Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"Why? Why do you want to do this? Does Baozang have anything to do with my study of oil painting?" Liang Hanqing was puzzled.

Barnett touched the already stretched canvas, and said: "Nowadays, there are not many people who know about the treasure, and only a few are able to find it. I came to you because I didn't want more people to get it again." I know that, as for oil paintings." Barnett turned his head and chuckled, his eyelashes lightly closing together, "As for oil paintings, I was told that the only way to find out what a painting is about is to paint it, and keep painting until One day, you can get your hands on the richest and most mysterious thing in this painting, and you can get its treasure."

Liang Hanqing was silent. He frowned, still looking at Barnett, "This treasure is just a legend, not sure. Why do you insist on getting it? What use is it to you?"

Barnett sat back in the rattan chair again, looked at Liang Hanqing for a while, and then he replied blankly: "Because it is said that this treasure contains the most precious things in the world, and my life is boring, and I just need some stimulation. That's why it's like this." After finishing speaking, he shrugged innocently.

Liang Hanqing didn't speak for a while. He didn't know that there was another kind of people in this world who did things that made others embarrassing and painful just because they were bored.

Liang Hanqing sat back on the bed again, leaned against the head of the bed and closed her eyes to rest, planning not to talk to Barnett, a person with a seriously twisted mind.

The two sat like this. After a long time, Liang Hanqing opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound when he heard the sound. Although he closed his eyes and rested his mind, he still did not relax his vigilance against Barnett.

During this time, Barnett was turning something in his hand, Limang flashed from time to time, and Liang Hanqing sat up straight all of a sudden, because Barnett was holding a knife.

Barnett seemed to have known that Liang Hanqing would look at him, so he walked straight to the painting.

Liang Hanqing originally screamed badly when she saw Barnett take out the knife, but she didn't look at him, and her heart sank a little, but when she saw that lunatic put the sharp sword at Crystal's When poking at the painting, Liang Hanqing swore that he had never passed so fast in his life. He rushed to grab Barnett's arm and shouted: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Barnett looked at the pair of slender hands grasping his arm, with a frightening light in his eyes, he broke away from Liang Hanqing's hand with white knuckles with a light struggle, and he took the knife She placed it less than one centimeter away from the canvas, squinted her eyes, and said, "I'm crazy. Since you don't cooperate, I don't want the treasure. It's useless to keep this painting. It's better to destroy it." Forget it." After saying that, he withdrew his arm slightly, as if he was going to draw on the painting.

Liang Hanqing hurriedly pulled him back, his frowning brows were still unmoved, he stared at the sharp sword and said helplessly: "I promise you, you put down the knife first."

Liang Hanqing believed that this lunatic would really scratch the painting. He actually didn't want to agree, but now, he was alone, no one knew where he was, and there was nowhere to find him to save him. Now he used After making such a move, Liang Hanqing had no choice but to nod honestly.

Barnett threw the knife without its sheath, and only the handle was caught in his hand. Liang Hanqing looked at the shiny blade, and wondered how much he wanted the blade to fall into the hands of that lunatic, but unfortunately, no.

Barnett looked very happy. He walked towards the door and said without turning his head: "You just need to stay here, and someone will deliver it three times a day. If you need anything, you can ask Press 1 on the intercom on the wall and speak directly."

"When will you let me go?" Liang Hanqing asked from behind, which was what he cared most about.

"Whenever you find out the way to the treasure, at that time, you can go back and be reunited with your brother. As soon as possible, I don't mind waiting for a lifetime." After Barnett finished speaking, people He also walked out, and the door was locked immediately. "

Liang Hanqing looked at the things on the ground and sighed silently. This room is indeed not small, and even has a separate bathroom, but there is only one light.

Liang Hanqing sat on the wicker chair that Barnett had just made, looking at the eye-catching painting, silently in a daze.

He understood that a lunatic like Barnett could do such a perverted thing for his whole life, but he didn't know that it would take a long time to understand oil painting. He didn't even have the most basic theory of oil painting, so he just threw a lot of oil painting at him. Teaching materials and a lot of tools.He still wants to go out to participate in the competition, he still has a lot of things to do, and there are even one or two people who miss him deeply, and he still has a feeling that he hasn't clarified.

These things are the driving force for him to move forward, but he still needs to find where the force is applied.

Bending down in resignation, Liang Hanqing began to rummage through the piles of textbooks on the floor.There are a lot of teaching materials, Liang Hanqing roughly looked through them, and found that most of them were written by famous oil painters, with detailed content, clear and unique descriptions, and even these books contain different genres.

Impressionism, Fauvism, Surrealism, and even Baroque, Roque, Classicism, Academicism, Romanticism, etc., are so comprehensive that it is really rare.

Liang Hanqing looked at the characteristics of each painting school, and then at the characteristics of Crystal. After calculating the time, he found that Crystal's paintings belonged to early oil paintings①, and did not even belong to any of the genres listed above.Liang Hanqing was having a difficult time. He didn't know what genre and how to express it. He knew that if he only copied, even if he wrote down every stroke, he would not be able to get this painting. The real essence.

Liang Hanqing stared at the painting and thought for a while, and finally decided to put this question aside. His most urgent problem now is to know what is oil painting and how to paint it.

Liang Hanqing put the things he needed in front of him, and pulled out a folded art stool from the pile of things. After finishing, Liang Hanqing began to unpack the package, paints, oil brushes, turpentine, special oil for oil painting, oil palette, Oil painting knife, without dismantling something, Liang Hanqing will try his best to think about what kind of techniques the function of this thing can express, and at the same time, he needs to have a general understanding of the characteristics of these tools.

After getting things done, Liang Hanqing looked at the book and planned to start making the canvas. The canvas had already been stretched with a wooden frame, and the size was exactly the same as Crystal's painting, but Liang Hanqing didn't plan to use this piece. A smaller picture frame, about the size of octavo paper, was produced. After stretching the linen, Liang Hanqing began to paint the latex glue. The latex glue prevents the painting from leaking oil, and its thickness will affect the effect of the painting. Liang Hanqing then I only applied it three times, and stopped when it didn't leak oil.

The author has something to say: PS: I didn’t pay attention to the explanation of early oil painting ① when I wrote it. Oil painting was developed in the fifteenth century. Ike carried it forward and gradually became a kind of painting on wood and linen.