Enter the Room

Song Jiyun was stunned, but his thoughts were racing.

The crowning ceremony for the second son of the Hong family is in mid-September.

Less than half a month ago.

A maximum of two kilns can be fired.

But the purpose of her coming is to repay the Hong family's kindness for sending mud. As long as there is room for change, she will do her best. I certainly won’t reject it right away.

"It's rare that Mr. Hong likes it." She thought carefully, "I wonder if Mr. Hong has a ready-made pattern? Or would you like us to help design a new one? What kind of utensils should be burned? How many pieces? When will you need it at the latest?"

After hearing this, Hong Xi ordered the boy beside him to go to his study and bring over a painting on the desk.

"September is the time when dogwood trees are planted everywhere. My grandfather wanted to use the dogwood trees as a pattern to burn a batch of Fu Lu gourds." He turned to Song Jiyun and said, "It just so happened that our family had a collection of "September Nine Climbing High Picture". I wanted to Take a picture from it. Can you see it?"

Song Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "As long as you have ready-made patterns! Do you want to burn blue and white or glaze?"

Hong Xi said distressedly: "It stands to reason that the blue and white should be burned. The blue and white only need to be burned once, which is easier. But according to my grandfather's wishes, the crowning ceremony should be lively and lively, and it is better to burn the glaze. But this burnt requires burning the upper color. Well, color is the key... I can't decide what to burn for a moment? Miss Song is an expert, please help me come up with an idea."

The color of the overglaze fired at this time is not correct, which is indeed a problem.

Song Jiuyun was thinking about whether it was possible to burn the dogwood into vitriol red, while the branches and leaves were still made of blue and white.

But it takes time.

She hesitated: "Let's decide on the pattern and the size of the utensil first!"

Hong Xi nodded.

The boy brought the picture scroll over.

Hong Xi said to Song Jiyun, "Miss Song, come with me."

Pushing open the door of the flower hall, there is an elegant room inside.

Surrounded by waist-high bookshelves, in the middle is a large bookcase holding the four treasures of the study.

The canopy of trees covers the roof, and the room is filled with rich green.

Song Jiuyun went happily.

Hong Xi stood in front of the calligraphy desk and opened the scroll himself: "It is a calligraphy and painting by Li Gonglin of the previous dynasty. Look at the stone foot of the rockery, and my grandfather wanted to cut the dogwood from the foot of the stone to make a pattern."

Song Jiyun lowered his head and watched carefully: "He painted four or five clumps of dogwood. Wouldn't it be a bit much if they were all used on the Fulu gourd vase? When drawing patterns on gourd vases, one clump is usually drawn diagonally, or only three or three are used. Five red fruits, draw a full vase.”

Hong Xi thought: "If you draw a bunch of them diagonally, how do you cut them off? If you draw three or five red fruits, how do you draw them?"

When doing business, customers should come first, not to mention that the Hong family once provided help in times of need.

Song Jiyun looked around at the paper and pen.

Hong Xi quickly helped her lay out rice paper, handed her a pen, and opened the painting box to start sharpening ink for her.

Song Jiyun laid out rice paper, quickly copied one of the dogwood clusters, and then copied the cluster of dogwood fruits in the upper right corner.

"If you want to draw a bunch diagonally, use this bunch." She pointed it out to Hong Xi. "If you want to draw a full vase, use this bunch of fruits and draw nine, twelve, or sixteen on the Fulu gourd vase." No wait.”

Hong Xi had been staring at her intently since she started painting. Before she had finished painting one of the dogwood bushes, she had already begun to praise her. When she finished the painting and pointed it out to him, he couldn't help but move closer and said: " Miss Song is worthy of being the head of the Song Kiln Factory. If nothing else, with her hand-made strokes, the lines are bright, simple, delicate and neat, I'm afraid there won't be anyone in Jingdezhen who can compare with you."

"Where!" Song Jiyun said humbly, but after being praised by Hong Xi all the way, even though he understood that they were socializing, he was still very happy, "I just practice makes perfect."

She raised her head and smiled at Hong Xi.

Those eyebrows are like blooming summer flowers, bright and bright, instantly lighting up the somewhat green elegant room.

Hong Xi was stunned, and the poem "The red calyx is brightly decorated, and the fire is burning" suddenly appeared in his heart.

His eyes became intense.

Sitting in the flower hall, Yuan Yunzhong only felt dazzling.

In front of the red paint desk, Song Jiyun and Hong Xi stood side by side.

The midday sun shone through the branches and leaves on their bodies, as if they were sprinkled with countless gold foils. Song Jiyun looked at Hong Xi's beautiful and bright face, and Hong Xi, who was slightly leaning forward to chat with Song Jiyun, had blood flowing from his eyes like the scorching sun. , an unstoppable warm smile.

As beautiful as a gouache painting with rich colors.

Even the atmosphere around them became quiet and peaceful.

Yuan Yunzhong's pupils shrank slightly, he raised his chin, stood up slowly, and opened the window of the flower hall.

There was a soft "click" sound, and the heat wave rushed in with the fragrance of flowers and trees, spreading in the cool flower hall.

Song Jiyun and Hong Xi couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

Yuan Yunzhong stood upright in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the brilliantly blooming flowers and trees in the courtyard.

Feeling the gazes of the two people, he turned around, leaned against the window, and looked back at them blankly, as if "something happened."

At the end, the jade trees are facing the wind, and they are majestic and majestic, as if the wind is shining brightly and the moon is shining brightly.

Hong Xi felt unhappy and secretly frowned.

Song Jiyun couldn't help but touch his forehead.

How could she forget this ancestor!

Although he won't let go of her when it's critical, he's not a good-tempered person either.

He kindly accompanied her to Hong's house, but she only focused on talking to Hong Xi and pushed him aside. It was strange that he would wait quietly beside her!

Song Jiyun thought for a while, then simply smiled and took the drawing he had just drawn and walked out from behind the desk with a smile, saying, "I drew two drawings. Can you help us see which one is more suitable?"

She had seen his paintings with her own eyes, and his level was much higher than hers.

She still trusted his taste.

Yuan Yunzhong's eyes were cold and he looked at her intently for a few breaths before his eyelids slightly drooped and his eyes fell on the rice paper in her hand.

Just a few strokes, but the rich outline of the dogwood is vividly drawn.

He raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "Not bad."

Song Jiyun couldn't help but smile a little, and said, "Which one do you think is better? I'm a little undecided too."

Yuan Yunzhong rested his right hand on the window, and did not look at the drawing again, but said in a casual tone: "Time is too tight, just draw a bunch diagonally!"

Song Jiyun was slightly stunned.

Needless to say, he reminded her.

It also takes time for an artist to paint.

Fulu gourd vases are usually 1 foot tall. It takes much more time to paint a full vase than just a single clump of flowers.

She had overlooked this detail before.

What Yuan Yunzhong said made sense, but the way he said it was too easy to cause ambiguity.

However, both the flower hall and the elegant room were so quiet that you could hear the needle drop. Hong Xi must have heard it.

She didn't want Hong Xi to have any misunderstandings.

After all, she was the one who offered both options.

"Time is a little tight, but if we work together, we can always find a way." Song Jiyun said, and asked Hong Xi: "Who were invited to watch my brother's crowning ceremony?"

Sisters, the date for the investment book has come again. I will update this chapter first. If I catch the bug tomorrow, I will first replace the content of Chapter 94 with this chapter, and then replace this chapter with the new chapter.