After dinner, everyone sat down again to drink tea and talk.
A lamp is like a bean, reflecting the figures of several people.
In Xichun's eyes, the place that used to be cold now has a bit more fireworks.
Jia Heng raised his eyes and turned to Miaoyu, asking: "Is Miss Miaoyu a native of Suzhou?"
In fact, he was somewhat curious about Miaoyu's background. He came from an official family and both his parents died. How could he end up in the position of leading a cultivator?
But this is obviously a sad thing for others, especially Miaoyu. If he asks rashly, he may be thrown off.
Miaoyu put down the tea cup, the cold expression on her face remained unchanged, and said, "He is from Gusu."
Jia Heng looked at Xichun and chuckled: "I am from the same hometown as your sister Lin. The land south of the Yangtze River is full of beautiful bells and graces, and contains energy and people. Song Qi once said that the southeast is the secret of heaven and earth, gentle and humble, and the northwest is the secret of heaven and earth." The strong side is majestic and solemn, so the emperor's prosperity is always in the northwest, which is the Qian Dao, and the southeast is the Kun Dao."
Miaoyu frowned, glanced at Jia Heng, and vaguely felt that this man was hiding something secret again.
Kun is gentle and honest, and has great virtues. Especially the place where Si people were born is Chang'an, so it corresponds to the southeast...
Then he asked, "Has Uncle Heng been to Gusu and Huaiyang?"
The general idea is that I have never been to the south of the Yangtze River, but I am here to make assumptions about the northwest and the south of the Yangtze River.
Jia Heng shook his head, looked at the nun, and said softly: "I can't get there physically, but my heart yearns for her. I can see the appearance and temperament of the wonderful jade girl. I can see the scenery and people in the south of the Yangtze River. She is graceful, bright, and very graceful."
At the end of the sentence, his expression paused.
Without him, the idiom would be ruined for future generations too much.
Miaoyu condensed her slender eyebrows, her crystal clear eyes flashed, and it was hard for her to take any chances anymore.
After Gain was given a Tai Chi beating by the boy across from him, he exchanged courteous words of compliments and greetings, but he had complicated thoughts that he could not express.
It can't be the case. I just like your aggressive and sharp-tongued look. Could you please restore it?
But Jia Heng clearly doesn't want to be at war with Miaoyu all the time.
At this time, Xichun explained in a clear voice: "Master Miaoyu, our family originally lived in Jinling, our ancestral home, but Brother Heng and I both grew up in Chang'an. We have never been to Jinling before."
Jia Heng turned to look at Xichun, who had a faint smile on his face, smiled, and asked: "Does my sister want to go to Jinling to see it?"
Xichun's bright eyes flashed brightly, but then they turned pale.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Next year, if we are not busy, we will buy a boat to return home to worship our ancestors and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiangning along the way. At that time, if my sister is interested, she can draw pictures of the scenic spots and beautiful scenery she saw along the way. On top of it.”
Xichun's cold little face couldn't help but reveal a look of yearning. The scene of boating south and sightseeing in the mountains and rivers seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Her clear eyes were full of energy, and her crisp voice already had a bit of softness: "Brother Heng, I've been there lately. You have to learn to draw well."
Jia Heng looked at the cold-hearted and arrogant little Lolita, who looked like a porcelain doll. Her sudden smile restored the innocence of a girl of this age, and she was a little happy.
"I haven't asked my sister yet, how about those female painting teachers?"
Previously, Jia Heng helped Xichun hire several painters. Some were good at painting pavilions, some were good at painting plants and flowers, and some were good at portraits. In the end, Xichun kept them all.
"The masters are all very good. I used to study and explore by myself. Now that I have a master, my painting skills have improved a lot." Xichun said crisply, and then her voice dropped a few degrees: "That painting of plum blossoms in the snow I have completed the picture."
Jia Heng was surprised and said with a smile: "Really? Let me take a look."
Xichun nodded in response, then turned to look at Ru Hua who was standing aside, and said: "Ru Hua, go to the study and get that painting."
