God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 424

When Xu Jingxing talked about Sun Mengmeng's craftsmanship with Qian Dong and the others the afternoon before yesterday, he said, "It's amazing to be able to make a simple chess pot to the extreme." I kept it in my heart, and showed it off in front of Sun Mengmeng.

But he didn't expose it, just smiled and watched Qian Dong showing off in front of Sun Mengmeng like a peacock with its tail open.

Sun Mengmeng just laughed, and practiced mud while laughing. It can be seen that Sun Mengmeng's mud practice is a bit worse than Tang Xianhai's, a little jerky, and a bit strenuous. After all, she is a girl. There are natural defects, but she is very serious in her work, and soon she is sweating, her fair face is covered with blush, and some fine beads of sweat ooze from the tip of her nose and forehead, she looks really lovely.

But Sun Mengmeng didn't notice it, she was still concentrating on practicing clay, and occasionally raised her sleeve to wipe it.

Sun Mengmeng had no other intentions, but Qian Dong's soul was almost taken away, his eyes were fixed on Sun Mengmeng, and his saliva was about to flow out.

It's no wonder that Qian Dong lost his composure. It's because Sun Mengmeng's current appearance is really attractive. It's not that Sun Mengmeng is sexy, but that she inadvertently exudes the demeanor of a good wife and loving mother. People of all ages are just too tempting.

Not to mention Qian Dong, even Xu Jingxing's heart beat faster when he saw Sun Mengmeng wiping his sweat with his sleeve.

But Sun Mengmeng was really concentrating, all her attention was focused on the purple clay in her hand, she didn't even raise her head, so naturally she didn't notice their reaction.It wasn't until she beat that piece of downhill mud again that she stopped, raised her head and smiled at the few people: "This work is so tiring, every time I practice mud, I want to die."

Qian Dong hurriedly said, "I'll help you."

Sun Mengmeng blinked her big eyes, and said with a smile: "This is a technical job," implying that Qian Dong couldn't do it, but in fact it meant rejecting Qian Dong.

But Qian Dong didn't think so much at this time, and said with a smile: "I can learn, Mengmeng girl, you teach me, I, I will pay for the tuition..."

"I'm not a beginner myself, so I'm not qualified to accept apprentices." Sun Mengmeng once again rejected Qian Dong's overture without any trace, and then said directly to Xu Jingxing without waiting for Qian Dong to speak: "Little Master Xu, do you know this person?" Mud?"

Xu Jingxing nodded, "Looking at the color, it should be Jiangpo mud."

"Awesome, you can recognize this," Sun Mengmeng gave a thumbs up, and skillfully cut the required clay pieces as she spoke. The structure of the chess pot is much simpler than that of a teapot. There is a round negative, a A rectangular body piece will suffice.

Roll up the rectangular body and connect it well, and then start to play the body tube. Use wooden rackets with palms and turntables to shape the body. In less than 10 minutes, the straight up and down body tube becomes a standard tank shape.Then it is to fill up the negative film, stick it with grease mud, and then start to smooth it, which is similar to doing sculpture.

After the polishing process is completed, a standard chess jar can be fired in the kiln, but on Sun Mengmeng's side, there is another process, writing and drawing, which is also the selling point of these chess jars made by Sun Mengmeng.If it weren't for Sun Mengmeng's calligraphy and painting skills, none of these chess pots might be sold.

Sun Mengmeng prepared the gold paint carefully, looked at the chess pot for a moment, then turned her head and asked, "Master Xu, what would you like to paint?"

Xu Jingxing was a little speechless, didn't this girl bring hatred to him?

Turning to look at Qian Dong, sure enough, the way Qian Dong looked at him was not right, the way he looked at him was similar to looking at his wife and enemy.

Of course, he wouldn't be timid because of this, he thought for a while, and asked with a smile: "Have you heard the story of the Juzhong Chess Fairy?"

"Juzhong Chess Fairy?" Sun Mengmeng blinked, then turned to look at Chen Huiyun and An Xin.

Chen Huiyun and An Xin shook their heads blankly, expressing that they had never heard of it.

As for Qian Dong, don't even ask.

Seeing this, Xu Jingxing said with a smile: "This story is similar to the legend of Mount Lanke, but there was an orange farmer in Sichuan and Sichuan. There was a large orange tree in his house. In autumn, there were two big and red oranges on the tree. Generally, the oranges are much bigger, so they are not willing to take them off. They have been hanging on the tree all the time, but from autumn to winter, the two oranges not only did not break, but became redder, bigger and brighter. At night, there are lights inside the oranges. And the voices came, very magical.

The orange grower was suspicious, so he picked both oranges and opened them. There was no pulp inside, but two pairs of old men were playing chess. The two pairs of old men continued to play chess until the end of the game. One of the old men said that they It was from Shangshan. Another old man said, "Although the orange room is good, it is still destroyed. Its fate is over, and I should go."

Only at this time did the orange farmer know that he had met the gods from Shangshan, but he disturbed the fun of the gods’ game because he picked the oranges recklessly, so he said that the fate was over, regretted it, but there was nothing he could do , but this story has been handed down like this. This is the story of Juzhong Chess Fairy. "

Sun Mengmeng happily asked: "You mean, draw this story?"

"Don't you think it's very interesting? And the imagery is quite strong," Xu Jingxing said with a smile.

"Then how do you compose the picture?" Sun Mengmeng asked urgently.

"Draw an orange tree on a chess jar, draw a huge orange on each tree, open a window on the orange, and draw two villains who concentrate on playing chess inside, how simple it is."

"But what if others don't understand?"

"Need everyone to understand?" Xu Jingxing asked back.

Sun Mengmeng paused when she heard the words, and nodded, "I understand."

Xu Jingxing's question is a bit unkind, but to put it bluntly, it is actually simple. There is really no need for art works to be understood by everyone, because the vast majority of people in this world are illiterate in art , the ability to appreciate art is almost zero, and there are only two words to evaluate a work of art, "really beautiful" and "really ugly".

So there is no need to accommodate one's own creation for the sake of those who don't understand art, that is tantamount to self-restraint.

In a situation like Sun Mengmeng's, is it because this story is relatively unpopular that he didn't draw it?
It’s fine if the story is boring, but the story here has a strong sense of imagery, which may sound like nothing to read, but when it is turned into a painting, the strong interesting effect is very strong, even if People who don't understand can't help but smile knowingly when they see the two old men hiding in the orange and playing chess.

That is to say, it doesn't matter whether the reader has heard the story of Juzhong Chess Fairy or not, and can understand the picture, as long as the painting is good.

That's why Xu Jingxing asked Sun Mengmeng that.

(End of this chapter)