Golden Fishing Village

Yan Wenzi is very good at this. He has a skill, which is to mix colors with one hand and paint with the other hand. Putting both hands together is like an assembly line.

After adding color, Yan Wenzi nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Get out of the way."

Ao Muyang went to the side, and he carefully moved out the newspaper that was originally placed under the fish body and above the foam, so that the whole fish was placed on the table.

Looking at the big fish with more vivid colors, Yan Wenzi stretched out his hand solemnly and said: "Xuan paper."

Ao Muyang felt like a eunuch. He rolled his eyes helplessly and took out a piece of Xuan paper and handed it to him.

After Yan Wenzi got the Xuan paper, he took a deep breath, held his breath and covered the fish with the Xuan paper, then pressed his hands on it like massaging the fish's bones, and pressed down with even hand force.

This is a skill. The strength of his palm and fingers is different, and finally the fish body and the Xuan paper fit together perfectly.

He stretched out his hand again and said, "A small palm brush."

This time, Lao Ao was at a loss, and he asked, "What is it?"

Yan Wenzi emphasized, "A small palm brush."

Yan Xiaotu took out a brush from the pen holder with his intact hand and handed it to him. He took it in his hand and knocked on the rice paper like a monk knocking a wooden fish.

This process was very delicate and lasted for more than 40 minutes. Ao Muyang had no interest in watching it and gradually began to yawn.

He felt that this was a bit rude, so he looked at Ao Mupeng, who was lying on the chair and had fallen asleep...

Yan Wenzi was an artist, but he was not the kind of person who was particularly obsessed with art. He knew that his work was very boring to others, so he deliberately tilted his head to explain: "This is a necessary stage. Using this small brush to knock can make the rice paper and the fish body fit more closely, so that the paint on the fish body can be printed on the rice paper as it is..."

He didn't finish his words, and he felt that he didn't need to say anything. There were three people in total. Heilong was sleeping on the table, Ao Mupeng was sleeping on the chair, and Ao Muyang seemed to be half asleep.

Yan Wenzi smiled and concentrated on his own operation. After knocking, he cut off the fins on the fish belly, painted them with color, and printed them on the corresponding position on the rubbing.

After finishing these tasks, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, almost done."

Ao Muyang opened his eyes in a trance and asked, "Ah, is it over?"

The rice paper was spread flat on a table next to him. On it was the image of a sea bass, slightly bumpy and with distinct colors. It was already dawn. The morning sun jumped out of the ground. Under the light, the rice paper was blown by the wind, and the fish on it seemed to shake its head and tail and come alive.

Seeing this, Ao Muyang took a breath of cold air: "Ah, this is really realistic."

Yan Wenzi said happily: "Not yet, I have to deal with it again."

Ao Muyang's face turned pale: "Is it not over yet?"

Yan Wenzi said: "Look, is there anything missing?"

Ao Muyang took a rough look. The fish head was there and the fins were complete. There was nothing missing from this fish except parasites.

Yan Xiaotu smiled and said: "The finishing touch."

Ao Muyang patted his forehead suddenly. He didn't notice that this sea bass actually had no eyeballs.

Yan Wenzi changed the brush and used it to draw the eye of the perch bit by bit.

At this point, the fish rubbing painting was completely completed.

Ao Muyang looked at the time. It had been more than two hours since they started working.

The perch on the rice paper was lifelike in color, the scales and fins were clearly visible, and the fish eyes were particularly vivid. It was indeed a fine work of art.

Yan Wenzi raised the rice paper to admire it, with a proud expression on his face.

Ao Mupeng was still sleeping soundly. Ao Muyang kicked him, and then he jumped up trembling and asked: "Chief of Staff, where did you hit?"

"What?" Ao Muyang asked.

Ao Mupeng reacted, rubbed his eyes and smiled, "Nothing, nothing."

Yan Xiaotu couldn't help laughing and teased, "Brother Peng, did you dream of fighting?"

Ao Mupeng said awkwardly, "Ahem, indeed, I accidentally fell asleep and dreamed of fighting the Japanese."

Ao Muyang said, "Don't fight the Japanese for now, come and appreciate Master Yan's masterpiece."

The two of them came over and praised him, and Ao Muyang said, "It's both real and fake."

Ao Mupeng said, "It seems to be alive."

Ao Muyang said again, "I don't hear the sound of waves, but I see fish swimming in the water."

Ao Mupeng said again, "Fuck, it's really awesome."

Listening to the two people's boasting, Yan Wenzi smiled with relief and said, "Not bad, this fish is good, and this is the first one, the second one and the last one are not good enough."

Ao Mupeng asked blankly, "What do you mean by the first one, the second one, and the last one?"

Yan Xiaotu answered with a smile, "Generally speaking, a fish can only be made into three fish rubbings, which are called the first one, the second one, and the last one."

Yan Wenzi nodded and continued to appreciate the painting. Ao Muyang said, "Teacher Yan, let's look at it later. It's dawn now. You should be hungry after working all night. How about we have breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry. I'll eat later." Yan Wenzi started to look at it again.

Ao Muyang muttered in his heart that this artist is narcissistic enough.

As a result, after Yan Wenzi looked at it for a while, he solemnly picked up the brush and wrote some words on it. His brush calligraphy was also extraordinary, and it was written with dragons and phoenixes dancing. Ao Muyang didn't recognize what he wrote.

After writing, Yan Wenzi handed him the rice paper and said, "Mr. Ao, thank you for your help this time. I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts, so I'll give you this work. I hope you don't mind it."

Ao Muyang was surprised and said, "Give it to me? No, no, no, that won't work. A gentleman doesn't take away what others like. This is a masterpiece that you, Mr. Yan, have worked hard to create. You should take it back for the audience to appreciate. How can you give it to me?"

Yan Wenzi smiled and said, "Don't be polite, Mr. Ao, please accept it. If it weren't for your help tonight, how could I have the opportunity to create?"

Yan Xiaotu also helped and persuaded, "Mr. Ao, please accept it. My father can still make the second and last paintings. Please accept it quickly and let him continue to create."

At this point, Ao Muyang had to accept it. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's really inappropriate for me to accept it. You said that I am a fisherman, how can I appreciate it? Giving this work to me, isn't it a pearl thrown into the dark?"

Yan Wenzi said: "You can say this, which means my gift is worth it. Besides, this fish rubbing painting was created because there was no ruler to measure the length of the fish. It was originally a signboard for fishing shops, and later it gradually became an artistic expression. Since ancient times, fish rubbing paintings are not highbrow, they are common people, so it is most appropriate to give it to you."

This is a nice thing to say. Ao Muyang clasped his fists and said: "Then I won't be polite. Thank you Teacher Yan for the painting."

Ao Mupeng secretly pulled him and whispered: "Isn't he a little insulting? What did he say just now? He said this is a commoner?"

Ao Muyang sighed: "Go back and read more books. No matter what era, you have to be cultured."

Ao Mupeng laughed: "You are talking nonsense. It was not the case during the Buzz Buzz period."

Ao Muyang also laughed and said: "The iron ship is under construction at the seaside, and there is still a need for a nagging person there. I think you are a good hand. How about you go over there?"