Soul Painter

"Guess, there is another layer under that painting, what is it?" Gao Fan asked.

When Gao Fan arrived in Shanghai, he sat opposite Xin Wei.

On the twenty-eighth day after leaving Pengcheng, Gao Fan finally arrived in Shanghai.

This is a well-known local restaurant.

The location near the window is not easy to book, it has to be done many days in advance.

Gao Fan, who looks like a wandering artist, sat opposite to Xin Wei, who was full of youthful makeup and delicate makeup. When the chat was getting excited, Gao Fan was happy to point fingers, and Xin Wei looked at it with a smile. His affectionate appearance made people come and go outside the window. men are somewhat jealous.

"The second half of Wang Ximeng's life after painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is an unsolved case." Xin Wei said that he both studied painting and had also learned some painting history. Well, I was also captured, and those court painters may not have a good result. They said that he jumped into the painting, which must be beautified. As for the "Hungry Picture of a Thousand Miles of Hungry", it was fabricated by later generations, and it must be fake~ "

"That's right, there is still a layer of painting under the painting, but the painting is still messy!" Gao Fan laughed, "Wang Banxian must have heard of the story of "one painting, nine uncovering", and he is posing here again, waiting to fool the knowledgeable What a shame. "

"One painting and nine exposures" is a slang word in the mounting industry. It refers to a masterpiece of a famous master that can penetrate the back of the paper. It can be exposed nine times without fading the ink, which becomes nine paintings. Tianwang concluded that the three "Pictures of Yansong" are all authentic works, and he used this method to fake them.

But this technique can only be used on the works of painters who are good at freehand brushwork, such as Bada Shanren and Qi Baishi. And the style, can't fall into the next layer of painting. Needless to say, it is white and leaves no marks, but the brushwork is soft and gentle, and it is impossible to leave marks.

"A Thousand Miles of Hungry Death" should be a fine brushwork painting, no matter how you paint it, it is impossible to overpaint it and leave marks, so Wang Banxian's hand is exquisite, it seems stupid, but it is designed to deceive fools.

"Yes~" Xin Wei was amused by Gao Fan.

Suddenly fell silent again.

Her soft eyes lingered on Gao Fan.

Looking at Gao Fan's long hair, and the oil-painted denim jacket, the restaurant waiter almost treated Gao Fan as a bum just now.

Thinking about it this way, it felt like someone had squeezed my heart. It hurt heartily, no, it wasn't pain, but grievance. The person across from me didn't feel wronged, but she felt wronged for him.

She suddenly had a sore nose.

Heat flowed into the eyes.

Gao Fan was researching which dish to bring for takeaway to God, because the restaurant does not allow pets, so he could only wrong God to eat takeaway, when he looked up, he saw Xin Wei staring at him, his eyes flickering, clearly teardrops, Can't help but be surprised.

"Why are you crying?"

"No, it's just that I haven't seen my classmate for a long time. I'm happy." Xin Wei quickly wiped away tears, "Go, I'll take you to get a haircut."

"Haircut?" Gao Fan touched his hair, it's okay... well, it's a little frizzy, but he said, "Wait, let's connect God first."

God?

Xin Wei thought for a while that Gao Fan believed in religion.

But when they got to the parking lot, Xin Wei saw the little black cat on the co-pilot's seat, and immediately laughed.

"You are God~" She teased the little black cat, "Then you have to take good care of Gao Fan."

Waiting for Xin Wei to get into the car, the little black cat gave her a 'meow' like a warning.

"The co-pilot is God's seat." Gao Fan said, "You sit in the back."

Seeing that Xin Wei obediently went to the back seat, the little black cat was so satisfied that he got down on his own seat again.

There's a bunch of stuff in the backseat.

Before Xin opened the car door, several volumes fell out.

"Are these the souvenirs you brought back from your travels?" Xin Wei asked curiously while picking them up.

As a result, all the paper fell on the ground.

drawing paper.

Xin Wei picked up a scroll and unfolded it smoothly.

It is now evening, and the last slant of the setting sun stays on the Huangpu River, reflecting the pale golden sparkle on the river surface, which also shines on the scroll in Xin Wei's hand. This is a sketch, completed with large areas of color and blank space. As for the description of another waterscape, the strange thing is that in this sketch, black is used to describe the light, and white is used to describe the darkness.

At this moment, in this painting, Xin Wei felt the obvious contrast of light and dark and the visual impact. How did the brush strokes in the painting of the sky be so light, how did it express the night, and the lines in the painting of the water surface were so heavy, why did it make her feel bright? , people walking by the water, as well as towers and bridges and other scenery, are all at the junction of half-light and half-darkness, forming a dividing line together, just like dividing dusk and dawn.

A little hard to breathe.

Xin Wei felt that the air in front of him seemed to be thinner.

The beauty displayed in the sketch before her shocked her.

Gao Fan is stronger than before...unbelievably strong...it's only been a few days...

She looked up again, and saw stacks and stacks of sketches piled up on the back seat of the car.

It was just placed randomly, like garbage that couldn't be stuffed into the trash basket.

She unfolded it roll by roll, including landscapes, figures, cities, nature, and everything. Gao Fan described everything he saw on the road into his paintings.

Moreover, each picture has a beauty and magic that Xin Wei cannot comprehend.

She felt that Gao Fan's painting skills had progressed beyond her comprehension. She only knew it was good, but she didn't know where it was good.

It seems that since Gao Fan began to imitate the "Gate of Hell", there has been an incomprehensible gap between him and her in terms of painting skills.

After three years of wasted time, the genius Gao Fan spread his wings and took off without a trace.

"... You have been cultivating this month." Xin Wei was deeply moved.

In the scroll of painting she unfolded in her hand at this moment, there was a girl with the background of the distant mountains and the nearby bustling crowd. The girl was wearing a long white dress, standing alone in the painting.

"She likes you." Xin Wei suddenly felt jealous.

"Maybe." Gao Fan said, "Get in the car."

Xin Wei reluctantly packed a place for himself in the back seat of the SUV, and while showing Gao Fan the way, he unfolded the volumes of sketches and oil paintings for a closer look.

Gao Fan told her that this was painted at the mouth of the Yellow River, this was painted at Mount Tai, and this was painted at the West Lake. Because Gao Fan stayed in each place for a short time, most of his sketches were drawn, and only a few oil paintings were painted. At the end, I just threw it aside, and I couldn't see what it was.

But just sketching already shocked Xin Wei, the more he looked at it, the more silent he became.

"Isn't it the same as before?" Gao Fan said with a smile. This time he participated in the Biennale, and his promotion of the three major categories was another earth-shaking one. Lu Guoying was taken aback, let alone Xin Wei.

Hmm~ Xin Wei hummed a nasal sound, seeming a little weirdly happy.

Good morning everyone~ Hello everyone~ Today is the third watch~