[Thank you for the peace charm of the empty night, the sachet of Ning Biyu ~~~~]

Yunhai Forest Park stretches for hundreds of miles, there are swamps, lakes and flocks of migratory birds, strange mountains and strange peaks and thousands of beasts entrenched, and it is famous for the sea of clouds.

On the south side of the forest park, the mountains are stacked, surrounded by strange peaks and strange stones and ancient trees, hidden in the clouds and smoke, and it is also known as the South China Sea. There is a law of clouds and fog in the South China Sea, when it is sunny, foggy at night, the mountains are in the clouds in the early morning, the sun comes out, the dense fog becomes a flowing cloud, in the afternoon, the clouds and fog begin to gradually dissipate, and the true appearance of the mountain peaks can be seen at sunset, when the sunset is like fire, and it is a scenery again.

The pen in Sangsang's hand has not been able to fall for a long time, and countless compositions have flashed in his mind, but he has always felt that he can't fit what he feels in his heart.

The clouds and smoke floated in front of the chest, wisps and clumps, as if they could reach out and catch them, but they flowed out of the fingers, and people were like clouds and mist, floating like immortals.

The clusters are like flocculents, fluffy like the sea, curling like smoke, and the mountain peaks float on the clouds...... Such a beautiful scenery cannot be painted with a pen, only the heart can reflect one or two.

Mr. Qing stepped forward, gently took off the pen in Sangsang's hand and put it on the pen holder, and pulled her sleeve.

Sang Sang looked sideways, Mr. Qing had three fluffy red-billed birds on top of his head, a long-tailed white-necked bird standing on his shoulder, and a little golden retriever crawling behind his neck, combing his hair with his paws from time to time, and a big cat at his feet, chirping and squeaking, getting along very harmoniously.

"In sketching, the important thing is observation. They come often, and when they see a lot, they can naturally pick up the pen and draw, and you are in a hurry to put down the pen when you go up the mountain for the first time. Mr. Qing dragged his family and dragged Sangsang to stroll on the top of the mountain. "Don't look with your eyes, see with your heart. Look at this cloud. Look at this mountain, look at this glow, this ancient pine, this strange stone. The eagle ...... between the cliffs As long as it is in your heart, it can be in the painting. ”

The top of the mountain was slightly cold, but fortunately I wore long sleeves. Sangsang hugged his knees, his back against the boulder, and beside him was a bush of wild orchids, which had already spit out the stamen, and the fragrance of the flowers was refreshing. A goshawk flew out from under the cliff, soared into the sky, and hovered over the sea of clouds. Falling on a boulder not far away, tilting his head slightly, motionless, as if he was watching the scene, and Sangsang was watching it.

"Autumn leaves. Little Momiji, it's time for lunch. Qingxi's voice came from far and near.

Sang Sang helped Dashi to get up, patted his buttocks, took out the drying spray and sprayed himself a few times, stomped his feet, walked out around Yelan, his fingertips brushed the trembling petals, and the corners of his lips were smiling.

Lunch is a nutritious course with fruits picked in the mountains. Mr. Ren's homemade fresh mushroom soup, as well as animal biscuits and small cakes brought by Mr. Qing.

Under the canopy of ancient pine trees, everyone sat in the shade and laughed and had a picnic. Sunlight casts through the gaps in the foliage, adding warmth to the cold, moist air. The animal biscuits that Mr. Qing used to show off to his friends were taken away by the monkeys before they were taken out, and the guards were quick to see. Bouncing and climbing branches and climbing trees to catch the monkey to regain most of it, let the old man cover the soup pot in a hurry, so as not to rain pine needles and harm his mushroom soup.

Sang Sang laughed from beginning to end, and was busy chasing the birds and birds for Mr. Qing, and the half-big tiger that pounced on people, these guys were not afraid of Mr. Qing at all, and even Qing Xi had nothing to do with them, but Sang Sang's pretty face sank, and he shouted clearly, they were immediately obedient, but soon they would knowingly commit it again, in short, this lunch was very lively, and she was unprecedentedly happy.

