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Wen Zhengyu's eyes fell on the painting and stayed for a long time, as if a phoenix in flames was about to jump out of the paper, burning her eyes and burning her heart.

"Phoenix Fighting the Sky" is not a single painting, what she will paint is a series.

This is a dream she once had. In the dream, she was a little monster in the mountains, and she witnessed the unparalleled battle between the phoenix and the sky.

With the sound of the phoenix singing, thousands of birds follow each other, fighting against the sky.

The sky was covered in darkness, like an endless canopy covering the sky and the earth, and the sky and the earth were dark.

The thunderbolt and lightning pierced through the clouds and slashed down with a ferocious posture, as if tearing apart the sky and the earth, and slashed towards the phoenix bird and the flock of birds following behind the phoenix bird.

Lightning fell, and countless birds fell in the air, falling in groups to the mountains and land.

Huang Zhan's blood sprinkled the sky, and the sprinkled blood ignited flames all over the sky, igniting the mountains and peaks, and burning them into a sea of ​​flames.

The phoenix bird was defeated and fell into the dark and infinite abyss in the depths of Kunlun...

Day after day, year after year.The phoenix that fell under the abyss of infinity, its bright feathers lost their luster. Pieces of phoenix feathers fell off from its dead body and drifted away. Its body gradually turned into bones, and bits of aura flew out from its bones. In the end, Huang turned into a handful of ashes and scattered in the Abyss of Infinity.

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She wanted to paint the phoenix bird and this story, so she came up with "The Picture of the Phoenix Fighting the Sky", but the accident at home made this unfinished painting stay in the painting hall.

Wen Zhengyu withdrew his thoughts, only to realize that he lost his mind and lost his composure.She looked at Ye Ling apologetically, but saw Ye Ling sitting beside him silently, waiting patiently for her to recover.Although she doesn't like Ye Ling's behavior, she has to admit that Ye Ling is a very patient person.She said to Ye Ling apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ye Ling smiled lightly and said: "It can be seen that Zheng Yu is very concerned about this unfinished painting. It just so happens that I am also very concerned, so I won't go around the bush, let's get straight to the point?"

Wen Zhengyu felt a little uncomfortable when Ye Ling called her "Zheng Yu" familiarly. After all, they were not familiar enough to call each other's name directly, but if she asked Ye Ling to continue calling her Miss Wen, it would seem a little unreasonable. , Somewhat impolite, Wen Zhengyu ignored Ye Ling's address, responded to Ye Ling's words of asking to talk straight to the point, carefully put the half of the scroll back into the brocade box.

Ye Ling said: "I want to ask Zheng Yu to finish this painting."

Wen Zhengyu was noncommittal.She wanted to finish the painting, but now it doesn't belong to her.

Ye Ling said: "One hundred thousand. I'll pay, and you paint, so that we don't have any regrets about this painting, okay?"

Wen Zhengyu really didn't want to leave half of the painting unfinished.She always likes to finish things from beginning to end. Now that this series of paintings has started, she doesn't want to give up halfway.Considering her current fame and the size of this painting, Ye Ling's price is considered high.Besides, she really needs to earn money to support her family now.Wen Zhengyu couldn't think of any reason to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

After she nodded, Ye Ling seemed surprised and looked at her in astonishment.She asked, "What's wrong?"

The corners of Ye Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and with a slight smile, she said, "No, I just didn't expect Zheng Yu to be so happy."

Wen Zhengyu looked at Ye Ling who seemed to be in a good mood a little speechlessly, couldn't help feeling confused, and immediately asked vigilantly: "You won't... have ulterior motives, do you?" She thought again, her family is now down and there seems to be nothing worthy of Ye Ling Are you thinking about it?

Ye Ling didn't answer but asked instead: "In your opinion, do I seem to have ulterior motives?"

Wen Zhengyu faced Ye Ling who was pretending to be profound, and suddenly wanted to give her the three words "psychopathy", but out of politeness, she swallowed these three words back quietly, bypassing the topic, and said: "Leave the painting, I'll contact you after I finish the drawing." After she finished speaking, Ye Ling looked at her rather strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Ling said: "When money is involved, it is better to have a contract agreement." She asked her assistant to give her the pre-prepared contract and handed it to Wen Zhengyu.

Wen Zhengyu read the contract carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he signed it.The contract is in duplicate, each of the two persons holds one copy, and a copy of their ID cards is attached.

