1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 291 Friendship between Zhulan

There are only a few bamboos painted on the scroll, which seem to be the Xiaoxiang concubine outside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

When Luo Tao saw this painting, he remembered a sentence said by Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions", and softly chanted: "I thought about the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and I loved those few bamboo poles with a curved railing hidden, which is better than other places." It feels more peaceful.”

After Luo Tao finished speaking, Chen Xiaoxu looked at this man who was about to reach his thirties with beautiful eyes, a little admired, because she had said this sentence before.

"Mr. Luo is really knowledgeable."

"Hahaha! I can't talk about Bo Wen, but I happen to be deeply impressed by this sentence. This sentence portrays Daiyu's character very accurately." Luo Tao also relies on his good memory and can remember the books he has read well. Never leave.

"Which of you talented girls painted this painting?"

"It's me." The everlasting Sichuan voice.

"Oh, are you still a girl from Sichuan Province?" Luo Tao said with a smile.

Zhang Lichuan is a native of Zhang Lichuan Province. It is said that his family has a long history of learning, and he can be said to be a master of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Yes, yes. Who are you from?" She also used her hometown dialect to chat with Luo Tao.

"I'm from the capital."

"Then you can speak Sichuan dialect. I thought I met a fellow countryman." She said her guess sheepishly.

Everyone was laughing. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, Luo Tao didn't look like an old man in front of them.

Luo Tao is now a bit more like a teacher, and he put forward his own opinions on this painting. "The painting is pretty good, and I have some background in Chinese painting, but there are a lot of problems with this painting."

When Director Wang heard that this "everyone" who also kept his feelings secret, he said, "Can you tell me if there is something wrong?"

Luo Tao didn't know how much Wang Dao thought of him. When it came to painting, Luo Tao really wasn't a master, but when it came to appraising calligraphy and painting, he had less life experience than those old experts.

Zhang Li was also very curious. Many people in the room were curious. It’s no wonder they were curious. They were actors who only started painting for acting, so they naturally knew little about bamboo painting.

"The brushwork is not bold, and the tenacity of the bamboo is missing. These strokes are obviously paused. Also, the bamboo leaves you painted are too lonely. There is a taboo in painting bamboo."

"There are only simple individual character drawings and introduction character drawings, which are too monotonous and unsightly. There are also dividing characters, fish tails, startling crows, falling geese, etc. in the bamboo leaf painting technique. You have a lot to learn." Luo Tao said to Zhang Li Said with a smile.

"Mr. Luo, I know how to draw simply." She was a little embarrassed but replied with a smile.

"If you don't know how to do other things, you can learn slowly. This is a good opportunity, so you must seize it."

"This is also a mistake, that is, the rainy bamboo and the sunny bamboo are mixed. The bamboo in rainy days has slanted branches and low leaves.... The poles interact, and the leaves fly randomly."

"Qingzhu is another painting method. It pays attention to painting Yan leaves, which should be vivid. ... The top of the knot is sealed with large leaves."

"In addition, there is the painting method of snow bamboo. The bamboo in the snow has a cold posture. ...The ink must be thick and the brush must be dry. ...The branches and leaves are broken, and the pole is incomplete. ...The snow is flying, and the powder will be flicked."

Luo Tao talked about the painting methods of sunny, rainy and snowy bamboo. They were all fascinated by it. After regaining their composure, they applauded enthusiastically.

"Thank you Mr. Luo for your advice."

"It's nothing. If you have time, you can read the Qing Dynasty's "Jiang Zifeng's Bamboo Concise Method" and observe more real objects..." Luo Tao was not a smooth talker and also gave some study suggestions.

"I know how to do it. Mr. Luo also paints?" She humbly accepted Luo Tao's suggestion.

"My father is amazing. Grandpa Qi said that my father is amazing." Xiao Shiyue said this out of the blue.

It actually made the whole room burst into laughter. I was almost fascinated by Luo Tao's talk about painting bamboo, and almost forgot about this cute little October.

"You're a good boy at Hu Qin. I think you just deserve a beating." Luo Tao touched his face.

He pouted his mouth a little angrily, thinking I'll help you show your face, but you still want to hit me, is there any reason for this?

His appearance once again made the girls laugh, and the men outside the door didn't understand and laughed too.

When the room was quiet again, Director Wang said enthusiastically: "Mr. Luo, can you also paint one for us?" When Luo Tao saw this situation, he knew he couldn't shirk it, "I like painting orchids, so I will show off my shame today." ”

Fortunately, study hard and practice hard in the past two years!Luo Tao likes orchids, and Mr. Zhang also likes to paint orchids, so Luo Tao has some skills in this.

Not a calligrapher or painter, just a hobby.

With the four treasures of the study already in place, Luo Tao rolled up his sleeves and dipped in ink to test his pen.

I like to paint orchids, but I am angry at painting bamboos.

This means that when painting orchids, the brush should be fresh and smooth, and the brush and ink should be harmonious and rhythmic.

There must also be a circle within a square, a square within a circle, and both square and round.As Su Shi's poem goes: "Strong and graceful, dignified and graceful."

The starting hand is in the three-leaf position: one stroke is like a crescent moon, two strokes cross the phoenix eye, and three strokes break the phoenix eye.

Every stroke must contain priorities, ups and downs, and shades of reality.

What's more, there should be a state where the pen breaks the connection with the idea, and the idea reaches the point where the pen cannot.

After a few strokes, the orchid was outlined, and with a few more strokes, a few orchids appeared to be in bloom.

It was also soaked in ink, and in the left margin, I wrote a sentence describing Miaoyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions" in clear regular script.

"The temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and the talent is more than immortal."

Signed: Presented to the daughters of Daguanyuan.

Year, month and day, and wrote his name.

Luo Tao's debut novel was given away like this.

"Mr. Luo's orchid painting is so artistic, you can enter the room..."

There were endless compliments from all around, and Luo Tao was not modest either. He just smiled. There was nothing to be modest about. Anyway, he would never be reduced to selling paintings to support his family in his life.

A master once said that his painting has arrived: "Sit four and look five, and wait for the future." (Sitting four and looking five is an idiom, sweat.) The painting is really good, but it is a bit lacking in other aspects.

People dare to say this, but I am not just a bowler, so I am afraid of a hammer.

Luo Tao talked with them for a while and then left with Director Wang and the others.

The daughters from Grand View Garden also came out to see her off, some of them were bold. For example, the seemingly delicate sister Lin was very bold and touched little October's face several times.

Little October was troubled by this and shook his head in annoyance.

Seeing him like this, Luo Tao really wanted to say: Dad, I also want such happiness.

When he arrived at the reception area, Zhu Lin said, "Why have you been here so long?"

Looking outside again, there are many people outside the door, "What's wrong with Director Wang?"

"It's okay, Mr. Luo opened our eyes..."

He explained it carefully to a few people who didn't know anything about it, and even took out the painting "Molan" painted by Luo Tao.

Qi and Zhu both praised Luo Tao when they saw the painting, saying that the orchids he painted had his own style, and insisted that before the age of 70, it would be possible to "be able to stand at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance."

Luo Tao is very unfazed by such praise. To put it bluntly, it means that he can live longer than anyone else, and he can become an "artist" if he lives longer.

As the sun set and the twilight gradually rose, Luo Tao and his party declined the invitation of the crew of "Dream of Red Mansions" and drove home by car while it was still dark.

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