Not long after, Ru Hua came over with a painted picture.
Jia Heng took the scroll and took a closer look.
Sure enough, there are many more scenery and scenery than what we saw last time. The wasp-waisted stone bridge spans the creek, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, the rugged bluestones are covered with white snow, and under the fragrant attic, the thin plum blossoms are blooming. Clusters of red or white flowers.
Looking at the characters again, they are even more colorful and colorful, as if winter is passing and spring is returning.
Miaoyu was sitting quietly in the room, holding a tea cup in her hand, listening to the conversation between the brother and sister, and she couldn't get a word in for a while. At this time, she saw Jia Heng picking up the pictures to look at them, and she was also a little curious.
It's just that Miaoyu has always been reserved and dignified, and it's not easy for her to imitate a little girl's look.
Although Miaoyu and Xichun talked about Buddhism these past few days, she didn't know about the paintings Xichun had made.
In other words, Xichun did not show it to Miaoyu.
Jia Heng glanced at the faces of Daiyu, Baochai, Xiangyun, Yingchun, and Tanchun in the painting one by one. His eyes fell on the little girl on his left and asked: "Is this my sister?"
He remembered that day, and it was indeed not Xichun beside him.
But then I thought about it, as a painter, Xichun, it is human nature to make some adjustments.
Even if it is a certain oil painting that describes the grand scene of the founding of the People's Republic of China, with the evolution of different historical periods, the number of people added or reduced, and the positions changed, are all very different.
Seeing the young man staring down at the girl in the painting with a thoughtful look on his face, Xichun's heart beat faster, her white cheeks were slightly hot, and she said, "It's me."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "She is delicate and timid, but she is very expressive, but her expression is vague, and it does not look like her in detail."
Chinese painting emphasizes freehand expression rather than realism. Even Wu Daozi, who is good at describing the expressions of characters, rarely pursues a one-to-one reproduction. This is due to different aesthetic concepts.
Focus on meaning and blank space.
He does know a little bit about character sketching, which is used to outline the appearance of criminals on border guard duty. I wonder if he can give Xichun some inspiration.
In fact, the biggest characteristic of modern people is that they live in the era of information explosion. Because of the convenience of access to resources, they know a little bit about everything but are not proficient in anything.
Thinking of this, he looked at Xichun and said warmly: "If you are painting a portrait, you can paint it more like him, depicting his facial features and appearance. Seeing the painting is like meeting him face to face."
Hearing this, Xichun was shocked. She looked at Jia Heng in surprise and asked, "Brother Heng can also draw?"
Jia Heng shook his head and said: "I only know a little bit about portrait painting, and the techniques may be somewhat different from those learned by my sister."
Xichun's eyes sparkled and she couldn't help but ask: "New technique? Brother Heng, can you draw a picture for me to see?"
After all, he is obsessed with painting. Hearing Jia Heng's words makes him happy.
Jia Heng chuckled, shook his head, and said, "I can't do ink painting. You need charcoal and pencil to do it. My sister shouldn't have such pens in her study."
The term pencil has been known since ancient times. Li Zhouhan, a literary minister in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, made the following comment on "People store oil, and families carry pencils" in the "Five Ministers' Notes on Zhaoming Wenxuan": "Oil means silk, and lead means chalk."
King Luo Bin's poem "Guarding the border city for a long time has Huai Jingyi" says: "If you hold a lead, you will be ashamed to advance, but if you write, you will go forward."
As for charcoal, it has already appeared in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and charcoal painting has been popular among the people for a long time.
Xichun said: "I do not have such a pen in my house, but if it is a charcoal pen, I can replace it with ashes from a stick left on the fire in the kitchen."
Jia Heng: "..."
This Xichun is really a child, and with this genuine energy, if he was just flaunting himself just now, wouldn't it make people look embarrassed?
Jia Heng thought for a while and said, "Then let Ru Hua go to the kitchen and get it."
