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Chapter 281 Painting Bamboo Forest

For people like Qi Dongming, the way of teaching is completely different from that of ordinary art training classes.He called for someone to accompany him, took a drawing board, paper and pen, and led Song Xiaoni out the door. He was about to take the child to sketch in the wild.

Originally only Ding Rui was with him at first, but later Ge Guiqin became worried and followed him out, leaving Song Song alone in the yard, not knowing what to do.

Just when Song Song was hesitating whether to follow him to have a look, a slightly fat old woman came out of the house.

The old woman's hair was gray and her face was full of signs of age. There was always a smile on the corner of her mouth, she was kind and easy-going.

"Are you the father of that child?" the old woman asked with a smile.

Song Song hurriedly stood up straight and asked, "Yes, what's the teacher's name?"

"Call me Aunt Xu. Come, sit down wherever you want. I guess they'll be waiting for a while. I'll cut some fruit for you." The old woman didn't wait for Song Song to refuse, but turned around and went back to the house. After a while, she brought a A plate of sliced ​​watermelon came out.

Song Song sat on the rattan chair and chatted with the old woman very familiarly: "Aunt Xu, do you and Teacher Qi usually live here?"

"We usually live in the city, and occasionally come here to live. Lao Qi likes to be quiet, and there are always people looking for him in the city."

That's it!

Song Song was overjoyed, he didn't expect Qi Mingdong to give them such a private address.

The two ate melons and chatted.

Maybe Aunt Xu likes to chat more, or maybe she lacks someone to confide in, so she actually talked a lot about the private affairs of the old couple.

It turned out that Qi Mingdong had a little granddaughter who was about the same age as Song Xiaoni when she was alive.

Qi Mingdong loves his granddaughter very much, he is really afraid of falling when holding it in his palm, and afraid of melting if he holds it in his mouth.

That little girl is very smart, she can learn everything at once, and she has shown her talent in art at a young age.

Qi Mingdong even said more than once that his little grandson will definitely become a generation of masters in the future.

But who would have thought that in an accident, the little granddaughter was drowned.

Qi Mingdong's hair turned gray overnight, and he aged dozens of years, and he hasn't recovered from it for so many years.

His daughter later gave birth to a little boy, but he was born abroad and only came back once a year.And that little boy didn’t know whose genes he inherited, but he was always naughty. He didn’t study hard at anything. He couldn’t even speak Mandarin clearly, but he was very fluent in English.

Qi Mingdong didn't particularly like this little grandson. He only thought about his deceased granddaughter.

Perhaps, this time he took the rare initiative to recruit a disciple, not only because he took a fancy to Song Xiaoni's talent, but also because he wanted to satisfy his inner shortcomings, right?

Song Song felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, and his feelings for the old man suddenly changed from admiration to sympathy.

Qi Mingdong took Song Xiaoni as his apprentice, but it was unknown whether it was Song Xiaoni's good luck or Qi Mingdong's self-salvation.

On the other side, Mr. Qi took Song Xiaoni talking and laughing all the way away from the house, and came to a bamboo forest.

Qi Mingdong found a slightly flat place and set up his drawing board.

"Nini, grandpa will teach you how to draw bamboo today, okay?"

"Okay! Okay!" The little girl clapped her hands happily.

Holding a carbon stick in his hand, Qi Mingdong used the traditional Chinese painting method to draw sections of bamboo joints on the drawing paper, and then filled in the bamboo leaves. It seems that only a few strokes have magically drawn the entire bamboo forest.

Song Xiaoni took the carbon rod and wanted to imitate how to draw bamboo knots, but was interrupted by Qi Mingdong.

"Nini, this time, I will teach you how to draw bamboo, but not really draw bamboo."

The little girl blinked her big eyes suspiciously and asked, "Then what are you painting?"

Qi Mingdong smiled and said: "Today, what we are painting is the soul of the bamboo, not the bamboo itself. You have already signed up for the art class, right? Holding the brush, moving the brush, space, arranging lines... What about the basics of these paintings, you Even if you haven't started to learn it now, you will definitely learn it in the future. What grandpa wants to teach you is something you can't learn in art class."

Song Xiaoni still couldn't understand: "Grandpa, what exactly is the bamboo soul?"

Qi Mingdong said: "You don't do anything first, observe the surrounding bamboo forests, and be as careful as you can."

Song Xiaoni nodded with a vague understanding, and began to look around.

After a while, Qi Mingdong said again: "Next, close your eyes, listen carefully to the sounds around you, and imagine what this bamboo forest looks like."

After Song Xiaoni trembled her eyelashes and closed her eyes, Qi Mingdong guided softly: "Listen carefully, what sounds did you hear?"

"There is the sound of wind, the sound of bugs, and the sound of rustling..."

Qi Mingdong continued to guide: "Feel what it's like under your feet?"

"Very soft...and crunchy."

"Imagine what's on top of your head?"

"There is a blue sky and white clouds... It seems that there are birds flying past."

After a while, Qi Mingdong said: "Nini, open your eyes."

Song Xiaoni opened her eyes. Due to the change of light, the scenery she saw at first was covered with a faint blue light, and the outline was not particularly obvious, but she soon adapted to the light, and the quiet bamboo forest appeared in front of her eyes again.

Qi Mingdong said: "Don't look at anything now. Just draw what you saw the moment you opened your eyes. You don't need to draw it very carefully, just use the simplest lines. Remember. Hold on, hold the carbon rod lightly, and draw lightly."

Song Xiaoni was not used to holding the pen like this, but she was very obedient, and began to draw simple lines on the drawing paper gently according to Mr. Qi's request.

It didn't take long for Song Xiaoni to finish the painting.

There were only sparse and messy lines on the drawing paper. When I looked at it suddenly, I had no idea what the little girl was drawing.But if you take a closer look...it's not as good as looking at it coldly.

However, Qi Mingdong saw what he wanted to see.

These lines are all crooked in one direction, which means that Song Xiaoni is already consciously drawing the image of the bamboo being bent by the wind.

The shorter lines are obviously bamboo leaves.

It's just that Song Xiaoni is too small to control the length, so the short lines representing bamboo leaves are too long, making the whole picture look very messy.

"Eh?" Qi Mingdong seemed to have discovered something special: "Nini, you have painted so many bamboos, why are these two places not painted?"

On the drawing paper, there are two small areas that are blank without any lines. I wonder if Song Xiaoni deliberately left them out.

Song Xiaoni timidly said: "Grandma and mother are standing here, grandpa and I are standing here, and there is a drawing board."

Qi Mingdong was taken aback when he heard this, and then burst out laughing.

"Grandpa, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy!"

The most difficult thing about painting is the sense of space.Such a young child actually has a sense of space. He is really gifted!
(End of this chapter)