"Little Hongye, you are too powerful, grandpa always picks things up and goes back, raises them and releases them, so that those little guys are not afraid of him, every time he goes up the mountain to eat, it is like a war......" Qing Xi lay back, was glared at by his grandfather, turned his back to Sangsang, and squeezed his eyes at Sangsang, so that she could look at the catkins opposite.

Liu Wu was very active, and was holding the painting she had painted all morning and asking Mr. Shi for comments, as if she was the only one who was the most diligent and serious among all the people, and Sangsang's painting table was still blank paper.

In the afternoon, the sea of clouds is rippling, surging like a tide, such as the white waves emptying, the waves crashing on the shore, the splashing clouds and mist are gradually dissipating, in the distance, the undulating mountains are like a shy girl is slowly removing the white veil covering her face, revealing a beautiful style.

A few old gentlemen went for a walk in the mountains and forests after dinner, leaving the young apprentices to paint in the wind. Because no one was guarding them, everyone relaxed and talked and bet on paintings. Liu Wu is a good teacher, seeing that Sang Sang is still a blank paper in front of him, he is very friendly and declares that he is willing to teach Sang Sang how to paint landscape sketches, but he is not very friendly to the top of Qing Si.

Sangsang is the youngest, although others are very angry that she has been praised by the old masters, but the behavior can not do such a thing as bullying her, and the verbal vague dissatisfaction, Sangsang as the wind in his ears, holding on to the artificial stone railing to look at for a moment, Sangsang returned to the painting table, crumpled the white paper that had been soaked in water and was too wet into a ball and destroyed it, sprayed desiccant on the table, and re-laid a piece of paper.

Except for Qingxi, the only time anyone else watched her paint was at the gate of the ink garden last time, and the color ink painting was just a child's thing on the stage for them. At this time, when I saw her writing, I gathered with a bit of pickiness.

When she was painting, Sang Sang had always been engrossed, and even Liu Wu deliberately raised her voice to read ancient poems aloud, but she couldn't divert her attention at all.

This kind of fascination made the relaxed playfulness on everyone's faces precipitate, dyed with a cautious color, and Liu Wu also stopped her hypocritical talent to show off.

Light ink distant mountains, leaving white clouds in the sea, a few brushes, even if the ink color is not well mastered, too much water is blurred, but it still makes people see the spirituality contained in the pen and ink. It is a certain spirituality that cannot be expressed in words, and can only be felt by those who have studied ink painting and learned to paint, some people call it Shen Yun, and some people say that it is the soul of painting.

Qing Xi's gaze swept over the faces of the people whose faces had changed drastically, and he raised his eyebrows, concentrating on the pen and paper in front of him. Sang Sang's test brush, from the distant mountains, to the nearby ancient pine stones, and then to the flying eagle in the clouds, the people who were originally standing behind her and watching retreated to their positions, took out all their strength, and painted seriously.

Everyone is a proud person, and no one wants to lose to others, especially to someone so much younger than themselves. The disparity in talent can't catch up, at least the attitude can't show weakness, and the realm of mental painting is not as good as spelling skills.

When the old men returned, the sun had set in the west, and at this time, the sky was dazzling like fire, and the mountains where the clouds had dissipated revealed their true faces and were dyed with golden light. It's extraordinarily gorgeous.

The sketching group took their most satisfactory works and asked the teacher to comment on them, and compared them together, and the old people couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

"Yes, there's progress. That's it. Even if it's an exercise, you can't take it lightly. Don't just practice with a pen, be mindful. "Mr. Qing was holding a red long-tailed finch with an injured wing. Nodding in satisfaction.

"Well, Lao Qing is right. ”

"Qing Xi's "The Sound of Clouds and Waves" has a bit of a feeling of waves emptying and shaking the sky. ”

"The catkins' "Nanshan Pine" is also good, this time the handling of pine needles is very careful, the virtual and real are better mastered, there are not too many unnecessary branches, you used to pay too much attention to the shape but lacked a little meaning, make persistent efforts. ”

“......”

"Judge the winner. Xiao Hongye's "Soaring Sky" has the most charm, are you convinced?"