Xichun thought for a moment and said softly: "Wang Mian, a famous painter in the Yuan Dynasty, used wooden sticks to paint lotus flowers on the sand. Brother Heng now uses burning sticks to draw portraits. It is also an elegant thing."
Jia Heng said: "I dare not compare myself to the ancients."
Opposite her, Miaoyu silently watched the brother and sister draw with charcoal. There was something mysterious and mysterious about that cold jade face with a noble expression.
She knew everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she didn't know if Mr. Heng, a former military general, had become arty.
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup and looked at Miaoyu, whose eyes were cold and disapproving.
Miaoyu's aloofness is certainly well-founded. The talents of such a wealthy lady from an official family are unparalleled by those of later generations.
Not long after, Jia Heng came into the painting holding several charcoal sticks of different lengths. He nodded and said, "Get another pile of paper."
He hadn't for a long time, so he prepared some extra paper to prevent his handiwork from being scrapped.
Xichun's other maid, Caiping, took the paper from the study, handed it over, and put it on the table.
When entering the painting, hold up the candlestick and light it up.
Jia Heng piled them into a pile and spread them out on the table. He held the wooden sticks in his hands. He pondered for a moment and raised his eyes to look at Xichun and Miaoyu. Under the eyes of the big and small pairs, they were either curious and expectant, or cold and indifferent. , looked at it for a while, then began to outline the lines and concentrate on painting.
The paper is very thin and can be easily punctured, so the pressure needs to be light, while the charcoal ash is difficult to apply, so it is best to apply it in one go.
Jia Heng thought for a while and finally drew Miaoyu first.
This is because their clothes are simple, their headdresses are few, and their lines are not too complicated or dense.
With a gentle rustling sound, black lines fell on the white paper.
As time passed, a nun wearing a wonderful crown on her head, with a cold face and a graceful figure gradually appeared.
With just a few strokes, the eyebrows, eyes, and facial features are lifelike and lifelike.
Miaoyu's face was cold, her eyes were fixed on the picture, her heart gradually filled with a bit of embarrassment, and the joints of the beads she held in her hands turned slightly white.
How could this man draw her on paper?
There are many words in the painting that are well understood, so every detail is shown, and the expression is as if...
However, when I saw the figure with a pure face, my heart couldn't help but feel stunned, but my eyes seemed to be unable to pull away. How could it be so similar?
As for Xichun, he was also watching with rapt attention and murmured: "Compared with ordinary portrait paintings, the technique is indeed unique."
At this moment, Jia Heng also stopped the last stroke and said indifferently: "As for whether it is a simple resemblance, it is too late to even think about the sea fishing documents with the shadows and figures of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division."
Miaoyu: "..."
This...is it human language?
He couldn't help but look at the young man with a pair of cold and beautiful eyes.
Jia Heng was unaware. He looked at Xichun, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't care about realism. It's more about technique than Tao. Sister Xichun can refer to it."
In fact, he was a layman in painting theory, so he simply sketched characters.
It is said that noble ladies in Western palaces like to be their own models for painters to paint. Then, they are probably like photography and photo enthusiasts in later generations...
At this moment, Xichun suppressed the joy that surged in her heart, her clear eyes flickered, and she said faintly: "This method of painting is like a mirror."
In fact, since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there has been a stream of "real comparison" theory, and Wang Duo in the Yuan Dynasty also had a "secret of portraiture". However, the deep-rooted aesthetic concept of traditional Chinese painting that emphasizes freehand brushwork rather than reality determines that compared with Western figure sketches, real comparison is more important. Sexually, there are many things that are not as good as each other.
"Brother Heng, give this painting... as a gift to me." Xichun suddenly said.
On the other side, Miaoyu's thin lips moved and she swallowed the second half of her words.
Looking at Xichun who clearly wanted it desperately but looked cold and arrogant, Jia Heng smiled and said, "I will give it to you after I finish painting your figure. I have just found the feeling for this one, and my technique is still a bit raw. It’s actually not very good, just throw it away.”
Miaoyu: "???"
