painting world

After Jun came back, he was completely depressed.Not to mention going to other people's houses all day to make trouble, even neglecting to study, and not getting a ranking in the next year's scientific examination.

After that, he drank and got drunk every day, and supported himself and his mother by selling paintings. Fortunately, his paintings were still capable, and because of his own encounters, his painting style was sharp and "unique".On weekdays, he was famous for being bitter and mean, and I think he felt aggrieved seeing Ji Xijiang praise the paintings of such a yellow-mouthed kid like Yun Rong.

The people around were just watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. They thought it was very interesting and wanted to participate, and they all booed: "Oh, Liu Xiucai thinks that little brother Yun's paintings are a bit higher than yours?"

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This painting is naturally attributed to "literature", but from the perspective of knowledgeable people, it is still possible to distinguish between high and low.Ji Xijiang made friends with literature, and Xijiang Xiaozhu was visited by scholars from all walks of life every now and then. From time to time, he could look at the excellent painting "Fishing Boat Singing Night" on the main hall of Xiaozhu, not to mention Ji Xijiang who was getting lazy inscription.After everyone admired it, they didn't see each other for a few days, and when they went to visit again, they saw that the scroll was replaced by a still ink-colored "Deep Mountain New Ji".Gradually, Yunrong Danqing's reputation as a masterful hand spread, and he faintly gained the limelight in Xunzhou City—of course, he was unaware of all this. Today was the first time he showed up at this kind of rally. Yun Rong didn't know how to respond, and subconsciously looked at Ji Zhan.

"Brother Liu, what do you mean?" Ji Zhan usually just smiled and ignored his disliked remarks, but lost his composure when it involved the person he liked, and immediately stood up, protecting Yun Rong behind him .Yun Rong was surprised only for a moment, staying behind his elder brother curiously stretched out his head to look at the flushed Liu Xiucai.

"Well... so what if you think so." It was obvious that Liu Xiucai was a little drunk, and he spoke with a big tongue, "I just don't agree with this yellow-mouthed kid, so what, he's just a bed-crawler, huh, yes, yes What is the real ability!" The words became more and more difficult to hear.

"You dare to speak nonsense!" Ji Zhan, who has lived for more than [-] years, felt that there was nothing more unbearable than this. He was so angry that he kicked away the young couple in front of him, and threw the cup in his hand at Liu Xiucai viciously. On the bluestone board in front of him, wine and broken porcelain splashed.No one else has ever seen Xijiang talented scholar act like this, and they are startled and frightened.

"Brother, don't be angry." On the contrary, Yun Rong was the first to shake his head, and pulled Ji Zhan's sleeve, "I am young, and seniors should be suspicious, let alone..." The voice lowered, and Ji Zhan He whispered softly in his ear, "It's really not worth getting angry with this kind of person."

"Heh, it's really shameless to say that. You, Liu, a 'scholar', can say it. I'm still a senior. This kind of 'senior' can make me feel ashamed. Younger brother Yunxian's painting skills are the best of many of our students. I have witnessed it together, but I don’t know how much more talented you are.” The speaker is the son of a family friend of Ji Zhan, who played with him when he was studying, and his surname is Pan.Mr. Pan and Mr. Liu Xiucai said that their experiences were the same and different. The father of the Pan family also passed away during Mr. Pan's scientific examination, but he received news that Mr. Pan had already passed the examination, and his ranking was quite high. Years of filial piety, go to court.Today is also a coincidence, Zhizhou invited Mr. Pan to come here for a banquet, otherwise, it would not be worthwhile to let Ji Zhanxin recognize his righteous brother.

As everyone knows, the last thing Liu Xiucai wants to see is Mr. Pan, who immediately blushes and argues loudly: "Oh, Kong can tell right from wrong with just one word, I don't accept it, let this guy surnamed Yun if he has the ability." Boy, let me have a fight."

"Competition? What if you lose?" At this time, another person interrupted, his voice was not loud, but with a sense of coercion.Everyone looked around, but they couldn't find anyone who spoke.

"This brother." Ji Zhan looked up at the man in purple who was leaning on the second floor of the small building not far away, and cupped his hands. The other party waved his hand indifferently and continued.

"Liu Xiucai, what will happen if you lose?"

"If I lose, then..."

"Then you don't want to sell another painting in Xunzhou!" Ji Zhan's words were so aggressive that Liu Xiucai's face turned red and then pale, and he couldn't say anything.

"Then let's start, um, the lotus in the pond is still in bloom today, so let's take the lotus as the topic." The man upstairs clapped his hands, and immediately came down with a few strong servants in brown clothes and brought up two big mahogany cards. On the table, two clever maids set up various study rooms with plain hands, and even prepared paints of corresponding colors.

"Brother, you know me, don't you?" Yun Rong walked to the table and looked up at Ji Zhan, "My paintings are no worse than anyone else's."

"Brother naturally knows." Ji Zhan, who was still furious just now, looked at this soft smile, and his heart suddenly settled down, "Xiao Rong is the best."

