice sounds, and it is also said that there is a sitting down painting boy serving tea and water outside the house to listen to the sound of the master having a fierce conversation and not listening.

He hurried into the house and found that there was no one else in the wide hall except for Wu Daozi, who was drawing with a brush.

Wu Daozi frowned and asked what was the matter with the roaring ran, and the boy replied, the master likes to be quiet when painting, and he heard that there was a sound in the house, and he was afraid that he had entered the thief, so he came in to see.

Wu Daozi was furious, threw the brush on the boy's head, and angrily reprimanded, where are the thieves. It was clear that the immortal in the painting came out to talk to me, and was talking about the subtleties, but he was frightened away by your stupidity, which disturbed Yaxing.

During the Republic of China, an American sinologist read this story and used it as a documentary argument to speculate that Wu Daozi was otherwise suffering from the same schizophrenic disease as the Norwegian painter Edvard Munch and the later old lady Yayoi Kusama.

There are many hallucinations that can be seen when painting.

If not, Wu Daozi is well versed in the hype that is popular in the modern and contemporary art world.

Deliberately making all kinds of strange noises when painting, and then spread it by the boy, for himself in Chang'an City to make a name for himself, is a master of self-marketing in the art industry.

Sinologists have concluded that Wu Daozi of the Tang Dynasty can therefore be called the ancestor of the entire art publicity industry.

Gu Weijing once believed in this argument and took it as a guideline.

By now, he knew that the sinologist might have done some research in the field of psychology and had a good knowledge of literature, but he was certainly not a successful art expert.

He must not have painted like Wu Daozi.

I also didn't appreciate the most indescribable beauty of the painters' mentality.

When the emotions are brewing to a subtle place, let the brush in your hand pull your soul, and recklessly spread joy on the paper.

Painters can be really drawn into the art world between paper and ink by the brush.

At this moment, Gu Weijing was painting in his hand, but his mind seemed to be standing in the endless grassland, and there was only a wisteria tree in front of him.

Its posture is as graceful as the fairy tree of the Queen Mother, and as majestic as the tree that supports the world of heaven and earth in Norse mythology.

It was raining outside the window of the studio, and it was raining on the wisteria tree in Gu Weijing's heart.

Millions of purple flowers and leaves fall from the swaying branches.

It was like a purple cloud slowly descending from the sky, enveloping the entire earth, and between the pitch and the heavens and the earth were dyed with purple frost.

Since ancient times, the spectacular flower rain that will not exist in the world has fallen on Gu Weijing's heart.

What he did was not to paint with his heart, but to take a flower from the rain in the air and throw it on the rice paper in front of him, and he painted the flowers and leaves vividly and lovely.

That's all.

It's real, it's real.

Even the wisteria trees in the Royal Botanic Gardens in Yangon have been cut down, Gu Weijing may have never seen real wisteria trees in reality since he was a child, but he can see the rain in his heart.

When Wu Daozi's predecessors with superb skills painted the picture of the immortals, they could hear the singing of the birds and the birds, and they could devote themselves to the creation, which produced the feeling that the immortals came out of the brush and talked to him in person.

It's not necessarily fake.

Ms. Tang Ning's technique once made Gu Wei look up to the mountains.

However, Gu Weijing, who has already realized something, noticed that there was an element of trickery in the emotional design of her picture.

Big but not precise, broad but not deep.

Every emotion is not enough to get into the mind.

The grace of the peony, the nobility of the plum blossom, the purple air of the wisteria from the east, and the snow of the hibiscus...... Every emotion is shallowly hung up a little.

It's like a fruit tea adjusted with expired flavoring agents, which does have the taste of fruit, but not very much.

Gu Weijing used to imitate Ms. Tang Ning's "Hundred Flowers" only to the surface, while Ms. Tang Ning's "Hundred Flowers" compared with those shocking and moving masterpieces.

It's just a superficial imitation.

She only drew one or two points of each flower's ten colors.

Otherwise, it will not be in full bloom, and it only gets the evaluation of [heart feeling] on the system panel, and it is not even complete.

This kind of emotional capture, Gu Weijing can also do it.

When his heart lake is calm enough, the ripples of all emotions will be clearly visible, and everyone will live in seven emotions and six desires all the time.

Whether it is Li Bai's prosperity, Xu Wei's vicissitudes, or Tang Ning's nobility, Gu Weijing also has it in his state of mind, but it is just deep and shallow, and the amplitude of the turbulent water waves is different.

If he extracts these ripples and integrates them into his brush, it is not difficult to draw a "feeling in the heart" like Downing.

Gu Weijing couldn't look down on this kind of copying feeling anymore.

After going through so much, he wants to rub the lines on the porcelain of his mood on the surface of the rice paper, and bring the wisteria flowers and leaves that fall from his heart to the paper.

Gu Weijing painted, and no longer looked at Tang Ning's original work on the wall.

He is now not imitating the painting of "Hundred Flowers", but painting his own wisteria flowers.

Russian leaning.

He was the last to fall.

The flower cloud in my heart dissipated, and a brilliant purple flower tree appeared on the rice paper, purple and almost red, and the tree plants were like ink, as if there was a heart's work surging in it.

A prompt appears on the system panel.

[Title: "Wisteria Flowers"]

[Chinese Painting Technique: Lv.5 Profession 2nd Order (5056/10000)]

[Emotion: Heart-wrenching]

(End of chapter)