Soul Painter

Although Gao Fan declared that he wanted to compete.

But Feng Yuan didn't think Gao Fan had any chance of winning.

Not to mention that Feng Yuan has already spent a year facing "Red Mansion Fragments", using a penance-style method to improve his fine brushwork skills to a level that he could not have imagined a year ago.

Just talking about Gao Fan's level, Feng Yuan knows something about it. Although he is a famous master, he is in the oil painting department, and his talent is not fake, but he can only be at the entry level for fine brushwork. How could he win against himself? Woolen cloth?

Unless you find another way...

Sure enough, Gao Fan did not draw on the rice paper laid out on the table in this scene.

Instead, he took out a piece of hard paper, spread it on the table, faced the "Remnant Scroll of the Red Chamber", and began to draw the characters in the Red Chamber with a charcoal pen in his hand. Speaking of sketching, Feng Yuan was amazed by Gao Fan's skills. Seeing a few simple strokes, a character on a fragment of the scroll has been vividly imprinted on the paper.

Hey, this is cheating!

Feng Yuan's eyes widened, and he agreed on fine brushwork, so what's the matter with your sketching skills?

However, before Feng Yuan could say anything.

Snapped!

There was a crisp applause in the study.

Feng Yuan watched a dark red slap mark appear on Gao Fan's face.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Fan muttered to himself: "Sure enough..."

...

When Xin Wei knocked on the door of Feng Yuan's house.

Standing at the door was Feng Baobao.

Look at Feng Baobao's slim figure of 170 cm and those long legs.

Xin Wei was a little upset immediately.

In fact, she had already noticed that Gao Fan especially liked to look at girls' legs and waists. He said that it was because the lines were beautiful and could be used in paintings, but it was also true that Xin Wei 160 was relatively short.

The two girls exchanged glances cautiously, like two proud swans looking at each other, one of them thought, I am tall and tall, and the other thought, I am beautiful.

However, the sense of competition in the subconscious will not be expressed in words and actions. Feng Baobao knows that Xin Wei is looking for Gao Fan, so he takes Xin Wei to the guest room on the second floor, where Gao Fan is holding a brush and muttering something to the drawing board. When Xin Wei looked at him, he was startled, because there was a slap mark on his face.

It's still a girl's palm print, because that hand is relatively petite.

"Who hit you!" Xin Wei's tone immediately rose, and the image of Feng Baobao who looked at the energetic Feng Baobao with a high ponytail appeared in his mind. If he fought with her, Gao Fan would definitely be beaten, but...why did he suffer? What about beating? What did Gao Fan do? Xin Wei fell into doubt again.

"It's hard to explain." Gao Fan thought for a while, how should I put it, he said that he was beaten by a command spell because he cheated in painting, not to mention that Xin Feifei couldn't understand, this kind of thing is a bit too embarrassing .

"Do me a favor." Gao Fan said again.

Um? Xin Wei looked at the draft that Gao Fan was gesturing, and knew that he was creating, but why was it at Feng Yuan's house? Besides, is that rice paper in his hand?

"Help me buy some carbon sticks, the softest ones, from Devlon or Neo, the kind that can draw lines on rice paper." Gao Fan held up the rice paper in his hand.

"Are you studying how to use carbon strips to draw sketches on rice paper?" Xin Wei was surprised, what kind of pioneering experiment is this, and is there any significance?

"That's right, I want to use carbon strips on the sketch paper to create the feeling of fine brushwork." Gao Fan said, "Pencils and charcoal pens are too hard, and the drawing doesn't look like it, so I can't hide it from people."

"Why?" Xin Wei still didn't understand.

"It's fun." Gao Fan didn't tell the truth, "Mr. Feng and I are in a competition to see who can draw the characters in the Red Chamber in one go, but the rule is to use fine brushwork, but there is no rule about what kind of brush to use. Charcoal pens can also be used. Painting meticulously~"

"Will it be very slow?" Xin Wei entered the professional discussion session, "Remember, some students in the class tried to draw sketches on rice paper, the tall one named Zhao Jian, but the drawing was very slow, after all Rice paper is relatively soft, and no matter how soft the carbon strip is, it is harder than rice paper. If you are looking for speed, you might as well just use toner..."

Pencils, charcoal pens, and carbon strips are all tools for sketching. It’s hard to say which one is good and which is bad. It’s just that they have different habits. Pencils are thin so the strokes are accurate, and carbon strips are rough so they have advantages in shading. Gaofan uses several types together. Otherwise, when I was in Boston, I would not be able to sketch a portrait in five minutes on average.

"That's right~" Gao Fan was awakened by Xin Wei's words.

Toner Govan never used.

So I can't remember it either.

But someone in Timmy has played with this.

It is better to say it is the domestic cultural heritage than the oil painting technique.

Some people even verified that toner painting has a history of 5,000 years in China, but it sounds strange, because this kind of statement means that the painting method of toner painting is very primitive—it is indeed very primitive, that is, to apply charcoal powder by hand , Putting it on stones, trees, and faces, probably the primitive people of every nation have done this kind of thing.

For example, after a hard day's hunting, the group brought back a mammoth baby elephant from the wilderness, and the women in the group skinned and grilled it. After eating and drinking, the priests began to rub the extinguished branches with their hands, and stained their hands with Carbon ash, began to record today's day on the cave wall: eat like a bird, chat for half a night, draw a picture, etc.

In comparison, when primitive people discovered dyes and then applied colors to paintings, it was all technological progress later.

So now that Xin Wei mentioned toner, Gao Fan immediately realized that this move should work.

Xin Wei was urged by Gao Fan to buy toner. This thing is called carbon powder. It is really hard to buy in stationery stores. Xin Wei went to several stores to buy it. When he came back, it was already evening. Handed it over to Gao Fan, seeing that he was preparing dinner, Xin Wei realized that he should not stay here for a long time, after all, it was someone else's house, and after she bid farewell politely, he realized that it was Gao Fan who said goodbye to her, and at this moment, Gao Fan The door of Feng Yuan's house has been closed inside the door.

Facing the door, she froze for a while.

It's like asking yourself: who am I, why am I here, and what am I going to do next.

Obviously it was entrusted by Lawrence, and it was also out of my own will. Come to see what Gao Fan is doing, why is it more confused now?

Moreover, why Gao Fan regards this as his own home, so familiar with it!

Xin Wei bit her lip, she was not as thick-skinned as Gao Fan, who could directly come up with the idea of ​​staying at Feng Yuan's house, so she could only leave sullenly, thinking of some excuse to come over next time.

After Gao Fan closed the door, Mrs. Feng greeted him, "Why don't you leave Xiao Xin for dinner?"

"It's not convenient." Gao Fan said, not because of anything else, but because there is a command spell in this family. If possible, Gao Fan would also like to persuade Mrs. Feng and Baobao Feng to leave. He sat at the table and said to the two : "Auntie, baby, why don't you go out to avoid it too, something might happen to my husband recently."

something wrong? What's up? Mrs. Feng and Baobao Feng looked at each other with worried expressions.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Gao Fan's title of "World Oil Painting Master", they would have suspected that Gao Fan had some intentions, but the two mothers and daughters secretly checked the news and knew that Gao Fan, that is, Feng Yuan, had only taught for a few days The price of his "Cheap Apprentice" in the international market can exceed 10 million US dollars, and the most recent "Bostonian" sold for more than 35 million US dollars.

What is that concept?

What else can he covet?

Therefore, Gao Fan's words at this moment actually made them start to worry.

Fourth update~ Finished today, see you tomorrow