Jinhe Village is a few steps away from Chongjiang Suocheng. The villagers there sell small toys and wooden products in the Suocheng scenic area during the day, and return to the village to rest and live in the evening.
To a certain extent, the situation in this remote scenic spot also coincides with the chronic urban planning problems of many modern Chinese cities.
During the day, people rush into the central business district to work in high-end office buildings; at night, the bustling CBD turns into an empty city, and people flow back to the suburbs or even neighboring cities to sleep and rest, and the places of production and life are often separated.
However, it may be that the Suocheng Scenic Area has brought good benefits to local residents. The self-built buildings in Jinhe Village look pretty good. Although in the eyes of the architect, they are all at the level of farmers' houses without much design, but
From the public's point of view, it can already be said to be impressive.
Guan Lang didn't come here to look at the house. He heard that there was a white jade pool behind the village with great scenery. It was called Baiyu Pool because there were many small white smooth stones scattered around the deep pool, which looked like grease.
Like white jade.
"Hello, can you tell me where there is a pool near here?"
Guan Lang asked the children in the village for the way out, and several children who were playing dirty and playing around gave him directions by babbling.
A brave little boy of seven or eight even volunteered to lead Guan Lang there.
Children are like this. They particularly like the feeling of others asking for their help, as if they are already mature and stable adults.
It's not enough if Guan Lang doesn't let them take him.
As a result, a large group of children walked around him like stars and stars, and he mingled among the children like a child king who had not grown up.
After walking around the village for a while, Guan Lang also found the location of Baiyutan.
But apparently it was not just him who heard that this was a good place for viewing. There were many people sitting on the weeds beside the pond.
There were a few fishermen holding fishing rods, and more of them were a group of young people, sitting on small portable folding cloth chairs, with easels and drawing boards placed in front of them, sketching towards the scenery not far away.
The two groups are far apart, so they won't interfere with each other.
However, Guan Lang's original idea of enjoying the beautiful scenery alone came to nothing.
Guan Lang walked over, and suddenly he spotted a familiar figure among the crowd of people sketching.
It’s Tang Tang’s schoolmate whom I haven’t seen for a long time.
Guan Lang remained silent and quietly moved behind her, wanting to see how she was doing in her painting?
However, when Guan Lang stood behind her, it was still obvious that her hand holding the brush suddenly trembled, and then her movements began to stiffen, and then she slowly lowered her arm, suddenly stopped painting, and stared at Bai Yutan in front of her.
If you keep looking at it, it seems to make a flower pop out of it.
Guan Lang thought for a while and understood the reason. He stood behind him and blocked the sunlight. Naturally, Tang Tang found him. In addition, most people who have sketched have the habit of standing behind others and feeling like a light on their backs.
Sixth Sense: Many strangers like to stop and watch when they see others sketching. Some people will even point fingers in front of you and comment on your paintings.
Guan Lang patted her shoulder.
She was suddenly frightened and stood up, intending to hit Guan Lang with her backhand.
But when she saw it was Guan Lang, a blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and she quickly stopped her hand.
"It turns out it's you, senior. I thought someone was playing hooligan." Tang Tang patted his chest as if nothing had happened.
Guan Lang smiled and looked at her painting.
Realizing that Guan Lang's eyes were on his sketch, the blush on Tang Tang's cheeks slowly crawled down his neck.
"Senior, my painting is not good, it makes you laugh." Tang Tang smiled shyly, and being stared at made him feel like he was trying to do something for his own work.
"No, the painting is already very good." Guan Lang nodded and said with a sincere expression. He was indeed not comforting her.
The brush strokes of this painting have a delicate feeling unique to women, and have a special texture. It is a work with a strong personal style.
The level of work was obviously much higher than that of the students sitting near her.
"Senior, I just happened to meet you, why don't you give me some guidance?" Tang Tang overcame his shyness and whispered.
"If you don't want to be a guide, I'll just give you some advice."
Now that Tang Tang brought it up, Guan Lang stopped being polite. For a painting learner, compared to the compliments that everyone is willing to hear, only by pointedly pointing out the problem can she truly make progress.
"The overall feeling of the picture is okay, but the relationship between reality and reality is a little weak. Look here, the contrast here is relatively strong in the picture. Your brushwork should be more detailed. As for the trees in the distance here, because it is a distant view,
The brush strokes are weaker than the close-up shots." Guan Lang pointed at the picture and pointed out several problems in the picture. "By the way, did you bring a brush? I'll take care of it for you."
"I brought it with me. It seems to be in the pencil case. I'll look for it." Tang Tang nodded like a small animal.
Guan Lang felt like her own art teacher.
"Senior, here you go."
Tang Tang found out the paper to wipe the pen with and handed it to Guan Lang.
"It's not a big problem. I'll wipe it for you and it'll be fine." Guan Lang took the pen and wiped it for her a few times in the distance.
Guan Lang didn't make too many changes, he mainly focused on raising points and letting Tang Tang make the changes himself.
Tang Tang made some changes based on Guan Lang's advice, and found that although he didn't write much, the impression of the picture was completely different.
Although her painting originally looked complicated and a bit dull, after adjusting the relationship between reality and reality, the central subject of the painting emerged, making it even more eye-catching.
"Thank you, senior." Tang Tang stared at the drawing paper with an expression of joy. She did not expect that such a work was drawn by herself.
"It's okay, I just gave you a few comments. The main thing is that you are smart and spiritual." After the painting was finished, Guan Lang would not hesitate to praise him, and Tang Tang did take his instructions into mind and put them into writing.
Guan Lang walked to the opposite side of Baiyutan, where a group of uncles were fishing.
He had never fished before, but when he was a child, he followed his father Guan and several uncles to catch loaches in ponds and paddy fields in the countryside.
When he was a child, he often returned to the countryside during the Qingming Festival. At that time, the rice fields in the suburbs of Jiangcheng were filled with clear spring water, and loaches loved to hang out in them.
Guan Lang can't remember much about his childhood, but he can still remember the wild fun of catching loaches in the cool field ditches in the mist. Although when he returned home, he couldn't help but be teased by his mud monkey appearance.
Guan Ma is nagging a few words, but touching the loach is really interesting.
At this time, the uncles standing by the pond and sitting on the big blue rocks are probably not locals, but fishermen from other places. They are fully armed and equipped with all kinds of fishing rods, fishing platforms and fishing nets.
Guan Lang walked to them and heard a ding-dong sound in his mind.