Grandma Jiang's accident caught Gu Zhaodi by surprise.

This is the first time she has seen such a kind old man, who was so high-spirited one second, and fell in front of her the next.

Even if Gu Zhaodi thinks that she is indifferent enough, she can't help but feel the fragility and impermanence of life.

But sighing and sighing, she can't do anything.

It just so happened that Tang Guoguo also finished the experience class, she saw that there was no one in the west wing, so she pushed the door in, and wanted to ask Gu Zhaodi if she wanted to go to Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts with her to find He Ying, Gu Zhaodi had nothing else to do and felt that it was by the way, so she agreed.

Just as she got up and wanted to leave the room, she saw Tang Guoguo staring at the pattern of Shui Danqing on the long table, her eyes lit up.

"Wow! ~This is the tea play, right? It's the first time I've seen it! She excitedly took out her mobile phone, "You wait for me for a few minutes, I took a photo, let's go!" ”

Gu Zhaodi nodded.

"Our teacher over there said that the tea opera of the Song Dynasty was a very difficult skill, and she practiced for several years before she could draw some simple patterns such as flowers and plants, and animal patterns like this lamb kneeling milk could only be drawn by a very powerful tea man."

Tang Guoguo took dozens of photos from various angles, but he was still not satisfied, and began to shoot videos again:

"But it's really a pity, I heard her say that the grandmother who was pulled away by the ambulance just now is a good painter, but I don't know what the grandmother's craftsmanship is? Do I have eyes to see? ”

Gu Zhaodi really wanted to tell her, what you are shooting now is Grandma Jiang's Shui Danqing.

But before she could speak, she heard Tang Guoguo let out an exclamation, and then waved to herself frantically: "Gu Zhaodi!" Look at it! Oh my God!! ”

"What's wrong?" Gu Zhaodi rarely saw Tang Guoguo so surprised, although she felt that she was a little rare and strange, but she still patiently walked closer and glanced at Jianzhan inside, "What are you looking at?" ”

But I don't want to, it's just a light glance.

It made her stand on end with hair on her back in shock, and she couldn't even hear Tang Guoguo's answer.

"Look at this little lamb, just now it was kneeling there and eating the milk of the mother sheep, and now it has grown up, and it is still grazing with the mother sheep."

It's just that the picture that Tang Guoguo said gradually disappeared from the snow-white tea powder as the temperature of the tea soup decreased, and then slowly floated up with two columns of small characters:

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again. Just like Sister Red Lips said, Shui Danqing has existed for a very short time.

Fortunately, this less than ten seconds of footage was filmed by Tang Guoguo. Gu Zhaodi thought to herself, if she could send it to that red-lipped sister, it would be a comfort to her.

"You send me the video on WeChat."

"Oh, good."

Gu Zhaodi received the video and thanked her, and walked out of the Qinglin Tea House with Tang Guoguo.

At this time, Cheng Bo and the four Hanfu girls had already left, and Gu Zhaodi was originally worried that Tang Guoguo would be like when he came, and he would have to wrap his head in a shawl before he was willing to meet people. But I didn't expect this fat beauty to walk into the subway confidently, and accept the review of strangers in the subway with an indifferent face.

Such a change really impressed Gu Zhaodi.

She was originally happy to be a green leaf foil next to Tang Guoguo, but it wasn't until she got on the subway that she realized how ridiculous her idea was.

Because, Cheng Bo and the four Hanfu girls were also on this subway, and their destination was also Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts.

The six boys and girls dressed in Hanfu were quite quiet when they took the subway, but when they arrived at the square of the Academy of Fine Arts, they started the tea party mode again. In just half an hour, they have talked about the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, and tea to the emperor's generals and strange conversations, and now they have begun to introduce each other to the shape of the Hanfu on their bodies.

And Gu Zhaodi, who was sitting next to the five people, looked loveless and couldn't interject at all.

