When Sun Mo followed Lu Zhiruo to the cabin, he had already heard her explain the whole process and also met the little maid.
"Good morning, Teacher Sun!"
The little maid said hello, her eyes red and swollen from crying, like a pair of big walnuts.
"Teacher, that painting is here!"
Lu Zhiruo pulled Sun Mo to the table.
Sun Mo actually wanted to say, if it was an ordinary painting, I could still copy it, but famous paintings, it really is not something you can paint just because you want to. He just looked at Lu Zhiruo's adoring eyes like a little girl, 'What should I do?
Sun Mo really couldn't say less than three words.
"This is a landscape painting, signed by Wu Yezi!"
Li Ziqi introduced: "Wu Yezi is from Linchuan and has been learning painting since he was a child. It is said that when he was nineteen years old, he stayed up in the snow and splashed ink for seven days to draw the picture of Fengjiang in the winter snow. He became famous with one painting!"
"Still a celebrity?"
Sun Mo frowned slightly, what the heck, this kind of celebrity's paintings must be known to many people, and if they are copied, any small mistakes will be discovered.
"Wu Yezi's famous paintings are very valuable, so I guess this one was just painted and not many people know about it. That's why the prefect of Jinling took the opportunity of the deer tail banquet to show off."
Introduction by Li Ziqi.
"Is there any other way to save her?"
Sun Mo appreciates famous paintings.
This is a picture of wealth and leisure, which belongs to the category of landscape painting.
In the distance are distant mountains, with a thousand-foot waterfall pouring down, and then flowing through a wheat field. In this quiet peach blossom garden, there is a shabby house.
The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the color of the grass is green in the curtains!
No one is seen in the painting, but a pair of shoes can be seen lying in front of the door.
“It’s quite a bit like pretending to be Bo Yi!”
Sun Mo curled his lips. He was also a famous painter now, so after taking a few glances, he understood the meaning of this painting.
This is a high-ranking official who is out of work or retired from work. He built a thatched house in a secluded paradise and lived a pastoral life.
Why do you say he is a senior official?
Because the style of that pair of shoes can be afforded by noble people.
To understand it in modern terms, it means that a rich man with a fortune of billions, or a certain big shot, went to a place like Zhongnan Mountain, built a thatched house, lived alone, and pursued elegance and sentiment.
"It hurts so much!"
Sun Mo pouted.
"Teacher, can you draw it?"
Papaya girl asked.
The little maid sobbed and looked at Sun Mo with her last hope.
"You can copy it, but you definitely won't be able to create the effect of a famous painting."
Sun Mo knows his level. He currently masters two branches of traditional Chinese painting. One is figure painting, which is master level, and the other, landscape painting, is just entry level.
Of course, Sun Mo still has the Time Badge, which can improve his proficiency, but he doesn't have any hope.
"Teacher, don't be humble, her life is in your hands!"
Lu Zhiruo waved her fist, which was more confident than Sun Mo himself.
"Teacher, I have prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Li Ziqi didn't think Sun Mo could succeed, but she had made all the preparations that needed to be done.
"System, use three time badges to improve your landscape painting skills!"
Sun Mo ordered. To be honest, he felt a little distressed, but after seeing the helpless expression of the little maid, he accepted it even if he wanted to use ten time badges.
Ding!
"Congratulations, your proficiency in Chinese painting and landscape painting has been upgraded to master level!"
Congratulations to the system.
Sun Mo picked up the pen, brewed his emotions for a while, and then started to write. His master-level painting skills made Sun Mo feel like he had divine help when he wrote, and he could easily describe what he was thinking in his heart and what he saw in his eyes.
"The teacher is so awesome!"
Lu Zhiruo was excited, watching the picture of wealth and leisure taking shape.
Even the little maid was so nervous that she couldn't breathe and stared at the rice paper.
"The teacher's painting skills are indeed very good!"
Seeing Sun Mo's flawless copying, Li Ziqi also had expectations for him. However, as the painting was halfway completed, her heart gradually sank.
Sure enough, when two-thirds of the way was done, Sun Mo threw away his hair in annoyance, reached out to grab the rice paper, and crumpled it into a ball.
"ah?"
Lu Zhiruo was puzzled: "Why are you rubbing it? I'm pretty good at painting!"
"It has not reached the level of wonderful writing"
Li Ziqi explained.
If you cannot enter this realm, the scrolls will not be colored, so even if the paintings are exactly the same, it will be useless. In this era, the only pigments are ink, so if you want to have all the colors, you can only use "wonderful brushwork".
Next, Sun Mo drew two more drawings, but they were all given up halfway.
Li Ziqi glanced at the sky and his face became serious. Although the teacher painted quickly, it was getting late and the banquet was about to start, so there was not much time left for him.
"Teacher, what are you dissatisfied with about these paintings?"
Papaya girl asked.
"The painting is quite good and the artistic conception is not bad, but it is far from perfect."
It's not that Sun Mo looked down on Wu Yezi, it was just that the radio waves were against him.
This is like the Avengers movie, but some people don’t like to watch it. You can’t say that these people don’t appreciate it well, right?
"Then draw according to the teacher's perfect feeling!"
