445 win or lose, I enjoy the process of the competition
When Feng Qingchen put away his pen, the prince, Mr. Yan and others were also amazed. A three-dimensional picture of the human skeleton appeared on the paper, clear and lifelike.
Although there are only three colors of black, white and gray, the whole painting is not monotonous. Of course, there is no sign of any painting skills or aura. Feng Qingchen's painting only truly presents the real thing, with a little more craftsmanship.
It's a bit smart, but has no artistic conception or beauty at all.
From the perspective of painting skills and appreciation, Feng Qingchen's human skeleton drawing is really not outstanding. At least it is not as vivid as Su Wan's Butterfly Love Flower. Normal people would think that a hundred flowers in full bloom is more beautiful than a skeleton.
Su Wan's painting is also coming to an end. Su Wan painted the flowers in bloom and the butterflies flying among the flowers vividly. Looking from a distance, the butterflies on the paper seemed to really fly away.
Su Wan's paintings are better than her calligraphy. In terms of painting skills, Feng Qingchen definitely loses.
I thought Feng Qingchen had finished the painting and could pass it around, but he saw Feng Qingchen took out another pen and a ruler.
"What is Feng Qingchen doing? Even though we are not doctors, we can still see that this human skeleton diagram is perfectly connected." Three people from Jixia Academy judged that they didn't know Feng Qingchen well, so they
He was confused and worried that Feng Qingchen was adding too much detail.
At this time, Mr. Yuan Xi's benefits came to light: "If I guessed correctly, Feng Qingchen should want to make a mark. Feng Qingchen painted a diagram of human bones. She definitely doesn't care about the artistic conception of the painting."
If you really care about the painting environment, you wouldn't paint such a scary thing. To put it purely in terms of painting, Feng Qingchen's painting is just a skeleton. Not only is it completely devoid of beauty, but it's also a bit shabby.
Mr. Yuan Xi still knew Feng Qingchen very well. As soon as Mr. Yuan Xi finished speaking, he saw Feng Qingchen using a ruler to draw thin lines on the skeleton diagram. Feng Qingchen went from left to right, from top to bottom.
Next, I marked them one by one.
On the left are: parietal bone, nasal bone, temporal bone, mandible, clavicle, scapula, humerus, costal cartilage, ulna, radius, hip bone, coccyx, femur, hip bone, fibula, and tibia.
On the right: frontal bones, zygomatic bones, mandible, cervical vertebrae, sternum, ribs, thoracic vertebrae, lumbar bones, sacrum, carpal bones, metacarpals, phalanges, tarsals, metatarsals, and phalanges.
Feng Qingchen's calligraphy is not beautiful, but can be written with a small charcoal pen. The characters are square and square, as if they were printed. Although the characters are small, they are clearly visible.
When Feng Qingchen marked out every bone, the whole painting had no sense of beauty at all. It was purely a teaching picture. The prince was the first to get the picture of Feng Qingchen's bones. After being amazed, he became depressed.
He really couldn't find words to praise Feng Qingchen's painting.
In the end, I can only say that Feng Qingchen's charcoal drawing skills are extraordinary, and the human skeleton is drawn exactly like the real thing. When I see this picture, I think of the white bones. After looking at it for a long time, I can still feel the bones, and I want to step off the paper.
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness." Feng Qingchen was not modest at all and agreed directly. This generous and generous look was, to be honest, really annoying.
Next, the painting was passed to Xiling Tianlei: "The content of the painting is good, but it's a pity that today's competition is painting and not medical skills. Miss Feng's painting is too craftsmanship and the topic is too dark. I really don't like it."
Xiling Tianlei was right. Feng Qingchen's image was too lifelike. If he saw it at night, he would be scared to death.
"Everyone likes vegetables and radishes. It's normal for Prince Lei not to like it. Qingchen can understand." The exaggerated party accepted it, and the demoted party responded without any grudge. This was Feng Qingchen. She didn't defend herself at all.
