Su Qingluan spread his hands: "There is nothing special about these two pens."
This does not mean that she is modest. In fact, in this era, whether it is a "hard pen" similar to the pen of the previous life, or a "pencil" similar to the pen made of charcoal graphite, they are not particularly rare things.
However, these brushes, other than brushes, were considered by the mainstream, especially the scholar-bureaucrats or other dignitaries, as "unfashionable" objects. They were the second best substitutes only if they had no money to buy brushes.
All in all, this thing cannot be regarded as a rarity, but rather a "cheap product".
After hearing Su Qingluan's words, Mu Xingzhi did not feel angry or disappointed. Instead, he smiled and stared at her with an expression of "I know you haven't finished what you said, please go on."
Su Qingluan didn't talk nonsense: "There is a truth that is worth hearing a hundred times. Seeing it once is worse than hearing it a hundred times. How about I actually use it, so that you can clearly see its magical effect."
So Su Qingluan asked for paper and a ruler to use as a fixed paper. Although she felt a little awkward without an easel, after all, it was just a small test, and it was not a particularly difficult painting. It only took half an hour, and she didn't even need to make special drafts or make frequent changes.
...Otherwise she would have to study how to make eraser.
Su Qingluan scanned the front hall for a week, and finally focused on the tea set close at hand.
Because of Mu Xingzhi's anonymity, the tea set itself only uses the simplest white porcelain. The pattern on it is very simple. It is a set of four tea cups with the words "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" written on it, and the corresponding pattern is outlined with a few simple strokes of ink. .
Even if Su Qingluan didn't know much about traditional Chinese painting, he could tell that the brushstrokes were very rough - after all, it would be impossible to have so many hooks and thorns at any level. At first glance, it seemed that the brush tip was not closed or the brush was bifurcated.
The tea statue in the middle also simply read "Four Friends of Suihan", but half of these four words written vertically were blocked from Su Qingluan's perspective.
These four teacups and a teapot, plus a bamboo tray, were placed on a somewhat faded wooden table. They happened to be a static and realistic sketch. Su Qingluan turned his stool over for easier observation, and turned the short table in front of him After adjusting the position, I started painting.
Talking about this sketch, it was the same as calligraphy at the beginning. It was learned by the master in the previous life to let her temper her temper and exercise the stability of her hands.
Su Qingluan studied for six or seven years from elementary school to the second grade of junior high school. Later, after the high school entrance examination, her studies became more and more demanding, and as her cooking skills became more and more advanced, the master asked her to gradually work as a assistant to the chef during the winter and summer vacations after graduating from junior high school, so her time was not so leisurely.
From that time on, Su Qingluan put aside both sketching and calligraphy.
However, every semester, Su Qingluan would pick up these two eyes for ten and a half days - because these two are considered "specialty projects", which can win honors for the class and herself, and win scholarships or awards from "art festival competitions".
Because of this, Su Qingluan did not completely abandon these "specialties" even in college.
Later, she fell ill and stayed in bed all year round. Su Qingluan lost many opportunities for outdoor activities. Instead, sketching and calligraphy became her good pastimes to pass the time.
Therefore, even if Su Qingluan has not written a pen for more than a year, including the time since he was seriously ill and unable to write and time travel, he will not feel tired at all now. After all, the foundation he has built over the years is still there.
What's more, Su Qingluan feels that at least in the three-acre area of Huaxi Village, she should be the only one who knows the skill of "sketching". Even if her painting skills are slightly inferior, as long as she is thick-skinned enough, no one will be able to notice it. !
He was thinking about random things in his mind, but Su Qingluan's hands were very steady. In a blink of an eye, he found the simple spatial perspective relationship and finished the draft.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi also saw that what she was drawing was the tea set on the table. He deliberately put down the tea cup in his hand and placed it exactly where it should be - without even changing the direction. He stood up and gave way to his seat. .
Su Qingluan laughed when he saw this and said, "You don't have to be so cautious, just go and pour tea and drink tea."
Although this group is a "still life", even if there are slight changes, it will not affect the completion of the final product - otherwise, those painters who paint full-length portraits of real people require the models to remain motionless for two or three hours?
Mu Xingzhi put down the tea cup and stopped pretending to be "bad at it". He immediately walked up behind Su Qingluan and watched her write and draw according to a set of tea sets - and then he saw A "Ghost Drawing Talisman".
Indeed, this perspective relationship has just been found. Generally speaking, if you don’t have any sketching foundation, you really can’t see much of it.
However, Mu Xingzhi is not an ordinary person. According to the famous masters who taught him since childhood, he is also very proficient in the six arts of a gentleman, even such pleasant things as music, chess, wine and painting.