In addition to constantly sending WeChat messages urging He Ying to come out of class quickly, she could only silently cover her face when passers-by raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

But Gu Zhaodi didn't know that He Ying, who received WeChat, was stumped by the questions of his classmates in the studio at this time.

Xu Jing, who is not good at lines but is the best at coloring, had already exchanged a lesson with He Ying, but at this time, she saw He Ying draw a Soviet-style color painting with a unique charm on the paper, so she was even more curious:

"Is this blend you talking about the same thing as the blend we are talking about?"

"Blinking, also known as baking. It is a coloring program in the Soviet-style color painting of ancient buildings. He Ying regretted showing off in front of Xu Jing a little, but he had to explain patiently, "The middle and lower colors of Soviet-style color paintings need to be deep and then shallow, depicted one by one, and finally powdered to set off." ”

"So what are the middle and lower colors? In the color paintings of ancient buildings, are colors also graded? Xu Jing's questions were one after another, "What is the colorful color?" ”

"This ...... It's a long story. He Ying scratched his forehead and thought for a long time before he came up with a more concise answer, "In fact, there is indeed a grading of colors in the Su's color paintings of ancient Chinese buildings. During the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, when BJ City built a palace, a large number of Jiangnan craftsmen were requisitioned, and the craftsmen introduced Soviet-style color paintings to the northern court, and gradually formed a new school of color paintings such as 'official-style Su painting'. ”

The other students in the studio originally wanted to leave, but when they heard He Ying's words, they also came over to listen.

"The so-called official style is to serve the royal family. However, there were many royal rules and many classes, which gave birth to the classification of Soviet-style color paintings. ”

"I see." Xu Jing nodded clearly, completely unexpectedly that there would be so many doorways for a small architectural color painting, "That is to say, this upper colorful, medium colorful, and lower colorful, that is, it will be applied to different levels of buildings?" ”

"Not bad." He Ying also nodded in affirmation of Xu Jing's answer, "Shang Wucai, also called Jin Zhuo Mo." It refers to the outer contour line of the pattern and the dividing line of each part of the figure are made of raised leaching powder, and then pasted with gold leaf. The various colors of the whole pattern are painted flat and adopt the three-fade technique. When setting the background color, the main color is green and green, and various intermediate colors are used, which are mostly used to draw royal gardens. ”

This professional explanation made a few people confused.

Seeing this, He Ying began to make trouble again, how to continue to talk about the five colors and the next five colors?

Thinking that Gu Zhaodi and Tang Guoguo had been waiting for him for too long, he had to say to Xu Jing apologetically: "In fact, the knowledge of ancient architectural painting is very complicated, and it is really not clear in a few words, so it is better for me to send you the notes and documents, you can study it yourself first, and then I will explain it to you next time I come to class." ”

"Good!" Xu Jing smiled happily, and also put on her schoolbag and prepared to walk out of the classroom, "Actually, just listening to what you say, I think the ancient building paintings are particularly interesting." If I could, I would like to paint ancient buildings after graduation. ”

"Why? If you learn Chinese painting well, don't give up easily. ”

He Ying said what was from his heart.

She has seen the hardships of working as painters of ancient buildings, and she knows that their efforts are not always rewarded. I was afraid that a good student like Xu Jing would be led astray by my words, so I persuaded him with good words.

But what she didn't expect was that.

Several students from the Chinese painting department behind him actually had the same idea as Xu Jing.

Everyone walked to the elevator with a smile and a smile, but the moment the elevator opened, it was quiet.

I saw Chen Jingyi, who was holding a plaster sculpture, standing in the middle of the elevator with a proud face, and when she saw a familiar classmate walking into the elevator, she did not speak or move her position. Instead, when He Ying walked in, he let out a sneer.

In line with the principle that more things are better than less, He Ying didn't want to have anything to do with her, and without looking at Chen Jingyi, he pressed the button on the first floor.

But he didn't want to, Xu Jing behind him asked coldly:

"What are you laughing at?"