Autumn mist.

The Little He Mountain is hazy, like a girl with a veil. Before the rising sun was pierced, she slept at the quiet and peaceful village. However, a harsh roar broke through the tranquility.

I have been here before, but now I am here, things are still people.

"I'm so stupid. The weather is so foggy this day, and the canvas is wet."

Zhong Yue got out of the car and carried two light easels on his back, "Do you know which photo I like the most?"

"Um?"

Zhong Yue took out a photo hidden in his phone.

"This is..." There are only two backs, and they are old photos, so it is hard to tell who is coming.

Zhong Yue said: "This is the painter Wu Guanzhong who painted at the peak of Huangshan Mountain. His wife held an umbrella for him behind him. Think about it, the wind and rain are lingering, and such a scene is not comparable to the clear sky?"

Gu Qin carried the cloth bag and stepped on the fallen leaves, and said with a smile: "Don't expect me to hold an umbrella for you."

"Ms. Gu is a great painter, how dare you hold an umbrella?"

"Why didn't you see you talking so well before?"

Zhong Yue smiled indifferently and happily joined hands with Gu Qin to go up the mountain to sketch.

Gui Youguang's article "Xiang Jixuan Zhi" ended with writing: "There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it is like a pavilion." If time is measured, then longing will become countable. The love that Zhong Yue yearns for may be Wu Guanzhong, "Going to Huangshan again, his wife traveled with him, staying in the Beihai Hotel for many days. The day before going down the mountain, it rained, and I made sketches, and my wife held an umbrella for me."

Companionship is the longest confession.

Although Zhong Yue is not an old man in his 80s, he can have mature values ​​when he is young. He may be slamming the road and watching movies, not the love he understands, so he took Gu Qin to this hill again.

The mountains were not high and the road was not steep. The two of them passed through the forest and their bodies were already a little wet.

"Last night, my dad called me and said he didn't object to you, he didn't object. You said, how did you convince him?"

"Talk about what happened before a man with a man."

Gu Qin smiled and said, "What you mean is that women cannot know?"

"Um."

"Then you are awesome."

Zhong Yue felt a little nervous. After going back last night, he asked all the veteran drivers for advice. After summarizing it, one of the results was that women praised you for being good, which doesn’t mean you are awesome, maybe you are angry.

The two arrived at an open space, which was where Zhong Yue understood the brushwork of lacquer calligraphy. He supported the easel and said, "So quickly, spring goes, summer goes, summer goes, autumn comes again."

“Is it gorgeous and beautiful?”

"Why do I take you there?"

Gu Qin took out the paint board and stuffed the brush into the mineral water bottle and soaked it slightly. "I still like Huizhou, as quiet as an ancient boat. My achievements can actually be reported to be gorgeous, and Gome can be enough."

"I know you are awesome." Zhong Yue smiled. He liked Gu Qin's straightforward and straightforward personality, with a little barbaric personality. If two people are together, they are so respectful and gentle and humble, how boring should they live?

"You are a calligraphy student and then learn Chinese painting. You are not scolded to death by the professors in the department?"

Zhong Yue took the rat beard and turned his head and smiled, "Why do we compare?"

"Compared to what?"

"It's good at painting."

Gu Qin put the paint board aside, held the pencil and smiled, "You compete with me in painting?" She suddenly remembered the fine landscape painting, and her expression, which was about to laugh out loud, was restrained, "No."

"Scared?"

Gu Qin suddenly thought of an idea, "By, but you can only draw people!"

“…”

Women, really terrible!

Seeing Zhong Yue in trouble, Gu Qin smiled, "Are you scared?"

“…”

"Can you compare?"

Zhong Yue couldn't be cowardly at this time, so he could only say, "Okay, then compare."

"If you lose, agree to the other party with a condition."

“…”

Zhong Yue invisibly dug a huge pit for himself. He really deserves his mouth, so why not mention it?

The figure paintings in Chinese paintings are a major category that is completely different from landscapes, flowers and birds. Although Zhong Yue has mastered many painting skills, they are all aimed at landscapes, flowers and birds, and they are not involved in characters. If he cannot master the techniques in terms of spirituality, then the figure paintings in Chinese paintings will lose their souls.

Chinese painting without souls is even worse than oil paintings.

The mist in the mountains slowly dissipated, and both of them were looking for fun in their paintings.

Zhong Yue’s current painting skills, even if he is fine brushwork, does not have the basic painting skills to draw characters, let alone just the ink splashing technique he has mastered. However, the basic techniques of plain drawing can still outline the outline. When the ancients painted characters, simple brush and ink could achieve the effect of expressing their spirits. However, this simplicity often contains not simple, which is not something that can be understood in a few words.

But Zhong Yue had another way, and he could figure out poetry, calligraphy and painting. Who stipulates that no inscriptions or poems should be written on paintings?

Gu Qin in the painting just drew a contour, and Zhong Yue used ink to render it, and it seemed that he could not see his appearance. Gu Qin's sketches have been basically completed.

"How is it? Is it OK?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Okay."

Although the brush and ink did not outline any makeup, Zhong Yue wrote a line of inscriptions on the side - "The brush and ink are hard to match the makeup of a beautiful woman, and I will never let you down."

Gu Qin looked at the lines of words on the drawing, his eyes flowed, and he looked at Zhong Yue cunningly, "When did you become so shameless?"

"Then what you mean, did I win?"

"You won! You won, okay!" Gu Qin Poyin laughed out loud. She had never thought of winning.

The rising sun is rising, piercing through the mist in the mountains. Zhong Yue lifts his pen and splashes ink. Xu Wei's freehand painting method uses emotion to drive the brush and ink, breaking through the limitations of the object itself, hastily brushing, various ink methods are arbitrarily dotted and dyed, and the brushwork is drastically and the ink is refreshing, which makes it more bold and bold than ordinary freehand flower and bird paintings, so it is known as "freehand painting".

After mastering the basic techniques in the Moyun world, what remains is the free space for Zhong Yue to play.

Combination, conception, creation.

"Little Lotus Clouds"

Zhong Yue's writing style is cheerful and unrestrained, jumping and comfortable, and it is done in one go, driving ink like clouds, and its momentum is imposing. It has been a long time since he has been so refreshing.

Zhong Yue controls the ink and ink, lightness, thickness, sparseness, density, dryness and wetness. The ink method shows both the ink halo that is randomly impregnated, and the thickness and lightness are properly controlled. This is the essence of Xu Wenchang's painting method - opera.

Gu Qin, who was like Wu Guanzhong's wife, did not hold an umbrella for Zhong Yue, but stood quietly aside and watched Zhong Yue paint. Before, Zhong Yue wrote calligraphy, they had no common language, but now they talked more about painting.

"The canvas is only one foot wide, and your clouds are already stretched out a hundred feet wide."

Zhong Yue turned around and said with a smile: "Are you praising me?"

"You are really great."

This time Zhong Yue understood very clearly, it was a real praise...

"Let's go, let's go home."

"Go home? I won't go." A hint of panic suddenly flashed in Gu Qin's eyes. No one in Zhong Yue's family...
Chapter completed!