Lu Zian did not want to comfort Uncle Tang, but because he was really amazed at the completion of this work.

It is hard to imagine that such a work was made of hammered like iron.

The surface of the stone body is undulating and swaying, and the patterns are like flowing clouds and water, with great changes and a sense of vicissitudes.

But this jade stone is a leaky stone. The stone body is exquisite and porous, and the left and right are connected with each other, giving people a sense of eccentricity and bony style.

Lu Zi'an blew, reached out and gently explored it. The iron tree was deeply rooted in the stone hole, as if it was integrated into one.

It seems that the branches that grow from the stone body are entrenched very naturally, with paths to follow at the roots, accessible everywhere, and changing internally.

It not only gives people a visual beauty, but also makes people feel curious. I wish I could break it apart and study it carefully.

Starting from the word "女" alone, this is already a very successful work.

Not to mention that there are blooming cold plums on that branch.

The petals are light and thin, and they are obviously iron, but they are as thin as if they are a little transparent.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a flower was actually made by relying on the rough hammer, one by one.

"This... isn't you pierced..." Zou Kai touched the stamen in the middle of the flower and said in surprise: "I just saw it and thought it was inserted into it for fixing. It turned out to be a stamen?"

The stamens as thin as needles seem to be weak, but they are hard to use. After many temperings, even if they are plucked hard, there is no sign of breaking.

"This is very solid, you can hang things." Uncle Tang smiled honestly.

The iron trunk is slanted, the branches are vigorous and powerful, and the flowers are half-dead, but there is still a fighting spirit, as if it is arousing people's memories of them being proud of frost and snow in winter.

Without the limitation of the drawing board, Uncle Tang, who is used to stretching branches out of the picture, has brought his skills to the extreme in this work.

However, this is not enough.

In Uncle Tang's slightly nervous eyes, Lu Zian smiled and said, "Uncle Tang, will I recommend a lacquer to you?"

"Yes." Uncle Tang took the towel, wiped his face whole, and grinned, "What brand?"

"No brand." Lu Zian had already prepared, and Zou Kai handed over two small oil barrels: "I made it myself...the paint."

Uncle Tang, who had reached out and was about to take over to help him lift his hand, froze and his hand stopped in the air: "...Master Lu, your paint must be very good, but... I am allergic to raw paint."

Unexpectedly, this would happen. Lu Zi settled down and nodded: "Okay, then I'll do it."

After many days, Lu Zi'an picked up the paint again.

At this time, he no longer had the caution he used to be, and he was free and easy to stroke.

He did not make any modifications to iron, and retained the original characteristics of iron painting.

The iron tree is all black, and even the plum blossoms are covered with black paint.

Uncle Tang didn't dare to stand too close, but he couldn't bear to leave, so he could only look at him from afar, with his eyes stunning.

The difference between raw paint and cooked paint is not obvious to laymen, but the insider can tell their respective characteristics at a glance.

Cooked paint usually undergoes sun and dehydration, and has very little moisture content. Although the adhesion to metal is improved due to dehydration, the color is not as smooth as that of raw paint.

The paint applied by Lu Zi'an seemed to be flowing from top to bottom.

It is flowing, it is free.

Like a drop of water running towards the sea, extremely cheerful, without a trace of sluggishness.

However, Lu Zian's accurate grasp of the dosage made the paint finally consumed when it was about to fall to the bottom of the stone body, and lie softly on the iron tree, forming a shallow mark at the bottom.

Because it started to apply from the top, when Lu Zi'an applied the entire iron tree, the paint on the petals had dried up.

Lu Zi'an gently used a soft brush to test the humidity. The surface of some thicker paint on the petals has dried, but there is still flowing paint inside.

With a gentle force, the paint underneath is ready to move, as if it is about to gush out from it at any time.

That's right.

He opened another can of paint, changed into a small, slender brush, and dripped it a little bit of white paint at a time, gently placing it on each petal.

Frost is versus snow.

That crystal clear feeling can only be presented by such petals that contrast under pure black.

Uncle Tang could no longer help, and walked over with his nose covering his nose, staring at him intently.

He never realized that iron paintings could have such a beautiful combination of softness and masculinity.

There is never a lack of beauty in the world, but eyes to discover beauty.

He has been dealing with Tiehua for decades, but he only works hard and never thought of this...

Lu Zi'an's eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and he changed his brush and slowly lit white paint on the stamens to describe it.

After drawing, he gently put down his pen and stood with his hands behind his back.

The stone body and iron painting have unified color tones but each has its own emphasis. The white vein is more like a slender stream, flowing quietly.

Why is it solidified? Why is there no sound of water heard?

He winds up along the rugged rocks, his eyes stopping on the slender but proudly standing branches.

