The reason why everyone is so novel is because most of them know the rules of the Jia family, and they are used to being afraid of their younger brothers.
And in order to reflect the identity of the elder brother, the elder brother will always harshly reprimand the brother with his identity.
This method is the mainstream embodiment of the order of the young and the old in this era.
Don't say it's an elder brother, even Jia Tanchun, doesn't he often grit his teeth and teach Jia Huan a stern lesson But it is rare to see such a gentle teaching in front of him.
And Tanchun, who is familiar with Jia Huan's temperament, didn't expect Jia Huan to listen to Jia Cong's words like this.
Her younger brother really gave her a headache, and she couldn't even listen to the old lady's words in ordinary times.
Therefore, this scene is heartwarming to watch.
They watched it interestingly, but one of them was extremely uncomfortable and impatient.
It is Jia Baoyu.
Not only did Jia Cong teach Jia Huan the picture that made him uncomfortable, but the "bastard words" of "men bleeding without tears" made him even more unhappy.
Shedding tears is such a sunny thing, how can it be compared with such a reckless thing as a man's bloodshed It's just a bastard, vulgar, vulgar He turned sideways and asked Lin Daiyu: "When will we leave, the old lady is afraid that she has woken up." ” Lin Daiyu glanced at him, snorted, and said, "What are you anxious about?"
As he spoke, he took out the piece of painting paper he had picked up before from his sleeve, and he caught a glimpse of Jia Baoyu's anxious face and nervous eyes, lest she go to Jia Cong to speak, Daiyu gently pursed her lips and was secretly happy.
It's just that although she didn't like seeing Jia Baoyu and Shi Xiangyun talking intimately before, she wouldn't do the same thing.
She understood that if she was like this, Jia Baoyu's heart would be like a knife.
In the past two years, although the two have often quarreled and bumped, she will not forget Jia Baoyu's kindness to her.
Speaking of which, she is the real knife-mouthed tofu heart.
After snorting lightly, Lin Daiyu's smart eyes glanced at Baoyu, who was already sweating, turned to Shi Xiangyun and spoke, she whispered: "Yun girl, you go and ask about this painting." ” Although Shi Xiangyun is very arrogant, he is also a person with a splendid heart.
I have long seen the eye contact between Bao Dai and the two, and I have vaguely figured out some fame.
Goodbye Lin Daiyu asked her to go to the pot, and Jia Baoyu on the side also nodded in agreement, funny and angry.
However, she was magnificent by nature, and she didn't care about this, so she glanced at the two of them sarcastically, which made Bao Dai and the others a little red-faced, and then took the drawing paper and stepped forward.
At this time, Jia Cong and Tanchun had already placed Jia Huan so that he would stop crying.
Jia Tanchun was still whispering a lesson to Jia Huan on the side, ordering him to return the golden hairpin to Amber for a while.
Shi Xiangyun approached, smiled, his eyes were bright, and he greeted: "Hello third brother" Jia Cong nodded and said with a smile: "Sister Shi is okay too." ” After Shi Xiangyun smiled, he held the two corners of the drawing paper with both hands, brought it to the front, and said to Jia Cong: "Third brother, is this the painting you painted?"
Jia Cong looked at it, and directly drew on the paper, there were only a few lines, outlining the appearance of a triumphant Jia Huan.
Different from the ink painting of this era, ink painting focuses on freehand and expressiveness, while sketching focuses on resemblance, that is, likeness Very much like that.
On the drawing paper, it is almost a vivid Jia Huan, making a "funny" expression.
I can't see any esoteric meaning, but it's very interesting.
Jia Cong nodded and said with a smile: "I made it with my graffiti." ” After Jia Huan saw his painting on the side, he pouted and said, "It's not a duck painted casually, it's me."
Jia Cong and I can't compare to me in writing a thousand-word essay, and I only drew it for me when I lost. ” Everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, crying and laughing.
This is mostly to coax the child.
But then everyone looked at Jia Cong again, and Jia Tanchun on the side said: "Third brother, this doesn't seem to be painted with a brush."
On the side, Jia Huan replied again: "It was painted by Jia Cong with charcoal strips" Jia Tanchun glared at him fiercely and said, "It's not big or small, the third brother is a few years older than you, and you can call it by name."
Jia Huan was honest when he arrived.
Jia Cong paused slightly, and said: "Because I was bored in the East Road Courtyard earlier, I often used branches to paint on the ground, painting people, trees, flowers, and birds After a long time, I have some experience.
It's just that it's difficult to get into the elegant hall, and it's just a little interesting. ” This is not modest, in today's era of ink and wash painting, it is indeed difficult to enter the orthodox eye of sketches and other lines to paint.