Throw it away?
The willow eyebrows were raised, her jade face was covered with clear frost, and her clear eyes looked coldly at the young man who was as if nothing had happened, and an unknown fire of karma could not help but surge up in his heart.
Xichun glanced at Miaoyu and said, "Brother Heng, it would be a pity to throw away Cheng. Brother Heng, give it to me as well. I'll keep it for comparison and polishing techniques."
When it comes to painting skills, Xichun is obviously much more lively.
Jia Heng thought for a while, glanced at Miaoyu, and said, "That's okay. The skills have matured from being raw, and are getting better."
While Jia Heng was talking, he picked up the sketch of the characters he had drawn, put it aside, and spread out another piece of rice paper.
He raised his eyes and looked at Xichun. At this moment, the little girl was sitting on the side. There was a faint smile on her pretty, cold face. Her smile quickly disappeared due to being looked at, and her eyes were slightly lowered.
Jia Heng pondered for a while, then picked up a charcoal stick and drew lines on the rice paper. After a while, he saw the outline of a tsundere little loli outlined, and then the facial features and the dimples on the cheeks.
Then, the lines of the clothes were slightly complicated, outlined bit by bit.
Xichun, on the other hand, looked at the lines on the drawing paper unwaveringly, with her own unique expression, as if looking into a mirror.
Just as a sweet smile appeared on her cheeks.
Xichun knitted her delicate eyebrows and her heart moved slightly. She looked at the young man aside and subconsciously pouted her pink lips. Her baby-fat cheeks were white and bright red under the candlelight.
This painting shows her smiling face...
He told her to smile more...
Jia Heng finished sketching the main lines of the clothes, then put down the wooden stick in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay."
At this time, Ru Hua came over with tea and said: "Master, have some tea."
Jia Heng took the tea cup and finished tasting the tea. For a moment, his hands felt a little tired.
Xichun was already holding the drawing paper and looking at the little girl on it, as if she couldn't put it down, but her nose was a little sour, and there was also a glimmer of radiance in her eyes.
Is this her?
The painting looks so similar...
Facial features, eyebrows, nose, lips...
Miaoyu's expression on the side paused slightly, and she was also a little moved.
Not because of the painting, but because of Xichun's reaction.
After staying in the Jia family for a few days, no one understood the inner loneliness and confusion of this awkward fourth lady better than she did.
I thought...
At least she has an older brother, so he is not a brother, but he is caring and considerate.
At this moment, Jia Heng put down the tea cup and chuckled: "With my sister's talent, after seeing the key, I think she will be even more skilled."
If he wasn't worried that Xichun was becoming more and more autistic, he wouldn't have put in all this effort.
In fact, children with autism really like drawing and building blocks.
Xichun's current thoughts of escaping from the sky are already starting to show signs.
Especially after Jia Zhen died unexpectedly and he was taken back to Dongfu, his family support with Xifu became even weaker.
He needs to find emotional support for him as much as possible.
Xichun turned her clear eyes to look at the young man. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Sister Tanchun had said to her back then, "Among us, Brother Heng still loves you the most."
The frosty look on Xichun's little face did not diminish, and her voice was like melting ice and snow, almost trembling: "Thank you Heng... Brother, I will study it carefully these days."
At the end of the sentence, I felt a little ashamed.
Brother Heng is closer than Brother Heng.
"Yes." Jia Heng looked as if nothing had happened. He looked up at the sky and saw that it was already the beginning of the Haichu period. He smiled and said, "Sister, it's getting late. I should go back. My sister should also rest early." Bar."
It certainly took a lot of time to paint.
Xichun said hurriedly: "Then I will send Brother Heng off."
Once the title is changed, the psychological baggage is thrown away, and it becomes more natural.
Jia Heng smiled and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's cold outside. There's no need to send my sister off. I can just go back by myself."
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I recommend a friend's book "I Created the Immortal Dynasty". I remember that I also wrote a book about the Immortal Dynasty before, "The Harem Era".
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