Ye Ling took over the signed and stapled contract, and after confirming that there were no omissions, she transferred the advance payment to Wen Zhengyu by mobile phone transfer according to the receiving account number that Wen Zhengyu filled in the contract.

Wen Zhengyu's cell phone rang, and after reading the text message, she said to Ye Ling, "I have received the advance payment."

Ye Ling nodded and said, "That's it for the painting." She changed her voice and said, "I'm here to find Zheng Yu this time, and there is one more thing." After she finished speaking, she reached out to the assistant again go.

The assistant took out a bronzing invitation letter and handed it to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling handed the invitation letter to Wen Zhengyu.

Wen Zhengyu glanced at Ye Ling strangely.She has nothing to do with Ye Ling, why does Ye Ling need to invite her?When she opened the invitation letter, she saw that it said that the personal art exhibition of Kunlun mobs would be held at the Provincial Art Museum from the [-]th to the [-]th of this month, and Ye Ling sincerely invited her to go.

Wen Zhengyu pinched the invitation letter, looked at the words on it, his mind buzzed, a little...very angry, and he didn't know how to be angry.After all, the painting was sold to Ye Ling, and Ye Ling wanted to take the painting to an exhibition. She had no right to object, but she was very angry.

She held the invitation letter and paused for a while, then gently put the invitation letter on the tea table, pushed it back to Ye Ling, and said, "Sorry, I don't have time for this period of time, and I don't want to participate in this art exhibition." When she went to the art exhibition and looked at the paintings that were packaged and sold, her feeling could only be described as piercing.

Ye Ling said slowly: "I will keep the invitation letter, and you are welcome to the exhibition at any time." She paused and said, "Although I bought all the paintings, these paintings are all your painstaking efforts. This art exhibition can be held to your satisfaction, I don't know what requirements you have for the art exhibition, we can try our best to meet it here."

Wen Zhengyu didn't want to say anything.What she hopes most is that one day she can earn enough money to buy back all the paintings she has sold.She shook her head slightly and said, "If Ms. Ye has nothing else to do..." she raised her hand to see off the guests.

Ye Ling was unmoved, and continued: "This art exhibition has invited many well-known painters from the Art Association and some friends from the media, and we will arrange an exclusive interview about the art exhibition. I think this is not a bad thing for you. .”

Wen Zhengyu said: "I'm sorry, I don't have time." She pointedly glanced at the sandalwood brocade box Ye Ling brought.

Ye Ling got up and said, "Okay, then I won't bother you. However, I am still looking forward to your arrival."

Wen Zhengyu got up to see off the guests.

After sending Ye Ling away, she returned to the living room and threw the invitation letter into the trash can.

Looking at the invitation letter thrown into the trash can, she felt mixed feelings.She doesn't want to sell paintings, but now she needs to make money from selling paintings to support her family.

When the family first changed into a seller, she didn't feel much.Now the gap between having money and not having money in the family, and the changes are reflected little by little, and this sense of gap gradually emerges.There are many things that she can't think about or don't want, but she has to consider life, making money, raising a family and so on.

Wen Zhengyu took a deep breath, and said to himself three times in a row: "Sell paintings, sell paintings, sell paintings." After reading, he was so sad that tears almost came out.She simply didn't let herself think too much, and simply comforted herself: Anyway, all the paintings in the room were sold, and this half is not bad.I have already received the advance payment, what else can I do?

She picked up the brocade box on the coffee table and went upstairs and back to the house to draw.

Because it is a half-painted painting, the concept and layout have been completed, and she only needs to add the unfinished part as she thought before.

She took the painting out of the brocade box and spread it out on the painting table.As the picture scroll unfolded, the unfinished "Phoenix Fighting the Heavens" gradually appeared in front of my eyes.She looked at her painting, and the world in the painting came to mind, her whole heart suddenly became quiet, and the surrounding disturbances were far away from her.

A painting seems to have staggered time, bringing her to the world thousands of years ago that bred countless magical lives.

Dip-dyeing paintings for over 20 years has made many of the basic preparations instinctive.

Her thoughts have drifted to the world of ghosts and fairies, but her hands are methodically preparing for the work of painting.

She laid out the drawing paper first, pressed it with a paperweight, and then prepared the pen and ink.