Even though there are white drawings and freehand in Chinese paintings, what can be paid attention to is generalization and expressiveness.
In the eyes of traditional Chinese painting, a painting method like Jia Cong can only be described as superficial.
However, at present, this group of young ladies of the Jia family is not an old-fashioned master.
I have no interest in "eliminating demons" for the art world.
They are accustomed to seeing Chinese ink paintings, and it is not uncommon to see such novel paintings at this moment Even Jia Huan narcissistically carries a "self-portrait" with him, how can those girls who love beauty be exempt from vulgarity It's just that they are not familiar with Jia Cong after all, and Jia Cong has a steady bearing, not good at playing and begging, and the atmosphere is a little embarrassing for a while.
Seeing that they wanted to stop talking and make eye contact with each other, Jia Cong chuckled lightly and said, "It's a big year, although I am old, I don't have anything to give to my sisters.
Why don't you just paint an ugly picture and make a New Year's gift with all the sisters, and show a little bit of your heart. ” Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this, but they were all a little embarrassed, and they thanked each other one after another: "Thank you, third brother." ” Jia Cong stretched out his hand and said, "My own sister, I don't need to go outside." ” After looking at the sky outside, it was still early, and said, "If you are not busy, you can wait for a while, and I will draw a picture with my second sister first." ” When everyone heard this, Jia Baoyu was silent for a long time, and then said: "I'm afraid that there is no kung fu, and the old lady inside is still waiting to wipe the dominoes." ” Jia Cong smiled at him and said, "A cup of tea is enough." ” "It's so fast."
Everyone became more and more surprised, and Jia Baoyu was silent.
Jia Cong didn't say anything more, he found the simple drawing board and charcoal he had made earlier from the corner of the bookcase, and asked Jia Huan to help him get the paper.
After some preparations, Jia Cong said to Jia Yingchun, who was a little shy: "Second sister doesn't need to be nervous, or read, or drink tea, or chat. ” After Jia Yingchun responded a little unnaturally, his eyes didn't know where to look.
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On the side, Shi Xiangyun smiled and took the book to her, but everyone gathered behind Jia Cong.
Then I saw him quickly draw lines on the paper Every medical student, in their first year at university, learns some simple sketching techniques.
Because whether it is systematic anatomy or local anatomy, it needs to be used.
After drawing thousands of blood vessels, muscles, bones, organs, and even dense nerve plexuses, almost every medical student is a master of sketching.
It's not too easy to draw a few portraits of people.
However, in the eyes of the sisters of the Jia family, with the spread of time, a vivid portrait of Jia Yingchun on the painting paper jumped out like that, and the impact it brought to them was unimaginable.
After Jia Cong finished drawing the last stroke, looking at Jia Yingchun, who was a little shy with his eyes hanging on the drawing paper, and almost the real person opposite, the sisters of the Jia family could no longer care about being reserved, and they all exclaimed.
Even Baoyu forgot Jia Cong's "recklessness" and praised it again and again.
Of course, the reason why he is so "generous" is that he found that although Lin Daiyu also likes to paint, he always stands farther away, and his eyes never fall on Jia Cong Only Jia Huan was extremely unhappy, with a gloomy face, as if Jia Cong had given his things to others.
After Jia Cong put away his pen, he smiled at Jia Yingchun, who was becoming more and more uneasy on the other side: "After the painting, the second sister will come and take a look." ” When Jia Yingchun heard this, he was a little afraid, and said: "Brother Cong will paint it well, don't look at it" Before he finished speaking, Shi Xiangyun ran over and took his hand and pulled him over.
When Jia Yingchun, who was blushing, saw himself on the drawing paper, he was stunned for a while.
Looking at yourself on paper is a completely different feeling than what you see in a bronze mirror.
What you see in the bronze mirror is always inadvertent, and you don't pay attention to it.
And the self in the painting seems to be the real self.
Looking at his gentle and touching appearance in the painting, his eyes drooping and shyness in a slight uneasiness, even Jia Yingchun felt that he had seen it It's beautiful.
But when she suddenly came back to her senses, and saw that the sisters were all smiling and smiling at her, and she couldn't stop complimenting, she became more and more shy.
Jia Cong saw that it was not early, so he rolled up the painting paper, gave it to Jia Yingchun, and then said to everyone: "Since the old lady is still waiting for your sisters, I don't want to stay long."
If you like it, you can come to me with Brother Bao when you are free.
They are all their own sisters, so they don't need to go outside. ” Because of the painting, everyone seemed to be much closer to him, and the order of painting was set on the spot, you and I will be tomorrow and she will be the day after tomorrow.
Finally, after thanking each other, Fang left together
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