Lu Zhiruo takes it for granted.
"What are you talking about?"
Ying Baiwu was speechless: "The teacher wants to copy this painting, how can he paint it according to his own ideas?"
The tough-headed girl actually complained a little bit about Papaya Girl, who gave the teacher such impossible trouble.
"Why not?"
Papaya girl blinked her eyes.
Ying Baiwu turned away, too angry to talk to this idiot Lu Zhiruo. Even if she didn't understand painting skills, she still knew that copying copybooks or famous paintings had to be done according to the original author's ideas, otherwise it wouldn't be called copying.
"Zhiruo, the so-called copying..."
Li Ziqi began to teach Lu Zhiruo some common sense.
But Sun Mo's eyes lit up because of Papaya Girl's words, yes, why do I have to stick to that Wu Yezi's artistic conception?
This painting of his actually expresses the noble sentiments of a big man who wants to become an official.
After thinking of this, Sun Mo began to write ink.
Regardless of Wu Yezi's artistic conception, he followed his own ideas, but the overall layout of the picture did not change. In other words, Sun Mo still used the same painting, but the core of the expression had been replaced by his own.
With such a change, Sun Mo instantly grasped the artistic conception.
A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude!
After work, Sun Mo would sometimes have dinner parties and socialize. He really didn't want to go, but he couldn't help himself anymore. He could no longer do whatever he wanted in life.
If the water is not high, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.
In fact, Sun Mo's pursuit is very simple. Just do a job that you like and earn a salary that is enough to support your family.
Why force yourself to follow the crowd? To live like a dog?
Buzz!
The end of Sun Mo's Langhao pen lit up with a layer of fluorescence, and wherever he passed on the rice paper, the ink marks he left behind also began to glow with fluorescence.
Some light spots floated over and converged on the scroll, making this "Picture of Wealth and Leisure" suddenly become more colorful.
The little maid, who was already desperate, bit her right hand when she saw this scene. It hurt, but she still tried harder.
Because she thought it was a dream and she hadn’t woken up yet because the bite didn’t hurt enough!
"It's done! It's done!"
Lu Zhiruo grabbed Li Ziqi's arm and shook it vigorously, with sweat all over her excited face: "I knew the teacher could do anything!"
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Zhiruo +500, respect (24150/100000).
"Is this something humans can do?"
Li Ziqi was dumbfounded.
Compared to an innocent little girl like Papaya, Li Ziqi knew how difficult it was for Sun Mo to achieve this step.
Xiaobao believes that the teacher can draw a famous painting alone, but this is copying.
It's like you took Wang Xizhi's copybook and ended up writing "Preface to the Lanting Collection", which is more beautiful than the original author. Is this possible?
"..."
Ying Baiwu didn't know what expression to make.
Sun Mo held the pen with his right hand and held his sleeve with his left hand to avoid getting the scroll.
This is a humble house, but I am kind to you!
After working overtime every time, Sun Mo wanted to stay quietly in his den, drink ice cream, and play games happily, without the preaching and nagging of his parents and the advice of his girlfriend.
Well!
What are you thinking about?
Wake up, why did you, a single guy, get a girlfriend?
Sun Mo entered a state of selflessness and vented all the emotions and sorrows in his heart.
Why do we have to abide by those conventional rules?
Why can't we live freely and unfettered?
I really want a small nest, even if it is only a few square meters, in which I am the sky, I am the earth, and I dominate my life!
Whoosh!
With the last stroke, Sun Mo drew a green grass that was young but out of reach of the wind. He stopped painting, then took a few steps back and admired it quietly.
The coloring is still going on, because it is a famous painting and it is Sun Mo's wonderful strokes, so some places are still a little different from the original painting.
"Wow, it's done!"
Lu Zhiruo happily jumped on Sun Mo's back: "The teacher is great!"
"This will be seen!"
Sun Mo shook his head.
"Teacher, you are too worried. The governor of Jinling will never think that someone can copy a famous painting, so he will only think that he has remembered the different details incorrectly."
Li Ziqi laughed at herself. Anyway, if it were her, she would never believe it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes: "By the way, sign it, teacher, it's Wu Yezi!"
Sun Mo made up the signature.
"It's done? Is the painting really done?"
The little maid was so happy that her face lost all expression.
"Yes, it's done, you don't have to die!"
Lu Zhiruo comforted.
Li Ziqi began to dismantle the original painting, use scrolls, and frame the new one. Although it might be visible, he still had to work hard.
"I tried my best!"
Sun Mo looked at the little maid, with a smile on his face, and comforted her: "Although it may not be as precious and famous as that of Master Wu Yezi, it is at least a famous painting and cannot be bought on the market."
"Teacher, I think your painting is more beautiful than the one just now!"
When Lu Zhiruo spoke, it wasn't because she loved Wujiwu, but because she really felt that way.
"Yes, in terms of artistic conception, the teacher's painting resonates with me more!"
Li Ziqi’s review.
"Yes, I feel it too!"
The little maid nodded hurriedly. Wu Yezi's famous painting was not a big shot in the court or a high-ranking official, so he would not have such a state of mind. However, Sun Mo's painting was different. After all, he was just an ordinary person in the final analysis.