Meticulous painting, pen and ink are the foundation.Commonly used pens are hook line pens, dyeing pens, scrubbing brushes, etc.The hook line pens are divided into clothing pattern pens, leaf tendon pens, big red hair, little red hair, crab claws, wolf kyu, purple kui, etc.; dyeing pens are big white cloud, medium white cloud, small white cloud, and when painting a large area Scrub brushes made of all wool.The inks are mainly lampblack ink, pine smoke ink, and lacquer smoke ink. When drawing lines, use lampblack ink. When depicting hair, eyebrows and feathers, use pine smoke ink. The black, delicate and glossy lacquer smoke extracted from lacquer resin Ink is often used as a black pigment.Then there is the color palette, the color palette has a matching ratio, and she has been painting for so many years, so she is very familiar with the color matching ratio.

When the pen and ink are ready, it is time to start painting.

The paper used for Gongbi painting is cooked rice paper or cooked silk. Because cooked rice paper and cooked silk are not easy to change, most people will draw a sketch before painting. draft.Usually, the overall line is drawn first, and then the layers are detailed and colored to render the effect layer by layer.

Because there is a sketch first, generally speaking, at the beginning of the painting, the lines of the entire painting are sketched on paper.

The master of her paintings was her grandfather, and her grandfather was a freehand painter. Although she studied meticulous painting, she was still influenced by freehand painting to some extent, and what was painted was a mountain that did not exist in this world. Ghosts, myths and legends, etc., when painting, not only focus on the shape, but also focus on the meaning.With different intentions, there are some small discrepancies when painting.

Just like this "Picture of Phoenix Fighting the Sky" spread out in front of her at this moment, the first thing she thought of was the Phoenix Bird, and the first thing she drew was also the Phoenix Bird. Everything has become a blurred background, and the only thing in my mind and in front of my eyes is the proud and unyielding figure of this phoenix bird, and only this phoenix bird is drawn.

When the phoenix bird was painted, there was only the phoenix bird on the paper.It is the soul of the painting, and it was the first to be painted.

With the phoenix bird, there are thousands of flocks of birds of different sizes, shapes, and races that follow it. In this great battle, some of them are still facing the thunder and thunderbolts, and some of them fly to scars. There are many, some have lost their lives and plummeted to the sky...

What she shows is the figure of thousands of birds, each bird is unique.Even if it is the same group of birds, it is still unique in this group of birds, just like human beings, among the more than 60 billion people, there is no second person who is exactly the same.Each bird has its unique and distinctive manifestation in this battle.Her paintbrush should reflect each of them, because in her view, they are all alive. If her painting cannot completely paint them, the painting will be incomplete, incomplete, or even incomplete. is lifeless.

After that, there will be the sky, the sky, the dark clouds and lightning, the earth and the mountains, the burning sea of ​​fire, and a shivering little creature in the gap between the mountains below the sea of ​​fire, wandering in the vast and boundless Kunlun sacred mountain. Little monster...

That little monster is her, the Kunlun monster.A little spirit that is always hidden in the mountains, rocks, grass, and trees is extremely difficult to find, that is her inscription hidden in the painting, and it is precisely such a little spirit that sees this strange Only the magical world has her paintings...

It was getting late, and the lights in the house replaced the sunlight outside.

She suddenly heard a dry coughing sound of "cough" coming from beside her. She turned her head and saw Mr. Wen Ru, who had taken the driver out early in the morning and didn't know where he was going, was standing beside him with his hands behind his back, with that expression on his face. It's like looking for someone to settle accounts with.

Wen Zhengyu suddenly felt guilty.Generally speaking, this situation is very bad.She looked up out of the window and saw that it was completely dark outside. She didn't know how long it had been past the meal time, so she quickly put down her paintbrush, pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Grandpa, are you back?"

Old Mr. Wen said with a smile, "Yes, I'm back after supper."

Wen Zhengyu was so frightened that the hairs on his body stood on end. She didn't say anything, didn't dare to say a word, hurriedly cleaned the brushes, finished work quickly, and ran downstairs to eat without daring to look back.

She went to the living room to look at the time displayed on the clock, only to realize that it was already past ten o'clock at night, probably because she was too absorbed in drawing, and Sun Yuan came to ask her to eat, but she didn't hear.

At this point, Sun Yuan has already left work.However, the soup was simmering on the stove with a small fire, and a small note was left for her, telling her that there were vegetables in the refrigerator, wrapped in plastic wrap, and she could eat them after heating them in the microwave.When she opened the refrigerator, she saw three dishes wrapped in plastic wrap with small notes on them telling her what to heat for a few minutes.