The other party had been talking to each other for a long time, but Yang Ying still stood there blankly, holding the pen in his hand, motionless, with his head lowered as if he was deep in thought.
"Yang Ying, why haven't you started yet?"
"Yes, there is a time limit. The opponent has already started for a long time. If this continues, she will lose."
"You have to have some confidence in Yingying, she is the goddess in my heart. Come on, goddess, come on, goddess."
The students from the Academy of Fine Arts who were watching began to feel a little uneasy, because the people from the East seemed very confident, and their brush strokes were flowing smoothly, but Yang Ying did not move at all, which made people secretly anxious.
"What to do? There is a time limit." Liang Yuchen glared at Lin Yu and said, "You have already affected her mood. Tell me what to do."
"Don't worry, don't worry." Lin Yu smiled slightly. He stepped forward, picked up the ink stick and slowly rubbed the ink while saying to Yang Ying: "What are you thinking of now?"
"I...my mind is blank, I can't think of anything." Yang Ying shook her head and said.
"Just like the paper in front of you, it is blank, but you need to add color to it with the brush in your hand."
"Remember, truly famous paintings cannot be seen before the eyes of the author. What you need is a kind of detachment, and you have to have an unprecedented imagination."
"Sometimes, it is better to see the scenery than to listen to the scenery. Even if you have never been to the fairyland-like fairyland, you should have a prototype in your heart. You don't need to describe the fairyland. You only need to describe your feelings.
Just draw the prototype of what you imagined."
"Remember, simple things are not necessarily bad. Sometimes, the simpler something is, the higher the artistic conception it represents. Do you understand?"
"I seem to understand something."
Lin Yu's words made Yang Ying feel like her eyes were brightening. She suddenly felt that her mind was suddenly enlightened. Lin Yu's words took her into a whole new realm. This was something she realized when she was painting before, but couldn't participate in it.
A state of transparency.
"Do you need other colors of ink?" Lin Yu asked.
"No need, just black and white." Yang Ying slowly closed her eyes, she took a deep breath, and the outline of a landscape painting slowly formed in her mind.
"Haha, if you really want to teach me, I won't limit your time." Matsushima Yiming couldn't help but sneered when he saw the situation here.
"Thank you, no need." Lin Yu said with a slight smile.
"But our side is almost done with the painting." Matsushima Yiming pointed to his side of the camp.
"Those who paint quickly are not necessarily the best." Lin Yu said: "There is a saying in China that slow work produces careful work. We haven't started here yet. Isn't Mr. Songdao a little too impatient?"
"I'm just worried about you." Matsushima Yiming smiled: "I hope you can finish the painting within the agreed time."
Finally, Yang Ying slowly opened her eyes.
"Have you figured it out?" Lin Yu asked.
"Okay." Yang Ying nodded.
"Are you confident?" Lin Yu asked with a slight smile.
"Have confidence." Yang Ying also smiled slightly. She picked up the pen in her hand and started to draw.
Once a person enters the state, what he does must be the best. Yang Ying's strokes are like lightning, and the brush in his hand moves quickly on the rice paper, like a dragon.
"What is she drawing?"
"I don't know, but she only used one kind of paint. Did she want to paint a black and white painting?"
"You are too trusting. Ichiro's paintings are the best in our school. Even the instructor is far inferior to him. He is especially good at Chinese-style paintings. If the opponent really uses black and white paintings to compare with him, he will never do it.
Winner."
People on the Oriental side seem to be quite confident. They feel that the Chinese side is overconfident. No matter how good the painting is, a painting outlined only in black and white is definitely not as good as a painting with bright colors.
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Time passed minute by minute, and with a stroke of his pen, the serious-looking Hirata Ichiro from Japan completed a painting. At the same time, he took out a small seal from his arms, stamped it on the painting, and stepped aside.
At the same time, Yang Ying also put down the pen in her hand. She hesitated and said, "Teacher Lin, can you write a calligraphy for me?"
"Of course there is no problem, but do our friends from the East agree?" Lin Yu said with a smile.
"Of course, you can write whatever you want." Songdao Yiming nodded.
"What's the question?" Lin Yu picked up a writing brush and asked.
"Teacher Lin can do whatever he wants. I think this painting is the best painting I have done in my life." Yang Ying said with a slight smile.
"Okay, I'll feel free to express myself." Lin Yu nodded and started writing.
The four characters "The Lord is at the Mid-levels of the Mountain" are formed in this black and white ink painting. The characters are closely related to the artistic conception of the painting.
This painting is very good. Although it is just an ordinary ink painting, its state of mind is almost the same as that of some famous paintings. From this painting, the mountains and rivers reflect each other from a distance, which makes people feel a sense of great pride.
