Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"Hey, buddy, is this painting for sale?" Liang Hanqing turned around and stared at a group of people silently for a while, and finally someone broke the weird scene, he asked like that.

"If sold, how much?"

"Sir, do you have any other paintings?"

After the first person broke the silence, the others hurriedly asked as if they had come to their senses.

Liang Hanqing understood that his painting was taken by others, so she hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, this painting is not for sale, I'm sorry."

After Liang Hanqing finished speaking, some people left straight away, and some people wandered around reluctantly, but Liang Hanqing found that there were still a group of young people carrying painting bags staring at his painting for a moment, It's like trying to see through the drawing paper.

Seeing how carefully they looked, Liang Hanqing didn't have the nerve to pack up, so she simply dragged the chair aside.

Seven or eight minutes later, a boy among the group of young people was the first to come back to his senses. He exhaled first, then looked at Liang Hanqing who was sitting beside him, pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, and said, "Hello, I It's Albert Parnell, nice to meet you. They are my classmates." After finishing speaking, he stepped aside and pointed to the group of people behind him who were still looking at the pictures.

Liang Hanqing looked at the hands in front of him, then looked again, the group of young people stood up and smiled, and said, "Hello, you can call me Boise."

Albert opened his mouth a few times, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He looked at the classmate standing behind him who also recovered, and finally said: "We want to ask, you Where do you study, middle school or high school?"

Liang Hanqing scratched her cheeks and said, "I'm studying in San Fe..."

A girl was startled after hearing this, and shouted, "San Phil?!"

Liang Hanqing nodded and looked at them.

Albert frowned slightly, and said, "Sarah, don't be surprised."

The girl named Sarah immediately fell silent.

Liang Hanqing asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

Albert shook his hand and said: "No, it's nothing, I just think the painting is very good, keep working hard!" While talking, he walked back to his companion, and then shook his hand at Liang Hanqing, saying: "Goodbye, I hope next time Goodbye, we are in a hurry, let's go first."

"Well, goodbye." Liang Hanqing was a little confused, but said goodbye with a smile.

Carre, who was silent from the beginning to the end, came over and said at this time: "That kid named Albert is not a simple character, and the group of people around him should not be underestimated, but it seems that they have no malicious intentions." Speaking of this, he patted Liang Hanqing on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Sure enough, being too outstanding is really not a good thing."

Liang Hanqing pouted, but did not answer.

Seeing Liang Hanqing like this, Kalei was not annoyed, and asked, "Where are you going next, young master?"

Liang Hanqing didn't look at him, and replied: "Let's go around here, the last time I came here was too hasty."

Liang Hanqing walked slowly around the stone railing, followed by several burly men, who were well-trained to guard Liang Hanqing's surroundings. At first glance, one would think it was someone from a Mafia family who was out for a stroll.

Liang Hanqing turned around, blew on the wind, and planned to walk back along the way she came, but inadvertently saw a piece of clothes in the bushes.

Walking over curiously, Liang Hanqing moved a little further away and looked in. It didn't matter if he looked in, Liang Hanqing met a remarkable person.

The man was concentrating on drawing in the grass with a sketchpad brush and didn't know what he was drawing. He still had gray hair and thin golden eyes. That was Adams, Alan Adams.

Liang Hanqing did not disturb him.

Quietly going around behind the bushes, Liang Hanqing slowed down his breathing and stood behind Adams watching quietly.

Adams was also sketching, he was painting leaves, and leaves fell on the ground.

Adams draws very slowly, but the lead marks left by the pencil every time it touches the drawing paper are just right, neither thick nor light.

There were not many fallen leaves on the ground, and a few rays of sunlight leaked from the bushes onto the leaves.

Liang Hanqing looked at it, unable to figure out why Adams drew something meaningless.

Adams painted one chapter after another, and the leaves of each one looked the same, but they were very different.

The two of them concentrated on the painting one by one, and watched with breath-holding concentration.

Until the few wisps of light on the leaves gradually disappeared.

After finishing the last stroke, Adams closed the sketchpad in his hand, put the pencil into his toolbox, and asked without raising his head, "Any ideas?"

"Ah" Liang Hanqing didn't respond, "Me?"

Adams raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Anyone else but you."

Seeing this smile, Liang Hanqing was slightly taken aback. He didn't have much contact with him before, only once or twice. He always thought that Adams was a serious, serious and cold person, but he didn't expect that his eyes hidden behind the glasses were so The peace is like a wave of pure water.

He said: "Tell me, I have been painting for so long, do you have anything to say?"

Liang Hanqing returned to her senses, and said: "I... feel that the content and composition of these paintings are the same, but the brushwork and the meaning it expresses are completely different."

"Oh? Then tell me why it's different."

Liang Hanqing frowned and said, "I can't say it, it's just a feeling."

"Well, indeed, these paintings are not different, but I draw them with a different mentality." Adams said, holding a sketchpad, "To draw something, you must have something in your mind, with a theory, Only when you have something can you innovate. However, observation is naturally indispensable in these procedures. As a painter, you must first learn to observe, and use different moods and different times to slowly savor and figure it out. That way, you'll have something to draw."

"If the painting is meaningful, even if it is a small apple, someone will appreciate it. If the painting is boring, if you simply arrange it with lines without adding all the theories stored in your mind, then this painting, even if he No matter how long it is, no one will appreciate it, because it has no soul."

"Does Huazi have a soul?" Adams stared into Liang Hanqing's eyes and continued: "I used to be so puzzled, but with daily observations, I found that Huazi has a soul."

"It's not a soul in a broad sense. Their soul exists in the heart of the painter. If the painter has a soul in his heart, it will naturally exist in the painting. If there is no soul, don't expect him to appear suddenly. A painting with a soul will not No matter how mediocre, even a simple painting will become difficult."

"The reason why many masters become famous is not because of their techniques, but because they have a soul in their hearts, so there is a soul in the painting." Adams said this, looking up into the distance, "My original paintings have no soul, so No one can appreciate it." Adams turned his head to stare at Liang Hanqing again, "but later, I understood this truth, and my paintings came alive."

"That's all I've said. You can taste the rest yourself." Adams smiled, got up, packed his things, and walked away.

Liang Hanqing looked at his leaving back and shouted, "Thank you!"

Adams replied from a distance: "Don't thank me. Thank you brother."

Liang Hanqing was taken aback for a moment, then understood immediately, smiled lightly, and nodded, regardless of whether Adams saw it or not.