In fact, gongbi painting is different from the "freehand brushwork" of ink painting, and it is also a "realistic" painting style. However, it is obvious that because there is no systematic learning of perspective effects, no matter in terms of composition proportions, visual effects, or even detail processing, it cannot be compared with sketching. Comparison of different painting methods.
Especially in the last portrait of Songbo, Su Qingluan even painted the moist feeling of light and shadow reflected in the character's eyes.
In fact, when they got here, Su Qingluan took a peek and found that these people were already convinced. But probably because they are all quite famous painters and older than Su Qingluan, so you look at me, I see. Look at you, although everyone lowers their head, no one can say an apology.
Su Qingluan didn't take this kind of thing too seriously. After all, although she is nominally teaching sketching to these people and can barely be called a "teacher", she does not think that she can really be called a "teacher" in the minds of these people.
Let's not talk about whether these people generally look down on women and look down on the male chauvinism of a teenage girl. The identity of the other party alone means that this is not an ordinary teaching.
To put it bluntly, in a practical sense, both she and these painters are working under Mu Xingzhi. The difference is that she herself is considered a "collaborator", while the others are most likely "contract workers"—— After all, judging from the words and deeds of the other party, these people should not know that Mu Xingzhi has a good status.
And I was just entrusted by Mu Xingzhi to teach these people skills in exchange for Mu Xingzhi's blessing for his family in the future.
So as long as Mu Xingzhi keeps his word, Su Qingluan doesn't really care about the attitude of her "students" towards her.
After all, whether she was unconvinced or admired, it had nothing to do with Su Qingluan - after all, she didn't really open a sketch class to teach students, could she still expect to have peaches and plums all over the world?
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan thought about finding a place for the eldest brothers and even uncles opposite him to step down.
"My little girl is showing off her ugliness," she knelt down and made a blessing. "In fact, each painting technique has its own advantages and disadvantages. Although the sketch is accurate in image, it lacks the artistic conception compared to the ink painting, and it does not have the lightness and elegance of the gongbi painting. The so-called Spring Orchid and Autumn "Chrysanthemum, everyone is good at winning. If I don't draw sketches and turn to ink painting, I'm afraid I will make people laugh."
Su Qingluan said polite words, but she was muttering in her heart: Okay, okay, the steps have been paved for you, uncles and buddies, don't get into trouble just for the sake of face. We are all workers, so hurry up and learn your skills, and I will complete the task. Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to go back to their homes and find their own mothers? Why should we make it difficult to beat workers?
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement from the other party. Su Qingluan's gesture of blessing was to bow her head slightly, so she couldn't see the expression or reaction of the person opposite.
Just when she was a little impatient and was about to stand up by herself, she suddenly felt an extra hand under her arm, lifting her up.
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that it was the one who was shouting the most ferocious one just now. He was one of the two painters who was best at meticulous painting.
What made Su Qingluan sweat on his forehead was that this eldest brother was looking at her with red eyes and tears in his eyes!
This...which drama is this being played in? ! Su Qingluan looked at the other people with a confused expression.
As a result, she felt even more horrified - either her face was moved, or her eyes were filled with tears. In short, Su Qingluan was very doubtful that she had suddenly traveled through time again and came to the theater of drama, or that she was about to die heroically. of!
Wait, what happened to these people?
"What are you..."
"Ms. Su!!" The uncle who was close at hand excitedly held Su Qingluan's arm, and his voice was so deafening that Su Qingluan felt his head buzzing for a moment, and there was a sharp pain in his left arm. He didn't know if it was... To break a bone.
Su Qingluan was in so much pain that she wished her facial expression would shift. The uncle over there was still expressing his feelings: "Ms. Su understands righteousness and has a broad mind. I am really... far behind!"
"No, I didn't..." The most important thing is that her hand is almost broken!
"Mrs. Su treats us with sincerity and never hides her secrets when teaching painting skills. However, we are arrogant and do not realize that the master is right in front of us!"
"No... that..." Hand! hand! Su Qingluan tried hard to pull back her arm, trying to save her arm that was completely clamped.
However, on the one hand, Su Qingluan was embarrassed to pull her arm back with all her strength because of her face. On the other hand, her little strength was obviously not enough compared to that of a strong man, so Su Qingluan pulled her arm back like this. It just shook and didn't break free!
The big man with fine brush painting over there was still expressing his guilt and admiration for Su Qingluan, but Su Qingluan just wanted to cry without tears.
What made her even more speechless was that each of the seven people opposite her had an expression that said, "We are so narrow-minded, and don't know the true colors of superior people, and we don't know what is good or bad." Their loud voices showed their true feelings, and they were very sincere. , but Su Qingluan felt that if he continued like this, he would probably be close to amputation.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi, who had been watching the excitement, finally coughed lightly and placed the tea cup on the mahogany table with a soft "click" sound.
The sound was not loud, but because the porcelain was clear enough for everyone present to hear it, several people looked in the direction of the man in unison.
Mu Xingzhi looked at the uncle painter with a half-smile but not a smile: "Tian Ayong, although Qingluan is now dressing up in men's clothing, she is a woman after all, so she must not lose her sense of proportion."
Su Qingluan heard this and wanted to praise Mu Xingzhi a hundred times: Great, her arm was finally saved!
Tian Ayong, the uncle who had been unconsciously holding Su Qingluan's arm, was stunned when he heard this. He quickly let go, folded his hands and bowed his head in salute: "Tian, someone is rude! Please Madam Su - no, please punish Mr. Su!"
"Please punish Mr. Su!!" The seven people said it again in loud voices, making Su Qingluan even more stressed.
etc……
"Why... why did you suddenly call me sir?" Su Qingluan's mouth twitched.
What she originally meant was that the other person was just learning skills anyway, and she was just teaching something like a specialty class in her previous life, so there was no need to be so serious.
However, the brain circuits of the big brothers opposite her were obviously not in the same dimension.
"Sir, what you said makes sense - there is no apprenticeship ceremony, how can you be so careless and just call 'sir' casually?" Tian Ayong looked at his companions with a serious expression, and the other six people nodded in agreement.
"..." What kind of wild horse-like divine expansion is this special thing? ! The barrage of complaints in Su Qingluan's heart has flooded the screen.
