In the long history, capable people have emerged in large numbers, leaving countless wealth to future generations.
These wealth contain a lot of intangible culture.
But time has passed, and culture cannot escape the ravages of war and time. Countless treasures have been lost. Some of the painting techniques of traditional Chinese painting are also missing.
Memei is now using one of these lost techniques.
Her uniqueness was quickly noticed by others.
"Can anyone please explain to me what techniques the little girl is using to draw? It looks really nice. I want my daughter to learn it too!"
"A senior student of traditional Chinese painting came here uninvited. If I read correctly, the technique she used should be coloring."
"But it may be because she is too young and hasn't learned enough yet, so it is completely different from the existing coloring skills."
"It looks good, but it's not recommended to learn some nondescript ones."
"Is that so? That's a bit of a pity. I think it looks really good."
"To learn Chinese painting, you still have to follow the orthodox route. I can give you some popular science about coloring."
"Colors can be divided into gold and green, large and small green, boneless, splash color, pastel color, light crimson, etc."
"Mainly using changes in lines and ink colors, and using expression techniques such as hook, chaff, dot, dye, thick, light, dry, wet, yin, yang, direction, back, empty, solid, sparse, dense and blank to depict.
Physical appearance and business location.”
"Most of the patterns on the ancient mural fans were completed using this technique."
“Thank you for popularizing the science, I have learned a lot!”
The discussion here is in full swing, but the gray-haired old professor from Long Xia's most famous art academy is staring at Yaomei's movements.
"Old man, come and see if this is, is it..."
His voice was choked as he spoke, and the old professors surrounding him also followed him to watch the movements of the little girl on the screen.
Countless big names in the art world stared closely at that small screen.
"I feel like there's nothing wrong with it. It's exactly the same as what's written in the book. It would be great if I could see how she does it live!"
"It doesn't matter, we can wait for him to come back. He is a representative player of our country."
"I can't wait to see what her drawing will look like!"
"I didn't expect that this knowledge competition would have such a surprise. They hid this little girl so well that they didn't even reveal it to us!"
Several old professors were talking enthusiastically, and there were also slightly younger students surrounding them.
"Teacher, does this little girl have a unique way of painting?"
"Haven't you seen it yet? This is our long-lost Lan Qilu!"
Orchid weeps dew, such a name closely related to romance, flowers, snow and moon, originates from "the chrysanthemum on the threshold is sad about the mist, orchid weeps dew, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away."
It originated from poetry, but it was an extremely elegant coloring technique at that time.
The surviving documents record that this coloring technique was created by a very talented painter at that time. The fineness and closeness of the paintings made with this technique are like the fragrance of orchids.
At that time, it was already sought after by literati. Unfortunately, the extremely talented painter only appeared briefly, and later this unique skill gradually disappeared in time.
Through these materials, their descendants read about that era, and they were fascinated by this kind of painting technique and were fascinated by the magical technique.
It's just a pity that I can't see it again. Now there is a living person demonstrating it in front of them. How can they not be excited?
"Teacher, this can't be true, can it?"
"What are you talking about? It must be true. The technique is exactly the same as what is recorded in the book. I will be able to confirm it when I see the painting later."
The people sitting in front of the screen watching this game were excited, but the players sitting in the competition venue were all calm.
Here are talented people with excellent talents, and their paintings are taking shape one after another. This is an invisible pressure for those who have not yet completed the paintings.
There were only a few people on the field writing, and Yaomei was one of them.
Although her way and technique of using the brush are particularly eye-catching, some people feel that with her speed, she may not be able to complete the painting before the end of the exam.
Lin Hua's teammates also finished their paintings early and handed in their works. They looked at Yaomei worriedly, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
Yaomei herself took her time and changed several pens, sculpting her paintings carefully. Seeing that the time was coming to an end, she put down the pen in her hand, but the painting was not over yet.
She used her delicate little fingers to dip lightly in the thick ink, and smeared it lightly on the drawing paper with her fingertips.
Others couldn't see the appearance of his paintings, they could only see his movements, and they were immediately amused by her arrogance.
"Paint with your hands. It seems that there is not enough time. The little guy started to get started because he was anxious. Let's not be too harsh on him later. After all, he is too young. Not everyone is Aman.
Da, right?"
The gossip around her had no impact on the little girl who was painting. Her eyes were bright and her hands were stained with ink.
Her whole body is filled with a kind of joy of painting, and this state also makes many people murmur in their hearts.
Some weird painting enthusiasts will be immersed in their own world when completing their works.
This little girl shouldn't be, right?
People often watch the countdown to the end of the game.
There was only one person in the Nuo Da field, and he had not stopped what he was doing.
Yaomei's teammate, the girl who could distinguish many colors, bit her lip and almost concluded in her heart that Yaomei had no choice but to submit her work before the end of the game.
Just when she was about to cry, her small and tender hands were raised.
"Teacher, my painting is finished!"
Although her little hand was still stained with ink, she could not wait to rush up to hug the little girl and kiss her hard.
Regardless of the outcome, completing the painting is the most basic thing.
"Can I ask my partner to help me carry the painting up? I have ink on my hands!"
The judges on the judges' bench have already left.
"I can help you."
He walked to the table and froze.
As soon as the ink color with heavy makeup and light touch came into view, he was shocked by the world depicted on the drawing paper.
The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
On the pure white paper, the quiet mountains and forests appear vividly on the paper.
It's just that the little girl didn't use too many brush strokes to describe the forest and the forest, but carefully carved out the creatures in the mountain stream.
The lively stream was singing a clear and clear song, and an ignorant deer quietly poked its head out. Its bright eyes seemed to be talking to the person who was looking at the painting.