Xie Fu said with a smile: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, painting is also a kind of learning. Why is it that after learning to read and write, painting becomes a game?"
Chen Qinglan sneered and said: "Knowledge? You are just making a name for yourself to gain favor, but you are not teaching sincerely." Chen Qinglan's words were sharp and merciless, and in her opinion, this was indeed the case.
Fu Xie was not angry and said with a smile: "Perhaps my method of teaching is difficult for Mr. Chen to discern, but Brother Yi has entrusted me with it. How dare I play child's play."
When Xie Fu mentioned Yi Hang, Chen Qinglan didn't buy it. In her opinion, Yi Hang was cynical and not much better. This temperament was regarded as elegant in a brothel, but it could be used for teaching and educating people, but it was inappropriate. "According to me,
It seems that you two are the same."
Xie Fu laughed loudly, "It sounds like Mr. Chen is worried that the children will lose their morale by playing with things, but I think Mr. Chen is worrying too much. Take me as an example. I have liked painting since I was a child, and I don't necessarily have lost my knowledge now.
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Chen Qinglan said contemptuously: "You can also be used as a role model?"
Xie Fu smiled again: "That's true."
Chen Qinglan said: "If they want to learn painting, why do they need you to teach them? I don't know how." It was obvious that he looked down on Xie Fu.
It is true that the father-in-law is right and the mother-in-law is right. Chen Qinglan said directly: "You and I don't want to argue anymore. We can only judge right and wrong by comparing ourselves with others."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "It's not good."
Chen Qinglan chuckled and said, "Why, are you afraid?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
Chen Qinglan's face showed arrogance, "You tell me, it's better than anything else." If she can't even defeat the person in front of her, how can she be the one who knows everything about Qin Lou.
Xie Fuqian gave in and said, "This suggestion was made by Mr. Chen, so it is up to Mr. Chen to make the decision." He didn't want to argue with Chen Qinglan about his academic level, but he didn't want those children to be disappointed.
Chen Qinglan no longer shied away, "What we are arguing about today is this painting, so let's compare it to painting."
Xie Fu responded readily: "Okay."
Chen Qinglan glanced at Fu Xie and asked, "Since you dare to teach others how to paint, your painting skills must not be weak, right?"
Is this a test? Xie Fu responded with a smile: "It's just so-so."
Chen Qinglan was not testing, but was a little arrogant and gave in. "If you are not good at painting, we can compete with others, such as playing chess, calligraphy and painting, reciting poetry and composing, it is your choice."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "There's no need to choose. Everything else is just so-so. It's better than painting."
At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew, and Chen Qinglan's robe with a slit on one side swayed, revealing a gleaming piece of snow-white skin. She was actually wearing a pair of knee-length silk stockings.
What a pair of long legs, if placed in front of the couch, you can hang clothes.
What a pair of knee-length silk silk snow socks. The woman's legs are originally moist and snow-white. The snow socks stick to the skin as if they were melted with water. The fleshy charm is faintly visible through the socks, creating a silky and enchanting hazy beauty.
This sudden combination of divine light is truly stunning and intoxicating.
The light from her stockings leaked out, and Chen Qinglan was not shy. She just bent down slightly and calmly pushed down the fluttering hem of her robe.
Xie Fu directly praised: "What a pair of silk silk snow socks." Ingenious makeup and beauty has always been one of the topics of the brothel. At the same time, Xie Fu is also concerned about whether [Xuandanzhai]'s ready-made clothing products have become popular in the market.
In Chen Qinglan's ears, these words sounded like strong sexism. She sneered and said, "If you like it, if you can beat me in a while, I will give you this pair of snow socks."
This is the custom in the brothel. If you can surpass the brothel lady in talent, you can get something from the brothel lady.
Xie Fu didn't react for a moment and was stunned for a moment: "That's not necessary."
The two moved to the school. The children saw the two gentlemen coming in. They didn't know if they had discussed it and what decision they had made. They felt a little nervous.
Xie Fu explained with a smile: "Mr. Chen and I plan to compete in painting. If I win, we can continue to practice painting in the future. If Mr. Chen wins, we will do as Mr. Chen tells us." He looked at Chen Qinglan.
, Chen Qinglan nodded lightly.
The school has pens, inks and inkstones, but she came today without any paper. Xie Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, if you don't mind, how about using this paper?"
Chen Qinglan looked at the stack of paper and frowned. The paper was too small. It was not easy to make a complete painting on a small piece of paper. This required more than doubling the scenery, which was even more challenging.
The artist’s fine brushstrokes,
Moreover, the paper has obviously been folded, the surface of the paper is uneven, and the writing style is easily broken.
Chen Qinglan still nodded. It didn't matter how harsh the conditions were. She didn't regard Mr. Xie as her real opponent. If anyone could be brought in at random, he could surpass her in painting. She, Qin Lou, knew it and didn't need to be a rival.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, please choose one."
Chen Qinglan said calmly: "Whatever."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, it's better to pick one yourself."
Chen Qinglan didn't do ink, so she walked closer and raised her hand to pick up the top piece of paper. When she saw that this piece of paper was still patched, her hand stopped. She felt that it was a bit too much. It didn't matter if it had been folded.
