Painter

Chapter 40: Forty

The white cat on the paper flutters the candle, just like the real thing.The painting skills are exquisite, but there is no trace of craftsmanship.The pigments used generally include green market, lacquer gold, cinnabar, and thick and light inks. The colors blended by these pigments are too arbitrary and do not match the quality of the whole painting. The painter did not pay much attention or deliberately when painting. hide clumsy.

Looking closely at the running brushwork in the painting, Xu Yingqiu was even more amazed.The academy painting school has always paid attention to carving, so that it cannot be completed in one go, so the artistic conception cannot be integrated.This painting is skillful to the extreme, but also has a sense of nature.

The viewers talked a lot.

"This painting is indeed lifelike, and it is the best among the paintings in the academy."

"The raccoon doesn't know the hardships of life, and only uses the candlelight as a firefly. Ying Qiu's poems are still so intriguing."

"The ink marks on this poem are still fresh, and I think it was written by Ying Qiu recently."

Zhong Huaiyu listened to everyone's discussion, and thought that although you scholars have great literary talents, they are not far behind when it comes to calligraphy and painting appreciation.Looking at Xu Yingqiu again, his complexion was not as free and easy as before, but solemn.

Zhong Huaiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he lost the mood for joking, feeling uneasy for a moment, thinking that he had offended Mr. Xu.

Others commented:
"Why didn't Ying Qiu tell the story of this painting?"

"To be able to paint so rigorously, it must be a master of the academy. Is it Wang Sixun's painting?"

"How could it be Wang Sixun? Wang Sixun is good at painting ladies, but not birds and beasts."

"It must be Chen Hong. Chen Hong has always written lightly and used bright colors. This cat play candle painting is vivid and vivid, which is exactly his style..."

Xu Yingqiu was seeing the inscription of "myself".Those who are good at drawing must also have good calligraphy, and Xu Yingqiu couldn't take his eyes off of this calligraphy.It's not because the characters are well written, it's just that the artist imitated his handwriting perfectly.A strange idea came to Xu Yingqiu's mind - this guy seems to have often fabricated his inscriptions.

He touched the "Xu Yingqiu seal" under the inscribed poem again, and it was smooth to the touch, and it was not printed at all.Come on, it's also painted.Xu Yingqiu smiled wryly and felt admiration. He sighed, "This is a fake."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Zhong Huaiyu in surprise.Zhong Huaiyu blushed, smiled awkwardly, and pretended to look at the residual lotus in the pond.

Someone laughed and said, "After making a fuss for a long time, you gentlemen actually saw a fake and said that they would be laughed at."

"It's also to blame that the painter does have some skills."

"Unfortunately, the painting itself is not bad, but the fake inscription is self-defeating."

"If this painting can be less ingenious..."

"This is the case with courtyard paintings. Once you pay attention to carving, you will inevitably be contaminated with craftsmanship."

Zhong Huaiyu watched the remnant lotus in the pond, and thought that all the famous people would also see the wind and make the rudder.

Han Xuandi, who was snoring by the railing, turned over to open his dim eyes, yawned, and clicked his tongue again.

Cao Yun approached and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you have something to say?"

Han Xuandi stared at Cao Yun in bewilderment, thought for a while, and then pointed at him and said, "You are Cao... Cao..."

"Cao Yun!" Cao Yun chuckled. When he was still serving as a prisoner, Han Xuandi was still at the stage of prosperity. Although the two knew each other, they were not familiar with each other.

"Yes, yes, Cao Yun!" Han Xuandi's eyes lit up, and he took Cao Yun's hand, "How is my playing the music of breaking the array?"

When Cao Yun came, Han Xuandi was already drunk, but he still smiled and complimented: "Wonderful, wonderful!"

Han Xuandi laughed, "Okay, okay! It's better for you to know the goods, come here, this Mingqi is a rare good piano, listen to me play again..."

"How dare you let my master play the piano for me..." Cao Yun was about to pull his hands away, but Han Xuandi's hands were as tight as iron hoops. He quickly laughed and said, "The song just now is still in my ears, and I will not be happy if I listen to it again. !"

Han Xuandi was taken aback, pointed at Cao Yun a few times, shook his head and laughed, "You, you." After speaking, he yawned, his eyes blurred again.

Seeing that Han Xuandi was about to fall asleep, Cao Yun hurriedly asked, "Don't you want to see the paintings over there?"

Han Xuandi glanced over there, picked up his ears with his fingers, and murmured: "Writing and painting, writing and painting, strive to penetrate the literary heart. There are a few literati in the world who have a noble spirit in their chests. After finally catching a trace of heroic spirit, just Get one... in one go, so, don't seek...likeness...there is no time to seek similarity...as soon as you stop and carve, the breath will dissipate...don't seek similarity, but just can't, deliberately don't seek similarity...go astray, Going astray...Having both form and spirit...It's not easy..." As he spoke, his voice became more and more blurred, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Cao Yun heard the words "both form and spirit", he was suddenly enlightened, and when he looked at the painting, he had a different feeling.

Beside the table, Xu Yingqiu raised his head and said to Su Xiang: "Can Jiang Zhen ask someone to bring a pen and ink?"

Su Xiang asked, "What is Ying Qiu going to do?"

Xu Yingqiu smiled, "Although this painting is a fake, if I can meet the artist, I would not hesitate to write a poem for him."

Zhao Sicheng was stunned and said, "Ying Qiu means..."

Xu Yingqiu said: "This painting has both form and spirit, and the painter's realm is extraordinary. I don't know why, but he wants to forge my poem. But it just so happens that although there is already a poem on this painting, I just inscribe another sentence to make it together. First, this painting is no longer a fake."

　I haven't figured out how to compose a poem yet, but fortunately, the knife technique is exquisite, hehe, I can save it for tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)