Su Yutan still smiled and said in a soft voice, "Qingqing, sister is doing this for your own good. If you continue to be so ignorant, the situation will be ugly."
I glanced at the elders not far away with my eyes, gritted my teeth and went to the bathroom in the side hall.
After washing my hands, I looked at my face in the mirror, and a sneer appeared on my lips for no reason.
I didn’t know why I was laughing. The black energy in my body seemed to be eating away at my nerves, giving me an uncontrollable urge to hit someone. I raised my hand and slapped my forehead hard, trying to stay awake.
Okay, Su Yutan, don’t you just want to see me show my timidity and embarrassment?
Today I will show you what it means to be blocked by soldiers and covered by water and soil.
If you want me to make a fool of myself in front of everyone, there is no way!
I turned around and opened the bathroom door. Su Yutan, who was waiting outside, looked at me worriedly, "Qingqing, are you really okay?"
I looked at her expressionlessly, gathered my shawl, and walked towards the long table where pens, ink, paper and inkstones were prepared.
At the same time, it was like a switch was pressed on the corners of my lips, and I smiled politely.
Seeing me picking up a brush and dipping it in ink, a group of elders also laughed and came closer to watch.
The eyes that looked at me contained hidden doubts and unconcealed expectations.
No one asked me what I wanted to draw, and I was left free to express myself.
I bathed in the sight, thought about it for a few seconds, and then started writing.
The paper is Yunlong skin semi-cooked rice paper, which is the rice paper I often use when practicing painting at home. It is very easy to use.
In fact, what I originally prepared were sketches of landscapes, flowers, birds, fish, and insects.
In the past, I couldn't draw trees, especially willow trees. Their branches point downwards, and it would be hard for me to draw because of their strong branches.
There is even a saying about the four difficulties in Chinese painting: it is difficult to draw hands when painting people, it is difficult to draw dogs when painting animals, it is difficult to draw leaves when painting flowers, and it is difficult to draw willows when painting trees.
I used to make slow progress, but I got stuck here. I once felt that my study of painting was just arty and I couldn't break through.
Fortunately, I have a very strict Teacher Meng. After a long and boring practice, I slowly overcame these difficulties as if I were rushing through a level.
Finally, all that remains is mastering the strength of the lines, which is also the focus of my practice in the past few months.
Once I discovered that I could control lines, I became able to create small paintings.
But I didn’t expect that, with everyone watching, the first thing that came to my mind was bamboo!
Bamboo looks simple, but when you draw it, you pay more attention to details and brushstrokes.
Use the right shade of ink, not only to draw the sparse and elegant charm of the bamboo leaves, but also to show the vigorous and noble artistic conception of the bamboo joints.
If you don't use it well, the bamboo will look like thatched grass with teeth and claws.
As the saying goes, insiders watch the door and laymen watch the excitement. Whenever I make a fool of myself, I will be laughed at by these expert elders.
Thinking of this, I directly sketched a small bamboo forest, with rugged rocks, contrasting belts, and a stream of water, cold and green.
By the way, I also combined it with calligraphy and poetry, which is something I should always remember——
Don't let go when you stick to the green mountains, and keep your roots in the broken rocks.
Putting the pen back, I looked at the elders and said, "I'm sorry, I've made a fool of myself. I hope the elders can give me some advice."
While talking, I looked directly at Granny Su.
What I care about most deep down in my heart is naturally what Grandma Su thinks of me.
The old man looked at my painting without saying a word, but his eyes clearly showed joy.
When she nodded and raised the corners of her lips, the big stone in my heart also fell. It was worth it.
"Mr. Su, your Qingqing is really talented in painting. This bamboo leaf painting is well-proportioned, elegant and flexible, and the joints can show strength. This painting is completed in one go, which shows that she is confident. You can recognize her by looking at her paintings.
, it seems that this child Qingqing is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. Professionally speaking, this child can reach level nine, and his future is limitless..."
As soon as the commenting elder finished speaking, President Chen bent over and looked carefully at the poems I had paired, "Qingqing, who did you practice your calligraphy with? It's dignified, majestic, elegant and clear, and it looks very good."
The character of Mr. Mo Hai.”
I told the truth, "I practiced with my brother Meng Qin."
"No wonder it was written so well. Rong Tang was the only closed disciple of Mr. Mo Hai in his later years."
Chairman Chen lamented, "So, you can be considered the descendant of Mr. Mo Hai, who is a master of calligraphy."
I smiled sheepishly and said, "I am humbled by my poor virtues, but I am truly ashamed to be praised."
It is true that I took advantage of this matter. Meng Qin learned from everyone, and he belongs to the category where a famous teacher gives birth to a great disciple.
I am considered a disciple of a high-ranking disciple, and the fact that I can write well now is really due to Meng Qin.
The most important thing is that Mr. Mo Hai passed away five years ago.
When he was alive, the old man was not a commercial painter, and the calligraphy treasures he left behind were very rare. As Meng Qin was a close disciple of the old man, his calligraphy and painting were naturally very marketable, but Meng Qin did not value these. He wrote and painted purely as a hobby and did not sell it to the outside world.
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As a result, Meng Qin's calligraphy and painting are somewhat difficult to find in the industry. The less he writes, the more people ask for paintings and calligraphy.
But these are nothing to me. I have many works by Meng Qin at home. He even copied a volume of Purity Sutra for me despite my persistence. I thought about it, if I really have no failures in the future.
Yes, you can also sell Meng Qin’s calligraphy and paintings!
Maybe I can make a lot of money, then I have to...
How not human?!
My thoughts took a sharp turn.
After all, Meng Qin is my master on another level!
I actually want to eat meat without spitting out the bones!
Pooh!
He spat at himself.
Why are you so embarrassed?
All the elders in front of me were still praising me with their compliments. Even Su Qingge nodded at my painting.
They think that I can paint the charm of bamboo in a short time, and if I really put my mind into creating large-scale works, I will definitely make waves in the world of calligraphy and painting.
Grandma Su kept laughing and saying nothing while listening to these half-true and half-false compliments.
The old man just held my hand and expressed his satisfaction with increasing strength.
I pursed my lips and smiled, feeling Granny Su's approval was the biggest gain for me.
With the compliments in my ears, I can't stop thinking.
It’s really hard not to have my brain racing. If I was immersed in this, I would not be able to hold on any minute!
In a blink of an eye, the sisters found a way to relieve their frustration, which was to stare at Su Yutan's face.
When the elders looked at my paintings, almost all of them expressed their support with emotion. After all, I knew what I was doing and knew that I had performed well.
Even if they are using the questions to their advantage, I have to do the test questions to a certain extent first. To put it bluntly, if I want anyone to boast that I am a good student, I also have to pass the exam, and I have to get a score of 70 or 80 at the end.
In this way, people can open their mouths to praise you. Otherwise, if they want to praise you, they have to rack their brains and strain to say a sentence. There is a lot of room for improvement in your paintings.
Where is Su Yutan?
When she looked at my paintings, she seemed to see a thousand-year-old enemy.
The stiff and twitching corners of her lips gave me the illusion that if I put a basin on her chin, she would vomit if she tilted her head!