technical type

"Is this ink?"

A small clay pot was opened, and the black paint contained in it had a rotten smell, which was not the same as the smell of ink, and it was even more offensive.

Ji Mo twisted his nose and took two steps back, always feeling that the smell was still in his nasal cavity, rushing straight to his brain, making people feel excited all over.

"Hey, this is rare, don't get it on your hands." Uncle Li smiled and pulled the finished paper figurine. The paper figurine he made this time is not tall, even a little short, like a five or six-year-old child The same, with complete arms and legs, lift it up and put it on the table, Su Mian's head can be easily separated anyway.

That kind of feeling is a bit strange, as if a man and a woman can be distinguished only by their face, regardless of their figure.

He took out a neat brush and painted on the body of the paper figurine with black paint. Uncle Li was skillful, and he quickly outlined a black robe and jacket with a pair of black trousers and a head with a skillful technique. The black hair has become two small pulls, vivid, and there is a figure of eight bangs, and black eyebrows.

The eyes were outlined as a line, but the eye sockets were not drawn. Instead, I changed the pen and dipped the red paint to paint the lips. The bright red lips were shaped like small cherry mouths, which was a bit weird.

Ji Mo looked like he wanted to laugh, wouldn't it be enough to draw a mouth normally?How to make it like this, it seems to be some kind of ancient imitation makeup, what scratches the beauty's face, what pearl makeup, you can't see where it looks good, you can't get that point.

I have been to the town a few times, and Ji Mo has also seen the makeup looks of ancient women. It is nothing more than ordinary people. They don’t have much money for gouache. The ladies and ladies walking here also painted their lips red, but they have never seen such a standard cherry mouth.

Reach out and compare with your own nail cover, which is the level of the thumb nail cover.

With a "snap", the back of his hand was slapped, and Uncle Li reprimanded Ji Mo: "Don't touch it with your hands!"

"Oh, I didn't touch it. I just measured it. This mouth is too small. The proportions are not right."

Although he is a painter of the soul, he has been impressed by his ears and eyes. It is not that he has never seen what a good painting should be like. Ji Mo, who pays more attention to realism, actually appreciates the realism of sketches, lines, composition, he can't tell one, two, three Four, but depending on which one is pleasing to the eye and which one is better, I can still say a few words. The most discussable thing is probably the proportion.

Normal people can see problems such as big face, thick arms, thin legs and long neck, and the coordination and incoordination of facial features are also easy to judge.

"What do you know?!"

Uncle Li is very serious about this matter, and can't tolerate Ji Mo's nonsense, "This kind of paper man, the smaller the mouth, the better, and the redder the better. If you want such a big mouth, bloody mouth, what are you going to eat!"

"The paper figurine still has to think about eating and drinking?" Ji Mo curled his lips, actually fooling a child.

He had heard from Uncle Li before that the paper figurines that were buried with him were just the ones that were burned. They were the most common ones that Uncle Li often made. They were all used for burning. , whoever is its master, the kind that takes orders from others.

The ones that are a little more valuable are the more advanced paper figurines that can be buried with them. They are probably similar to Qin Shihuang’s terracotta warriors and horses. Go up and put on a coat, so as not to be blown away by the wind, but that is a trap, once you put it on, you will be someone else's slave.

If the grade is a little higher, it is probably what it is now, and there must be another way to say it.

This is just to fool the children, Ji Mo thought so, but he still couldn't hide his curiosity, wanting to know how it would be different.

At this time, Uncle Li has finished smearing the boy boy, except for a pair of eyes, the rest, even the red spots between the eyebrows.

Remove the paper figurine, put it on the shelf in front of the window to dry in the shade, then move the virgin girl up on the table, pick up the black pen to draw again, the girl's clothes will be more trendy, draw a little more carefully, and leave some blank space Like the lace pattern, it looks good.

The two small braids were docilely stuck to her chest, and she felt cute without looking at her facial features.

"Master, you draw really well!"

Ji Mo sincerely praised him, he is really not good at painting, and Uncle Li's consistent performance is not very good, who can't paint a lot of paint!

Now, seeing this kind of lace-like pattern suddenly, it's amazing, and looking at Uncle Li's eyes is pure admiration, I can't tell, the old man is still hiding something.

Uncle Li was overjoyed by the praise, so he suppressed his complacency and finished painting the facial features on his hand. The eyebrows are slightly thinner and more curved, the outline of the eyes is larger, the same small cherry mouth, and the same empty eyes are not painted. Take out the pen and put it aside to dry in the shade.

Most of the preliminary work has been completed here. Uncle Li packed up the paint on the table and put away the unused ones. The brushes were washed separately and dried in the shade. Ji Mo rolled up the excess paper and stuffed it under the cabinet first, waiting for confirmation No need to fill it up, just burn it directly.

"Good paper, what to do after burning it, save it for next time, it won't take so long."

Ji Mo has the attributes of being diligent and thrifty in housekeeping, so he has long complained about Uncle Li's waste.

"Can this be kept? It's not too bad luck." Uncle Li stared at him, fearing that Ji Mo would not follow his orders, and told him, "Don't keep it secretly, let me find out and put it away." Your ass is cracked in two."