The idea is to accept it and let it go. It has a certain aura of aloofness.
Mr. Yan, Mr. Yuan Xi and the three great painters nodded inaudibly, with satisfaction flashing in their eyes. He was able to neither be arrogant nor impetuous at such a young age. This Feng Qingchen could indeed become a great person.
When the painting was handed over to Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan carefully read every line and word on it several times. Feng Qingchen originally drew it in detail, and after marking it, it became even clearer.
Even a layman like him can understand where every bone in the human body is.
Looking at it from a distance is surprising enough. Only when Yan Lao gets closer can he understand how extraordinary Feng Qingchen's painting is. Of course, you must not look at this painting with an appreciation eye. If you treat this painting purely with an appreciation eye,
If you draw a picture, you will fall behind.
"Feng Qingchen, are the skeleton diagrams you drew based on the size of the human body?" Mr. Yan remembered that when Feng Qingchen was drawing, he would take a ruler to measure from time to time, still calculating something.
As soon as Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up, she knew that the real scholars were all knowledgeable and talented. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yan could see it at a glance. Feng Qingchen nodded excitedly: "Old Yan has a wise eye."
This excitement can only be understood by those who truly understand it. This is called meeting a close friend. Only those who understand me can move my heart.
"Hahaha, little friend Qingchen is a good drawer. I was lucky enough to see a skeleton diagram drawn by a doctor, but it is not as realistic and detailed as little friend Qingchen's." Mr. Yan had a smile on his face.
He looked humble, but everyone present knew that he was proud to see Feng Qingchen say that he was right.
Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. How could she have forgotten this matter? Nowadays, death is the most important thing. Under normal circumstances, even the doctor can't find a complete body.
Even if a complete corpse is handed over to the doctor, no one dares to dissect it. Even if they do, no bones can be seen. Most people are buried after death. After burial, it is impossible to dig out the corpse and arrange and compare the bones.
Then describe it.
Her drawing of the human skeleton is too detailed, which is a bit unusual. If anyone asks about the origin of this drawing, she may not be able to please her, and may even reveal that Sun Zhengdao found corpses for her to practice with.
Just in case, Feng Qingchen explained "unintentionally": "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your compliment. Qingchen was able to draw the skeleton in such a complete and detailed manner, thanks to the master's teachings.
When I first started studying medicine, my master asked me to become familiar with all the acupuncture points, bones, and the positions of the internal organs within a month.
Qingchen was stupid and couldn't remember it. Seeing that the date required by the master was approaching, he really had no choice but to draw it while memorizing it and memorize it slowly. Later, he drew more and saw more patients, and he understood the skeleton better.
Now, it becomes easier to draw.
In the past, I had always painted for myself, just a few strokes as long as I could understand it. This is the first time Qingchen has painted so detailedly." At the end of the sentence, Feng Qingchen looked embarrassed, but at this time, he was quite embarrassed.
A bit like a little daughter's shyness.
"Little friend Qingchen has a good master." Mr. Yan's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he passed the painting in his hand to Mr. Yuan Xi. He secretly praised in his heart that she is such a transparent woman. He mentioned vaguely, "Feng
Qingchen instantly understood what he meant.
When Yuan Xi got the message, although he was not as careful as Mr. Yan, he was not as hasty as the prince and Xiling Tianlei. After reading it, Mr. Yuan Xi said meaningfully: "Feng Qingchen, although your painting is
OK, you can use it to participate in the competition but there is no chance of winning, do you understand?"
"Thank you, Mr. Yuan Xi, for your advice. Qingchen understands." Feng Qingchen muttered depressedly in her heart. You really thought she was willing to compete.
"Since you understand, why do you still use this painting to participate in the competition?" This is what Yuan Xi doesn't understand. Feng Qingchen uses black, white and gray so well. If she paints other paintings, she will be even more brilliant...
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A note to readers:
I want to say that Mr. Yuan Xi thinks too much... go and share