Therefore, he could tell at a glance that although the tea set on Su Qingluan's paper was just a vague outline, the position between them was very accurate!
Originally, Mu Xingzhi wanted to not disturb Su Qingluan and go find a book to pass the time while she was painting. But after seeing the trick like this, he turned back from his original intention to leave and stood directly behind Su Qingluan with his hands behind his back, watching with interest how she continued.
"..." Mu Xingzhi had been sitting in a wheelchair before. Su Qingluan didn't have a particularly intuitive feeling. He only felt that he was thin and slender.
But now that Mu Xingzhi stood up, Su Qingluan suddenly realized that Mu Xingzhi was actually very tall, and he was not as weak as he thought!
So being stared at by such a huge "spirit from behind" reminded Su Qingluan of the fear of being dominated by the head teacher from the back window of the classroom in those years, and suddenly felt Alexander.
...Although she couldn't draw in such a "proctored" state, but still the same sentence - it's okay, but it's not necessary.
Su Qingluan turned around and smiled like a dogleg: "How about... you go find a book and read it?" Or do something else, but don't be the one behind her!
At this moment, Su Qingluan missed Mu Xingzhi, who was "sick and unable to walk".
As if aware of Su Qingluan's resentment, Mu Xingzhi nodded with a smile, turned around... and sat back in his wheelchair, continuing to cosplay with the sickly young man.
Well, Su Qingluan knew that even in his own yard, the other party would not rush out with his legs without being seen outside.
Although he had not written for a while, and the "pencil" in his hand was used for the first time, so it was not easy to use, but after all, the foundation of several years was still there, and Su Qingluan quickly completed such a still life painting.
After breathing a long sigh of relief, Su Qingluan called Mu Xingzhi to come over and take a look.
When Mu Xingzhi stood up, he was holding a tea cup in his hand. When he walked over and lowered his head, his posture was quite carefree and lazy.
However, when he saw Su Qingluan's "paintings", his casual smile suddenly became solemn and serious.
He put the tea cup back on the table in three steps - Su Qingluan had never seen him move so neatly and urgently - and then... sat down in the wheelchair again?
Su Qingluan was dumbfounded: Didn't he quickly walk up to him again and ask about the mystery of this painting? Why is this development different from what I expected?
Next, she knew why Mu Xingzhi was sitting in a wheelchair.
I saw Mu Xingzhi pressing something under the table, and a crisp bell sounded immediately from the outside under the eaves.
For a moment, Su Qingluan was really curious about how Mu Xingzhi's mechanism was designed - but she suppressed her curiosity.
This should be classified, right?
"If you are curious about the expansion device just now, I can show it to you later." Mu Xingzhi said with a smile.
…It turns out it’s not a secret.
Afterwards, Su Qingluan knew why Mu Xingzhi wanted to sit and immediately turned around and sat in the wheelchair, because Songbo, who had closed the door and was guarding outside, pushed the door in from the outside, walked to Mu Xingzhi and pushed behind him very naturally. Got a wheelchair.
Su Qingluan realized that Mu Xingzhi wanted Songbo to come and look at his paintings, so he stood up obediently, moved the stool he was sitting on back to its original position, and watched the two people look at the paintings. , while drinking tea to moisten her throat—she had been painting continuously for nearly an hour, and she was also a little thirsty.
Originally, Songbo still had that cold and rigid look, until he saw Su Qingluan's paintings on the table. For the first time, Su Qingluan saw another expression on Songbo's "cold and serious" face. --surprise.
No, to be precise, it was "shock" that was a level higher than surprise.
"This... this is...!" Compared to Mu Xingzhi's restraint, Song Bo's shock was more exaggerated and obvious, "This kind of delicate painting technique... I can even see the luster of porcelain ! Is this really a painting...?"
His tone was full of disbelief, and Songbo subconsciously reached out to touch the painting.
"Wait, don't touch it!" Su Qingluan quickly stopped him.
Sooner or later, Su Qingluan originally thought that the painting would be touched, but Mu Xingzhi's reaction was much faster than she expected. The moment before Songbo's hand touched the drawing paper, Songbo's wrist was firmly grasped by him.
Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief and explained to the two of them: "The 'pen lead' used for painting with this brush is very soft, so the mark will be easily blurred with a slight touch."
If this kind of problem were in modern times, it wouldn't be a big deal at all. As long as you spray it with fixative, you'll be fine.
But where could she find some damn fixative in this day and age? So you can only be careful, and you have to carefully clip the paper with the paintings that will be useful in the future.
Seeing that the painting had not been touched, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Qingluan silently complained: Is this a sense of déjà vu with the Chibi trio... Although her IQ is probably not worthy of carrying shoes for the Chibi trio.