Several old gentlemen commented one by one, and finally decided that Sangsang's painting was the leader, and Mr. Qing received the white eyes of several old friends and stroked his beard proudly.

"Momiji's sister's talent. We can't catch up with the starship, of course. Liu Fu smiled and nodded at Sangsang Friendly, his eyes rolled, and he said: "However, we lost in terms of artistic conception, but purely from the perspective of painting skills, whose best needs to be evaluated again, and the teacher can't dampen our enthusiasm." ”

"The sparse atmosphere of "The Sound of the Sea of Clouds" and the hearty "Cloud Peak Waterfall". "Sea of Clouds" "The sea is the shore at the end, the mountain is the peak", the clear and elegant "Ask Nanshan", ...... artistic conception of "Soaring Sky" is really good, but the eagle has a shortcoming. The picture is of a flying eagle, and the talons should be tucked away, not spread as it is when they pounce. And the brushstrokes of this eagle wing are a little mushy, which is also a flaw. ”

Liu Wu mentioned every painting, but did not say his "Nanshan Pine", and then pointed out the mistakes in Sangsang's paintings, and the tone was sincere.

Qing Xi secretly rolled her eyes and said in a hurry: "Freehand painting, the image is not accurate enough, and it is not a big mistake." What's more, from the ecological habits of the eagle, its claws should be put away, but painting is not photography, it is artistic creation. It is not wrong to draw small red leaves like this, which means that people do not forget to be vigilant when moving forward, and it is inevitable that the road will be bumpy in the future, and with such momentum can we go further. Grandpa, are you right?"

Several old men nodded secretly. Sangsang's paintings, in terms of artistic conception, are indeed the freedom of the sky and the sea to roam freely, but there is no restrained aggression, just like the open eagle claws, as if on the way forward, once encountering problems, the attacking side will be revealed.

"Little red leaves, what do you think of for yourself?" Mr. Qing turned his head and looked at the little disciple who was not happy when he praised him and was not angry when he was picked, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes. It's good not to be arrogant or impatient, but it's not a good thing not to be happy with things and not to be sad at a young age.

Sang Sang was very keen, and felt that Mr. Qing seemed to be worried about something, but the object of worry was her, and he was puzzled in his heart, and originally planned to push back the pickiness of the catkins, but after looking at Mr. Qing, he stepped forward and rolled up the painting, and replied lightly: "Thank you Brother Qing Si for your support, but I don't know enough about the living habits of eagles, and I will pay attention to it next time." ”

"How old are you, grandpa said that you have only been studying Danqing systematically for a year, and you are already a genius than all of us to have your current level. Qing Xi pursed his lips and stepped forward to take his own painting.

Liu Wu couldn't help but blush, as her teacher, Mr. Shi did not relieve her, but praised Sangsang a lot, and his words had the meaning of accepting Sangsang as an apprentice, and he almost fought with Mr. Qing.

In the end, the pure painting skills were evaluated, and the first was Liu Wu's fine brush painting "Nanshan Pine", but she was not happy at all.

Why do you study hard for 20 years but can't compare to the results of others in a year, although someone explained to her that a year is just a time to learn from Mr. Qing, before apprenticing to Mr. Qing, Hongye already has a foundation, it is estimated that he will start to learn to paint from the beginning of holding a pen, and there are ten years, which is only twice as much as her time, but Liu Wu is still very frustrated.

No matter how much the geniuses in the Danqing Valley were frustrated because of Sangsang, in short, Sangsang had already entered the eyes of all the masters in Danqing Valley, and they did not treat her as a child because she was young, but really valued her and competed to teach her.

Sang Sang asked Xiao Xin to record the scene of the day, enter the sleep learning machine at night, spend several times the time figuring out and learning, absorb the experience of the masters, and make rapid progress.

This terrifying learning speed, in the eyes of the masters, Sangsang is like a bottomless pit, it seems that no matter how much knowledge can be accepted, and quickly integrated, let them see the joy of hunting, instilling more painting skills in her, even Mr. Qing Lao also diverted most of his attention from Qingsi to Sangsang.

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