Moreover, Lin Yu's handwriting is excellent and perfectly integrated with the painting. The painting has been upgraded several levels because of the words, and the words have also been improved several levels because of the painting. It can be said that the two have improved each other.
"Perfect." Lin Yu put down the pen in his hand and said, "Please comment now."
"Let's get started." As Li Hua finished speaking, both paintings were hung up.
After these two paintings were hung up, almost everyone's eyes were attracted to this ink painting.
"That's right, that's right. Ink painting pays attention to the vividness and vividness of the spirit. It does not stick to the resemblance of the appearance of objects, but emphasizes the expression of the author's subjective taste. And our Chinese paintings pay attention to describing the spirit with form, pursuing a beauty between similarity and dissimilarity.
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"This painting was completely imagined out of thin air, so it uses form to describe spirit to the fullest. Full marks."
A tutor from the Academy of Fine Arts first commented on this water-black painting. After he finished speaking, he looked at Ichiro Hirata's work.
What Ichiro Hirata painted is a picture of a hundred birds. In this picture, all kinds of flying birds are focused together. It is impeccable in terms of painting skills and style.
"The painting skills and style of this painting are quite good, but there is a small problem that needs to be pointed out. That is to say, this student was too rigid in the actual scene when painting, which made the overall style of the painting look a bit...
It's stiff, that's the only drawback."
"You might as well learn from what Teacher Lin and the classmate said just now. Teacher Lin said it right. A good painting is not about being able to draw what you see, but about having a wild and unconstrained imagination.
This can make the painting more vivid."
After the instructor finished speaking, he withdrew, and then people from Dongyang came out to comment.
The Oriental instructor with a mustache compared the two paintings, and then sighed: "What we challenge is the Chinese style painting. The Chinese style pays attention to the charm of pen and ink. The brushwork requires: flat, round, left, heavy, variable. Ink
The method requires that black be divided into seven colors: thick, light, broken, splashed, stained, burnt, and trapped."
"In terms of the style and artistic conception of the painting, we are far inferior to you. In this round, we admit defeat."
"Okay, well done, Senior Sister Yang Ying."
"Goddess, Goddess!"
The originally nervous students immediately cheered. At this moment, Yang Ying's status in their hearts instantly rose to another level.
Especially when the goddess-senpai defeated the Oriental Ronin, the feeling of joy cannot be expressed in words.
One good thing about Japanese people is that they dare to admit their defeat. Ichiro Hirata bowed deeply to Yang Ying and said in blunt Japanese: "I lost this round, but I will not admit defeat like this.
If I have the chance, I will come to China to discuss with you."
Ichiro Hirata walked up to Matsushima Yiming, bowed deeply and said, "Mr. Matsushima, I disappoint you."
Matsushima Yiming patted him on the shoulder: "Ichiro, we are here to exchange and learn. We have too many cultures, all of which originated from China. Although we cannot reach the level of being better than others. But you can do this, which is already very good.
Yes, please work harder."
"Hey, I will definitely not disappoint Mr. Matsushima." Ichiro Hirata bowed deeply and stepped back.
"Next, both parties will demonstrate tea art to everyone. From the Toyo side, Sagawa Maki from Toyo Kyushu Tea House will be on the stage. Ms. Maki will show you the most outstanding tea art in Asia."
"I wonder who you will send to appear?" Songdao Yiming glanced at Li Hua.
Li Hua glanced at Lin Yu reluctantly, because Lin Yu said that he would invite a friend to appear, but until now, Lin Yu's friend has not appeared yet.
"The people on our side are stuck in a traffic jam. How about this? Let's compare words first." Lin Yu rolled up his sleeves.
"Haha, you must have stage fright." Matsushima Yiming laughed.
"Your stuff comes from China. Do you think we will get stage fright?" Lin Yu smiled.
"Then why hasn't anyone shown up so far? This is a competition, not a child's play." Matsushima Yiming held on to this question.
"I just made some extra preparations and kept you waiting for a long time."
As a voice came, a woman wearing a bright red cheongsam slowly walked in. This woman's cheongsam fit perfectly and perfectly outlined the curves of her body. She looked like a fairy descending from the earth.
All the men present opened their eyes wide. They looked at the breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of them in surprise. For a moment, they felt like a dream.
They even doubted whether they were in a dream, because in reality, they had never seen such a classic and beautiful woman.
Tea Fairy, Yi Mingxue.
Yi Mingxue, known as the fairy, always surprises people with the way she appears.
"I'm sorry, in order to show solemnity, I took a long time to prepare. Now, we can start." Yi Mingxue smiled slightly, and her whole body looked very elegant.
"Are you... the tea fairy Yi Mingxue?" Li Hua said in surprise.
