Although Lin Ruofeng won Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting skills, it was the first time for him to pick up a pen to paint, so during Zhou Baiyue's painting, Lin Ruofeng spent a lot of time to familiarize himself with pen and ink, pigments and paper.
At this time, he was completely familiar with it, and he saw the largest pen in his right hand stirring in the ink bucket, and then he took advantage of the situation, and the ink was like rain.
Although it was indiscriminately embellished, with the wave of Lin Ruofeng's left hand, the drops of ink instantly changed.
Lin Ruofeng held four completely different types of brushes between the five fingers of his left hand, and when the largest brush in his right hand was swayed, his left hand also moved, and the four brushes scrambled to fall to the paper, changing the ink and strokes instantly, from wide to thin, from shallow to deep, and meticulous.
The paint dipped in the four brushes was then smeared, and it gradually became clear, and this hand opened the bow left and right, and took turns to wave the pen and ink to dip the paint, turning decay into magic on the paper, which instantly shocked everyone.
"It's a double purpose!"
Qin Huai was shocked, looking at Lin Ruofeng with incredulous eyes.
"Dual-minded?
What is dual-minded?
Gong Yueru was also deeply shocked by Lin Ruofeng's left and right bows, painting at the same time, the frame with his right hand, the details on his left hand, and the color on his left hand.
Next to Yang Jiancheng said: "I have only seen such a way of painting in books, saying that some painting masters, in order to save time and exercise their ability at the same time, is to practice the left hand and right hand at the same time. ” "How is this possible?"
After Zhou Baiyue heard this, her face showed a look of shock, and she looked at Lin Ruofeng, as if she had seen a ghost and god, full of disbelief.
Even Tang Qi and Gu Bo were stunned, and they couldn't imagine that the guy who had to try his pen before painting could actually reach the highest level of "one heart and two uses" in painting.
"It's impossible, he still has to try to paint!"
Bai Jing shouted on the side, although he didn't know how to paint, he also knew part of it, and at this time, it was a little hard to believe that the seniors actually admired Lin Ruofeng's current method of painting so much.
"Maybe it's his habit of painting, some masters, there are always some strange habits before painting."
Jiang Zhengcang shook his head and said that before he wrote the article, he had to stand at the window for more than an hour and smoke constantly, and then put down the pen, like divine help, in one go, thinking that Lin Ruofeng was similar to himself.
As Jiang Zhengcang said this, Yang Jiancheng, Zhou Hua, Qin Huai and others trembled in their hearts, they obviously knew Jiang Zhengcang's writing habits, could it be that Lin Ruofeng was really such a kind of person?
Just when everyone was amazed, Lin Ruofeng moved the ink.
Suddenly, a mountain appeared in front of him, the mountain is majestic, the stone is steep, the axe is chopping, the brushwork is strong, and the ink is dripping, which makes Qin Huai amazed, with this, it is better than countless Zhou Baiyue.
Subsequently, the peach blossoms on the mountain bloom, like a fairyland, the peach blossoms are scattered, as if the fragrance is floating for ten miles, which is intoxicating.
Under the peach blossom tree, a peach nunnery faintly flashes, dilapidated at any time, but always gives people an inexplicable sense of ease, with peach mountain, peach tree, peach blossom is like a paradise outside the nine days, compared to Zhou Baiyue's painting, it is simply the difference between cloud and mud.
At this time, Lin Ruofeng put down the big pen, the four small pens in his left hand moved, and a scholar in cloth carried a gourd and drank wine, drunk in front of the Tao'an door, the pen and ink flowed smoothly.
Turning the pen vigorously, the lines are undulating, and the work has changed from beautiful to simple.
In an instant, a picture of fairyland appeared in front of me.
Lin Ruofeng put down the pen, and everyone looked at it, the whole painting was indeed rigorous and neat, and the painting skills were extraordinary, but I always felt that something was missing.
"Lin Ruofeng's painting is indeed extraordinary, it can be regarded as a master's work!"
Qin Huai's words surprised everyone again.
Zhou Baiyue stared at the picture stubbornly, wanting to find out the flaws and criticize it, but he couldn't find it no matter how he looked for it.
Qin Huai took a closer look and sighed: "Although the painting skills have reached the realm of masters, but the artistic conception of painting is not, the whole painting gives people the feeling of a moment of fireworks, after seeing it, I can't recall its appearance!"
” Zhou Baiyue was overjoyed when she heard this.
"Master Qin Huai is right, the first feeling of this painting is amazing, and then, there is no more!"
Yang Jiancheng shook his head and said, originally thought that Lin Ruofeng's painting skills must be a masterpiece, but he didn't expect that the artistic conception was so bad.
In this way, no matter how good the painting skills are, it is just a piece of waste paper, just like the painting that Gong Yueru criticized by Lin Ruofeng as a "failure" before, the artistic conception is not right, and no matter how good the painting is, it is in vain.
"Although Lin Ruofeng's artistic conception is not enough, his painting skills are extraordinary, and he can be compared with Zhou Baiyue!"
Qin Huai concluded.
"It's faintly better!"
Everyone nodded, this assessment was pertinent.
However, at this moment, Lin Ruofeng's voice came.
"What do you say?
I'm not done yet!
” Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned to the picture to confirm that the painting had been finished!
"Lin Ruofeng, don't be grandstanding, this painting has already been painted, if you want to add more pen and ink, it will definitely be ruined!"
Zhou Baiyue said angrily.
When Qin Huai and the others heard this, they all nodded, the complete picture, no more, no less, that is just right, if the pen is forcibly changed, if you are not careful, it will be the end of the destruction of the whole painting.
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Gong Yue was in a hurry, and said in her heart, why is this person so hard-mouthed, can Grandpa Qin's comment be fake?
In everyone's expressions, they all saw dissatisfaction, thinking that Lin Ruofeng was a dead duck with a hard mouth.
In this regard, Lin Ruofeng directly ignored it, lifted a cup of tea on Qin Huai's table, gently poured half a cup in his mouth, and then squirted the tea in his mouth onto the painting under the stunned expressions of everyone.
"Ahh "Lin Ruofeng, are you crazy?"
Qin Huai roared angrily, this time he was really angry, Lin Ruofeng was too presumptuous.
"Even if the painting you draw has no artistic conception, it can be honed, and this painting can be used as a reminder!
What do you get by ruining this extraordinary painting?
” Qin Huai hates others for disrespecting painting the most in his life.
However, Lin Ruofeng looked calm, neither angry nor panicked, which made Qin Huai wonder if he was old and confused, and such a person would still be accepted as a disciple.
Just when Qin Huai was disappointed, Yang Jiancheng's voice sounded in his ears.
"Old man Qin, look at it!"
"See what?"
Qin Huai was impatient.
"Look at the paintings!
God, how can this be?
” An exclamation made Qin Huai pay attention, looked at the people around him who were already stunned, and hurriedly shifted his gaze to Lin Ruofeng to the picture.
The picture has already changed, the tea spewing out just right to make up for the shortcomings, the artistic conception of the whole painting instantly reached an amazing point, the picture gives people a sense of ease and boldness, as if in a situation, into the picture, and the person in the painting in the peach garden drinking and forgetting.
Suddenly, Qin Huai's whole person was stunned.