When a painting has a soul of its own, it is enough to prove its quality, and from Richard's perspective, this painting is truly a masterpiece.
He was still thinking this morning whether Ren He could only draw sketches. Otherwise, why would he only draw sketches for two days in a row!?
As a result, it has now been proven that Ren He is not only skilled in sketching, but also has a very high standard in oil painting.
Many ordinary people have the impression that expensive paintings are basically abstract paintings like Picasso and Van Gogh. No, in the oil painting market, realistic oil paintings always account for more than 40% of the market.
Take "Mountain Wind" by Mr. Chen Yifei in the previous life as an example. This is a realistic oil painting, but it was sold for a sky-high price of 71 million yuan early on.
Ren He didn't expect much money from his paintings. He settled down to paint because he had too many memories in his heart that needed to be poured out. It was like a sad person who wants to sing.
He is not sad, but there are too many things in his heart. He needs to sort out those things with a picture. There are too many things in his heart in this new life. Only Yang Xi knows, and even
Yang Xi didn't know all his feelings either.
One oil painting a day is like Ren He walking the path of his dreams all over again.
In the first picture, he jumped from the teaching building. At that time, he had just come to this world and encountered a natural punishment system that was designed to deceive the host. He was forced to embark on the path of extreme sports.
But it was also from that time that I fell in love with everything now.
In the second picture, he climbed up the building of Kailai Hotel with bare hands...
In the third picture, he handed Yang Xi a love letter under the street lamp. At that time, Yang Xi took the initiative and said to him: I like you.
Old Richard watched as Ren He began to draw oil paintings crazily day by day. Ren He did not carve them, and almost all were completed in one go.
The quality of these oil paintings is very high, but none of them gave old Richard the same shock as his first painting of a mountain village primary school. Because he had no sense of identity, there was no spiritual resonance.
So he was a little confused about Ren He. How did this... look like he was drawing comics?! And old Richard couldn't even understand the content in these drawings.
It's as if Ren He didn't put too much emotion into these paintings, just some fragments of his soul pasted casually on the drawing board. There is nothing special about it.
But he didn't know the significance of these oil paintings to Ren He.
Time passed slowly, and Yang Xi began to notice that Ren He was becoming more and more calm: Ren He used to be like a book, but now the words in the book seem to be slowly disappearing, but Yang Xi does not feel that he is beginning to lose it.
Instead, he felt that Ren He's inner connotation was slowly beginning to become introverted, and the flame in his heart was condensing into a core. No one knew how much energy that core would burst out again.
This does not mean that Ren He's character has begun to change, but that Ren He's temperament is undergoing some unknown sublimation.
Should I joke with Yang Xi? When I was at the Conservatory of Music, if someone discussed the knights and praised them in front of Ren He, Ren He would still shamelessly come over and say, "Yes, what you said is right.
Knights are really awesome!"
Yang Xi wanted to laugh when she saw it.
But Ren He is indeed different. When he was playing extreme sports before, the flame of hope and dream seemed to be able to burn and melt other people, but now for him, that fire seems to have disappeared.
He never mentioned extreme sports again.
In fact, what An Si said is right. Athletes have to adjust their mentality after experiencing a peak competition, and this is especially true for extreme sports.
Climbing Mount Everest twice and downhill skiing down the mountain twice consumed so much of Ren He's courage that at some point after he came back, he began to imagine whether his life would be better if he lived in peace.
But there was a voice in Ren He's heart that loudly denied it.
The concept of "living" is not to wait to die slowly, but to keep running, to go far away to see the world as wide as possible, and to run until you are exhausted so that you will not regret it.
Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep.
While downhill skiing, he felt death more than once, especially the time when a storm came and he was trapped on the Hillary Step. No one knew how desperate he felt at that time, and how desperate he was.
But when he went down the mountain, he still climbed to the top again without hesitation!
Ren He is not a god, he is just an ordinary person, and he gets tired too.
But when you feel tired, just calm down and accumulate strength in the quietness.
He drew all his extreme moments, including the road to heaven, climbing the Underpants Building with bare hands, climbing Mount Everest, and taking the leap of faith...
Richard found that he began to understand Ren He less and less. Why were these paintings different from those of his students...
What do you draw? Farmers, hard workers, old people, women.
But the paintings by Ren He are like promotional posters for commercial blockbusters, exciting and life-or-death moments.
Why do you seem to have gone astray? Why don't you study directing...
However, what old Richard didn't know was that if Ren He's experiences were filmed, it would be a commercial blockbuster. Now I don't know how many people want to make a biography of the knight. Think about it, it will be a hit.
The number of Cavaliers fans around the world is in the tens of millions, or even higher. It’s really hard to say.
But Old Richard didn't say anything. Ren He was nominally his student, but he looked at his relationship with Ren He and found that he just provided the other party with a quiet place to paint.
The realistic oil paintings painted by Ren He are becoming more and more thrilling. The feeling of life and death seems to be rushing towards his face. Old Richard doesn't know what his student is thinking in his mind and why he draws these things. He doesn't go online.
, so I had no idea that these paintings together could be called a knight’s challenging life...
Gradually, old Richard seemed to be able to understand Ren He's paintings. When old Richard saw the painting Leap of Faith, he seemed to be young again. At that time, he did not choose painting as his life path.
Instead of painting, I play various extreme sports like the people in the painting.
Death-defying!
But Ren He's paintings slowly began to calm down. There was no life or death, no fierce conflicts, only calmer pictures. Just yesterday, Ren He painted a picture of a heavy snowfall in an antique traditional oriental courtyard, and a young boy.
He stood calmly in the yard with his hands down, his eyes clear.
Then, Ren He's painting stopped. It seemed that he had slowed down to the extreme and could not go any slower, so he had to stop.
In the past two months, Ren He has maintained a high level of productivity, one painting a day, then one painting every two days, one painting every three days, and finally one painting every four days...
A total of 27 pictures so far!
Just like the process from extreme movement to extreme stillness, Ren He's painting began to slow down to the extreme, and his heart also became extremely quiet.
Old Richard just watched Ren He sitting in front of the drawing board for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, but he knew that this was the process of Ren He's own sublimation.
Old Richard suddenly had a hunch that this painting that had been brewing for the longest time would be the one that Ren He worked the most hard on, and it would also be the one that Ren He cared about the most, so much so that he refused to start painting until he even thought about how to paint.
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Ren He was too quiet and focused in front of the drawing board.
Old Richard suddenly felt that even though Ren He had not drawn anything yet, he might have to witness the birth of something with his own eyes.
