Enter the Room

Song Jiyun couldn't laugh or cry.

Even if the Fulu gourd vase is a famous calligraphy and painting provided by Tuo's Hong family, it still needs to be slightly adjusted according to the size of the vessel. It cannot deviate from the artistic conception of the original painting. How can it be painted casually?

But Yuan Yunzhong had already turned around and called the boy to help her get paints and palettes, and urged her: "Start early and finish painting early."

Seeing his insistence, Song Jiyun had no choice but to change his mind and told Xiang Hairao to inform the chief manager and chief shopkeeper of the kiln factory to come and discuss matters tomorrow morning.

The hairpin and Xiaoliuzi left together.

Song Jiyun adjusted the colors, spread out a piece of rice paper, sat in front of the desk, and started sketching.

Yuan Yunzhong stood behind her calmly with his hands behind his back.

A thin outline pen creates smooth lines.

In the white porcelain plate, eosinophilia and vermilion are blended into a slightly orange vermilion, while cyanine and garcinia are blended into deep and shallow oil green, scallion green, and emerald green, like a spring forest, layer by layer. Gradient dyeing, green and fresh.

She held a dye pen between her thumb and index finger, and a clear-water pen between her index finger, middle finger and tiger's mouth.

A large area of ​​green is spread on the slightly yellow rice paper.

The oily green ones are the veins, the emerald green ones are the leaves, and the green ones are the leaf tips.

She flipped her middle finger, and the dye pen and clear water pen changed positions.

Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows.

Song Jiuyun painted the colors carefully.

The clear water pen gently smudges the outlined buds, making them appear almost invisible green.

She flipped her middle finger again, and the clear-water pen and dye pen changed positions again.

The light green buds are beginning to be dotted with small vermilion fruits.

Showy and cute.

At first glance, it looks no different from the dogwood fruit in the original painting, but at a second glance, it is a bit more charming and freehand than the original painting.

A trace of surprise flashed across Yuan Yunzhong's expression, and after a while he said: "Did you draw that banana arhat?"

Song Jiuyun, who was fully focused, was startled.

The tip of the pen jumped, and the small fruit painting became crooked.

She thought for a while and drew half an oil-green leaf on the crooked position of the small fruit painting. Then she raised her head and thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about the Arhat picture on the Arhat cup in the elegant room of the kiln?"

Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "Why do you think I painted that banana arhat?"

Yuan Yunzhong hummed and said, "That Arhat is too elegant."

Is it because the banana leaves behind the Arhat are too softly colored?

She had seen the changes in porcelain in later generations and fell in love with pastels. Influenced by the elegance and warmth of pastels, I like to paint flowers, and my painting style is also soft and bright.

Song Jiyun dipped some vermilion paint again, looked up with a smile and asked him, "Is it so obvious?"

At that time, she had just started copying her father's paintings, and her painting style was obviously leaning towards her father's broad-minded and relaxed style.

Yuan Yunyuan lowered his head slightly.

Looking from his angle, Song Jiyun's beautiful eyebrows were like feather tails, carefully converging from the eyebrow arch to the tail, giving her a reserved charm.

His heart skipped a beat.

My breathing became tight.

He couldn't help but stand up straight, took a deep breath, and then said: "It's okay! But since I was a child, I followed my grandfather around and saw many treasures from aristocratic families. Maybe others can't see it, but I can see it at a glance. …”

When the words reached his ears, he realized that his tone was hurried, his words were confusing, and he didn't express what he meant.

He pursed his lips tightly.

Look at Song Jiuyun again.

She didn't seem to notice anything strange about him, and was carefully examining the dogwood picture she drew.

He breathed a sigh of relief before he knew it.

Then he coughed slightly uncomfortably and found his voice: "It's more obvious when you put it together with several other Arhat Cups."

Song Jiyun felt something strange about him.

But she couldn't decide for a moment whether to draw a branch on the top of the dogwood fruit. She was distracted and ignored this sentence.

She simply asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Do you think it is necessary to draw a tree branch here?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at it and said, "There's no need to add any unnecessary fuss."

Song Jiyun still believed in his aesthetics, so he put down his pen and admired it carefully for a while.

It was right not to add those branches.

The whole picture is lively and lively yet playful.

She stood up and asked Yuan Yunzhong: "What do you think?"

Yuan Yunzhong said: "It's too complicated. Make it simpler. Draw fewer leaves and you can paint faster."

Song Jiyun choked on his words and said after a while: "The picture still needs to be beautiful."

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at her, sat in front of the desk, spread a new piece of rice paper, and skillfully replaced the outline pen and dye pen between his fingers, and quickly drew a picture of dogwood.

"Look," he stood up, placed the dogwood picture she drew next to the one he just drew, and said, "Which one is easier?"

Yuan Yunzhong's painting style is obviously different from Song Jiuyun's.

His paintings are more concise and lively.

Under the few branches and leaves, there are clusters of dogwood fruits.

More fruits and less leaves.

It is taken from the dogwood fruit falling next to the Taihu stone in the painting.

He also said: "The dogwoods are painted one by one. A skilled painter can paint hundreds of them in a day."

The perfunctory meaning is palpable.

Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing and said, "How disgusting are you!"

However, there were rare times when he didn't dislike it.

Yuan Yunzhong said nonchalantly: "Who made the Hong family belong to both gourds and dogwoods?"

In addition to the meaning of fortune, the gourd also means the endless supply of melons and the prosperity of descendants. And Cornus officinalis symbolizes good luck, exorcises evil spirits and avoids disasters. All good wishes and wishes.

Song Jiyun said: "Then your choice of picture is better - spring flowers and autumn fruits, and a bumper harvest."

"Oh!" Yuan Yunzhong said with an expressionless face, "A lot of fruitful results, just fruits that have fallen to the ground!"

When he said this, it reminded people that things will turn around when things reach the extreme, and when the moon is full, it will lose.

It can be seen that there are thousands of people and thousands of methods.

Song Jiyun thought it was quite interesting.

She laughed.

The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were raised.

This was the first time Yuan Yunzhong saw her smile like this.

It was as if the sun was shining on her face, so comfortable and bright.

He looked at her without changing his expression, but there was a faint light in his eyes that even he didn't know about.

Song Jiuyun thought that the Hong family was headed by Hong Xi's grandfather, so Yuan Yunzhong's paintings might be more popular with the elderly.

"Okay!" she said, "I'll use your painting later."

Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal, but when Xiao Liuzi brought the bottle of gourds, he drew several bottles of gourds himself, arranged them in a row on the desk, and said to Jiuyun: "Choose the one that suits your eyes. "

He drew a leaf with a brush, and a dogwood fruit with one stroke. Not only did he draw quickly and well, but he also painted almost exactly the same, with no obvious difference.

Song Jiyun hurriedly praised: "They all look good. They all look good to me."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded with a reserved look and said, "Then just pick one."

How can you choose just one?

These are the fruits of his labor.

Song Jiyun leaned over and said, "I'd better choose one carefully!"

She also joked: "How about we keep the one with the best painting?"

Yuan Yunzhong didn't hum.

Just when Song Jiyun thought he objected, he suddenly said "hmm".

The voice was gentle and elegant, and seemed to be a little joyful.

Song Jiuyun raised his head in surprise.

Yuan Yunzhong's dark eyes were calm and his expression was as usual.

If it hasn't been updated at 12 o'clock in the evening, it probably hasn't been written. I'll make up for the updates I owed the day before the next day. Let’s see it the next day^O^

PS: I didn’t have time to proofread this chapter today. The proofreading version will probably have to wait until the afternoon. I will explain it to everyone. Please bear with me.