Still patched.
Chen Qinglan planned to choose a good one. After selecting all the dozen or so pictures, none of them was complete. Was he trying to cheat? He asked, "Isn't there a good one?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Sorry, it's the same."
Chen Qinglan was surprised when he heard this, and suddenly understood the puzzling question yesterday. It was not that he did it deliberately, but that he used these methods to reuse waste paper. He lowered his head and looked at the patched area on the paper.
This kind of intention actually made her feel a little inferior...
"Mr. Chen, have you made your selection?"
Xie Fu's voice interrupted Chen Qinglan's thoughts. Chen Qinglan came back to her senses and chose one at random. Let me see if you are really serious, or if you are just pretending to be mysterious and trying to please others.
Xie Fu also chose one at random. There was no need to pick at all. None of these papers was good.
Two students gave up the table for the two gentlemen to spread paper and draw. Chen Qinglan was already ready, "Mr. Xie, please give me the question."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "My wife comes first."
The word "Mother" made Chen Qinglan feel harsh, and she only felt a bit slighted. She was obviously wearing a man's Confucian robe, but he didn't call her "Sir", but called her "Mother", and sneered: "Mr. Xie is trying to make me lose."
."You probably don't know who I am, and you think I'm easy to bully because I'm a woman. It's a pity that you made a mistake today.
Chen Qinglan and Chen Dou are well-known and can scare away many people, but they cannot scare away Xie Fu. Xie Fu smiled and said: "I don't dare."
Chen Qinglan said coldly: "Stop whining." As he said this, he saw the autumn rain falling outside the window, and said: "It happened to rain, so I used rain as the theme."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "It's time to meet the occasion."
Chen Qinglan didn't intend to have any more verbal entanglements with him, so she severely frustrated him in the painting and let him know how much she weighed.
Chen Qinglan is not in a hurry to start writing. When painting, you must first conceive. Painting on site is not an easy task, and there are also subject matter restrictions. A good poem requires inspiration from God, and a good painting even more so.
There are many people with superb painting skills in this world, but painting fight scenes rarely happen, because painting on the spot is not as simple as dancing and writing.
In addition to having superb painting skills, you also need to be quick and creative to create a painting in a very short time, without looking back and making no mistakes.
How many masters have painted the same painting before they can paint a painting that satisfies them.
Another person is afraid that he will not perform well in a while, and he cherishes his reputation.
Only true masters dare to fight on the spot and produce wonderful paintings, but such a scene is too rare to come across.
Chen Qinglan didn't know how strong her opponent was, and the opponent might just see it as a fun move, but she herself completed the painting with a fighting attitude.
Stretch out your delicate hand and touch the bonding joints on the paper. The texture of the tentacles at the bonding areas is hard, which means that these areas do not absorb ink and need to be left blank, which greatly increases the difficulty of painting.
She had already conceived the scene, but this situation disrupted her plan and she needed to re-conceive the scene.
Before Chen Qinglan started writing, his forehead was already sweating. He looked sideways towards Xie Fu and saw that he had already started writing. A dozen children were surrounding him. While he was drawing, he was explaining the painting techniques to these children.
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Sure enough, Chen Qinglan regarded this as a child's play. She felt very disrespectful to herself. No matter what, she painted first and then concentrated on the composition. Finally, a lightbulb flashed in her mind, and she had it!
Chen Qinglan picked up the pen, and the pen moved like flying, the ink dripped down, and she suddenly didn't realize that time had passed.
Finally, after finishing a painting of green mountains and misty rain, Chen Qinglan was sweating profusely. She felt a little weak and sighed, but her eyes looked at her work with excitement.
I actually completed a picture of green mountains and smoke and rain on such a paper, which was unexpected and felt like it was forced.
The green hills lie hazy with mist, the autumn rain brings sorrow, fallen leaves, and solitary swans. It is a panoramic view. The composition is majestic and the connotation is profound. If this painting appeared in the Qin Tower, it would definitely attract the applause of the literati.
Chen Qinglan looked towards Xie Fu and saw that Xie Fu was still painting. He waited patiently and did not come close to disturb him. In fact, there were more than a dozen children around him, so there was no need to disturb him at all.
Some children noticed that Chen Qinglan had finished the painting and whispered: "Sir, Mr. Chen has finished the painting." After hearing this tone, they seemed to be afraid that Xie Fu would lose.
Chen Qinglan felt a little unhappy, but she didn't care about these children. She secretly said in her heart, "In the future, you will know that Mr. is doing it for your own good."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine soon."
Chen Qinglan looked curiously after hearing this, and saw him rolling up his sleeves. His posture seemed to be about to fight. The ink dots were as dense as silk, and he could actually paint Qiu Yu in one breath.
Chen Qinglan listened to the ink falling silently, and felt something was wrong. She was also a person with superb painting skills, how could she not know the mystery behind it.
When she painted the autumn rain just now, the ink fell like stone and was a little heavy. Halfway through the painting, the ink was exhausted because of the thickness, so she needed to dip it in ink again. Every time she stopped and dipped, the raindrops were inconsistent, and the artistic conception was inconsistent.
changed.
You can't tell it at first glance, but if you look closely, you can still see the clues, no matter what...