"Buttocks are originally two petals!"

Ji Mo muttered softly and stuffed the paper. He didn't like the paper at all this time. The faint smell always seemed to be lingering in his nasal cavity, and it seemed a bit smeared from being completely dry to the touch. It feels damp, and I always feel that it will become moldy if left for a long time.

After the things were cleaned up, it was time to explain. Uncle Li did not specifically say how the paper or paint was made, but the purpose of this kind of paper figurine.

The two were said in the courtyard. Uncle Li was making paper figurines early in the morning. He started work when it was still daylight. Now, the sun has come out, and the warm sunlight is spreading in the small courtyard. The wet air seemed to be swept away.

"Our paper-making people generally don't make this kind of paper figurines."

This was the first sentence Uncle Li said, and then he told a story to Ji Mo. When he was talking, the two of them were holding a steamed bun and gnawed. They missed their morning meal, and it was not time for lunch. Chow down on a cornbread.

The story has always been in the Liao Zhai series, which is more mysterious. It is not about the origin of this kind of paper figurine, such as who invented it, but about the purpose of this kind of paper figurine—it is used to restrain the soul.

Ji Mo summed it up. According to Uncle Li, he can only make three kinds of paper figurines. The most common grade is the kind that will be burned. It is a waste to use good paper, and the middle grade is to be buried with you. A trap that can lure lonely ghosts into living and then be driven.

The most high-end is the current semi-finished product, which can take the initiative to arrest the soul of a person, and then drive it to do some simple things, be a spy or something, probably like this.

Uncle Li was talking about the years of war, when a paper maker made this kind of paper figurines to explore the way. With the help of the paper figurines, he avoided all the soldiers and bandits. Misfortune, I found a livable place in peace.

This story is relatively new, and Ji Mo has never heard of it before. He listened to it for the first time, and asked very seriously, "Can this paper man talk?"

"What do you say, you've become a soul, what can you say?" Uncle Li and Ji Mo's thoughts are always at odds, and I don't know where he came up with this question.

"The arms and legs of the paper figurine can move?" Ji Mo recalled, this kind of paper figurine can indeed see the legs, and the girl has an extra piece of paper at the front and back, which is convenient for wearing a skirt, and there are actually two legs inside , but it's made of paper, so it's hard to walk.

The same is true for the two arms. They are indeed hands hanging on the chest, but they have no joints, so the arms cannot move.

Uncle Li rolled his eyes at him, swallowed the cornbread in his mouth, and took a sip of water: "Why do you move, you haven't seen what it looks like?"

"Then, how does it guide people? It can't speak or use gestures. Besides, how does it move forward? Such thick paper can't fly even in the wind."

Ji Mo picked out the key point and the loophole in the story.

Uncle Li was dumbfounded. How did he know that he had never used it before, so he glared at Ji Mo angrily: "Why do you have so many questions, ask me, why can't you listen honestly?"

Ji Mo looked aggrieved, he only listened honestly to have these problems!

After the story was finished, Uncle Li’s professional knowledge lecture lost all interest. I wanted to say something more, but seeing Ji Mo’s stupid look, I didn’t want to say anything at all. Why did he accept such a disciple? Smart and energetic.

At noon, the father and I had a good meal, and when it was dinner time, Yang Feng came and brought a piece of sauced beef. Lao Yuan Ji Mo's little nose smelled the meat, and he walked around back and forth, Seeing that Yang Feng went to the kitchen to cook without hesitation, the knife made it shine, and the meat slices were neatly cut and placed on the plate after a while.

Two bottles of small wine, Uncle Li and Yang Feng each have a bottle, Ji Mo is sitting on the table, he is purely a meat eater, he is still in the habit of giving Uncle Li a slice before eating one, he eats quickly, Uncle Li But he wants to drink, take a few beats, and after a while, the beef in Uncle Li's bowl will start to sharpen, but the meat on the plate is not much less. After three laps, at first glance, it seems that there is not much missing.

Yang Feng saw it, smiled and praised Uncle Li for finding a good apprentice, Uncle Li glanced at the sharp beef slices in the bowl with distaste: "That's all right, all right, you eat it yourself, it's like you've never eaten meat, it's your fault ?”

"Isn't this the third brother-in-law, and he's not an outsider, so I won't take offense. Let's eat happily, and the third brother-in-law is also happy to see it!" Ji Mo smiled and praised Yang Feng.

It is really not easy for farmers to eat beef. Slaughtering cattle is illegal, and ordinary people really can't do this job.

"I'm happy, of course I'm happy." Yang Feng offered another glass of wine to Uncle Li, and said with a smile, "Ji Mo is right, eat and drink well, you are also my uncle, eating meat and drinking with the younger generation, what is there to hide , we are a family!"

Yang Feng kept flirting, Uncle Li didn't stop talking, he drank and ate meat, but he didn't respond, and when he was full, he kicked Ji Mo off the table and let him go to sleep, Yang Feng was called aside, After collecting the two paper figurines, they left in the dark.