Both the painting and you are the best.

After waving his hand to let the maid go aside, Ji Zhan rolled up his sleeves and rubbed Yun Rong's ink with his own hands.Seeing the elegant smoke color of the good ink block blooming circles in a layer of clear water, Yun Rong turned his head to think for a while, chose a thicker pen, didn't pick any paint, just dipped in the ink and started to write , the dragon and snake flying in the hand, flowing clouds and flowing water.

At this moment, there was already a circle of literati around the two painting tables. Even the magistrate of the state joined in the fun, but he didn't ask people to bring a chair over. Instead, he stood on his side, looking upstairs from time to time.

The man upstairs had an inexplicable smile, watching the competition downstairs with great interest.

Yun Rong freehand brushwork was relaxed, but Liu Xiucai on the opposite side was sweating profusely and his hands were trembling. Fortunately, he drank a pot of wine in one breath, finally stabilized, and began to use his brush like flying.I saw that he kept several colors of paint aside, and placed a row of various brushes, and it was very hard to change them back and forth.

"Brother Ji, Brother Ji." Ji Zhan was watching with tenderness and sweetness in his eyes that his little man had changed a little concubine color and dotted on the tip of his pen, and the corner of his clothes was being pulled behind him, and he turned his head impatiently.

"Your little brother... just use this pen." It was Mr. Pan who had just stood up for him. Although they had seen Yun Rong's amazing paintings, they had never seen Yun Rong's painting movements. "We all know that Brother Yun Xian's painting skills are amazing, but don't be too..." Let's underestimate the enemy.

This lotus has been a common theme for painting since ancient times.There are many people painting lotus, and it is more difficult to stand out. Moreover, lotus has broad leaves and thin stamens. Mr. Pan can't figure out how Yunrong can draw with only a brush as thick as a thumb.

Ji Zhan shook his head, and said with a slight smile: "Those who are good at calligraphy will not choose their brushes, but those who are good at Danqing will do so."

"Brother Ji, find me a dark green paint." Yun Rong continued to write like a god without raising his head.After Ji Zhan found the paint, he looked up, but couldn't help being stunned.

"Xiao Rong, you lotus leaf..." Why is it like this?

"Brother," Yun Rong said with a smile, "don't say it, don't say it."

Half an hour passed in a flash, and Liu Xiucai on the opposite side threw away the paintbrush in his hand, and announced loudly: "I'm done, I'm done!" Just as everyone looked at him, Yun Rong tilted his brush, Put the last touch on He Rui.

"Brother, the painting is finished." Yun Rong raised his head, and met Ji Zhan's beautiful eyes, and his figure was reflected.

"You little daredevil," Ji Zhan's voice suddenly sank for some reason, "I don't even know if there is ink on my cheek." Gently, he pressed his thumb on his cheek and wiped it off.

Yun Rong covered the side of his face, feeling... burning.Until the exclamation of others pulled him back to his sanity.

On the other side, Liu Xiucai's paintings amazed everyone.The method he chose this time is the fine brushwork that he has always been good at, and the time limit. He only painted two half-opened flowers and a few delicate lotus leaves. The color almost restores every detail of the lotus. He used colors so tediously that he changed nearly ten brushes back and forth.

"This... is really a masterpiece, can Yun Rong really defeat Liu Xiucai?" Among the crowd, some people covered their faces with fans and whispered to the people around him.

"I think it's difficult." The other person covered his mouth with his sleeve and replied, "Master Yun is young after all."

Conscience said, Liu Xiucai's painting this time really exhausted his efforts, and it took him [-] minutes to draw it.Until now, he was still dripping with sweat, pouring tea into his mouth while he couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

And the people standing closer to Yun Rong waited until Yun Rong got out of the way, and stepped forward to take a look. After seeing it, some people immediately exclaimed: "This, how can this be done like this!"

And why did this painting surprise everyone so much?In fact, Ji Zhan was a little apprehensive when watching Yun Rong's painting, but when the painting was completed, he had to admire Yun Rong's whimsy.It turned out that Yun Rong only used three ink colors from the beginning to the end of this painting, the black of pine smoke ink, the faint color of rouge concubine and the green of distant mountain moss.It would be fine if the whole painting used different shades of ink, or lotus petals and green lotus leaves in concubine color, which is really normal, but he did the opposite——

What finally appeared in the eyes of everyone was a picture like this: the whole lotus leaf was painted in thick ink, squeezed together as if it couldn't be seen at a glance, and the first few lotus flowers were dotted in light ink, ostentatiously displayed My own nobleness and beauty.And Yunrong used concubine color to dye a large area of ​​lotus leaves, and the deep moss green floated on the edge of the ink lotus - strange, but harmonious and unbelievable.

Everyone seemed to stand in front of the gate of Xijiang Xiaozhu and Qingyu Lake through the fusion of these three colors and the reverse depiction of red and green.