In such a severe winter, the water flow was naturally frozen.

Although I was still sweating, when I saw this work, it seemed that there was a chill all over my body.

The plum blossoms are not frozen in the eaves. The cold and lonely artistic conception is fully displayed in this tree of plums.

Iron paintings are the main body, but they will not bury the twists and turns of the stone body at all.

Although the stone body is very varied, it is willing to serve as a foil for iron paintings.

They coordinate with each other, conceal each other, and give the rewards a soul shock.

Tang Yuan was completely stupid, looked at it with his eyes straight and murmured: "So, Tiehua can do this?"

This is exactly what Uncle Tang said. His heart was filled with exclamation marks: "Yes... So, Tiehua can still do this..."

"In fact, this is just a form of iron painting." Lu Zian reached out to grab a piece of fiery red iron with his pliers and admired it carefully: "Iron is actually very interesting and seems indestructible. In fact, as long as you master the method, it can also become soft around your fingers. Such a hard substance, no matter how elegant it is, it still retains its strong characteristics."

The works created in this way can often attract all the attention in the past.

It is gentle, but strong, it is fragile, but strong.

You think it has smoothed its edges, but if you try to tame it without mastering the method, it can not only turn into a blade to cut you, but it can also turn into a hammer to kill you.

Lu Zi'an gently put the iron into the pool, and with a "scream", the iron changed from fiery red to a cold original color.

"This work, this work...Master Lu..." Uncle Tang looked at Lu Zi'an excitedly.

"This work cannot be given to you." Lu Zian looked at him apologetically: "I can send someone a truck of stones, try to pick strange and strange stones, and also give you more room to create."

Uncle Tang nodded repeatedly and said he would pay, but he was reluctant to leave the finished product: "Then this one..."

"But in this work, its stone body was trimmed by me, and it was not natural enough. The reason I collaborated with you to create this work is to allow you to feel the complete fusion of iron paintings and stone bodies more intuitively." Lu Zian explained calmly: "The first level of stone appreciation is emotional communication, the second level is spiritual sustenance, and the third level is cultural attachment, and the most important thing for stone appreciation is nature."

That's right... Uncle Tang looked confused when he heard it.

"What makes Lingbi Stone the most obsessed is that it is the medium for people to enter another world." Lu Zian gently touched the stone body of this work with a gentle expression: "It has finally been presented to you after billions of years of evolution. Its emotions and spirit as a rock are beyond similar rocks. It is already a very rare work of art. When it is integrated with iron paintings, its cultural addition will reach its maximum display."

"So that's how it is..." Uncle Tang thought.

"Yes, you must take your eyes off this work to have more energy to bet on the next one and the next one."

It is not necessary to focus on the present moment. You must look to the future, make continuous progress and improve continuously.

Uncle Tang thought about it carefully and suddenly realized: "Thank you Master Lu for your advice. I understand. So what is the name of this work?"

With a slight pause, Lu Zian pondered: "It's better to call me... "Follow the Snow in the Mountains."

When the door is opened in the morning, the snow is covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

The plum blossoms are frozen without dripping from the eaves, and the clear and lonely ones are not easy.

This name is just right. Even if you just listen to it, it will remind you of the cold mountains and the bone-broken cold wind blowing towards you after the snow.

Zou Kai was already crazy. He stood up for a while, suddenly pulled over the notebook and typed quickly.

His fingers flew over, as if they were dancing lightly like a butterfly, and he felt like he was fluttering.

This is his first video after training, and the entire process was created independently by him.

After confirming the cooperation matters with Uncle Tang, Lu Zian glanced at Zou Kai's fully engaged state and did not disturb him. He walked aside and took out his notebook.

I first processed some ordinary emails, which were sent to him by the company and he needed to pass the purpose.

Then there were all kinds of invitation letters, he refused all the cocktail party, and refused all the social engagements. After filtering this, the email address was quickly empty.

While I was reading it, I suddenly received a new email, which turned out to be an anonymous inquiry letter.

But Lu Zian couldn't understand it. What does this black material mean? Why did it involve him?

With these questions in mind, Lu Zian opened Weibo.

The first popular one is about him: #囧vs framed #小时国国# Make a small investigation. At present, everyone's views are divided into two factions. Some people support Lu Zi'an without brains, and some people think he is a sinister hypocrite. Let's vote to see the results.

Alas? Lu Zian raised his eyebrows, and was quite interested, so he clicked on it and took a look.

Unexpectedly, the voting result was completely one-sided.

The option that supports Lu Zi'an is a red line that is almost full, and the number behind has exceeded the seven-digit number.

And the other option below is less than a thousand people who are alone.

Lu Zi'an was also very moved, and then he ordered the second item and submitted it in a bad mood.
Chapter completed!