Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 532 Not as Good at Painting as Teacher Xu

Fang Keyin unfolded the painting slowly, and everyone stretched out their heads to look at it, especially Zhang Zhong, who was aroused by Fang Keyin and He Ruchu's inexplicable operation just now, and wanted to see what Fang Keyin said What the hell is a "clumsy work".

The painting unfolds from right to left, and after passing through the blank space in front, a little bit of ink and wash is revealed.

Looking down, you can see a mountain, a mountain with teeth and claws.

That's right, the mountain that was exposed first gave Zhang Zhong the feeling that it was showing its teeth and claws, and the mountain was strange and dangerous.

But obviously this painting is more than one mountain. After this mountain, there are another mountain after another. In addition to the mountain, there is also water.

In fact, there is no water in the painting, but there is a small boat at the foot of the mountain.

This is the expression of art, as long as you draw a boat, you can feel that there is water.

After the whole painting was unfolded, Zhang Zhong felt that the landscape seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

At the same time, he really couldn't understand why Fang Keyin showed him the painting.

Does this painting have anything to do with me?

"Brother Zhang Chong, I don't know how you feel after seeing Fang's clumsy painting?" Fang Keyin looked at Zhang Chong and asked.

And Zhang Zhong saw a glimmer of hope in Fang Keyin's eyes.

look forward to?

This is why, Fang Keyin is a master of landscape painting, this painting has a profound artistic conception and is very strong.What on earth is he looking forward to? It can't be that he, a layman, will evaluate his paintings.

"Old Fang, what are you?"

Fang Keyin asked urgently, "Could it be that after looking at this painting, you don't have anything to say or express, such as thinking of a certain poem, maybe you wrote this poem?"

This made it very clear, and Zhang Zhong suddenly remembered where he had seen this mountain and water, which seemed to be from Baiyue.

"Let me remind you, the mountains and rivers of the Jiang country are far away, and the scenery of Baiyue is unique and pleasant." Fang Keyin said again.

Zhang Zhong completely understood that Fang Keyin who dared to love had heard the poem he wrote in Baiyue.

"I didn't expect me to do graffiti casually at that time, but it fell into the ears of Mr. Fang. I laughed."

"So, you really wrote this poem? At the time when the tour guide told me, I was skeptical, but now I got the answer. To tell you the truth, this painting was drawn after listening to this poem, so I I have always wanted to write this poem in the blank space at the back, since this poem is really yours, I would like to ask for a poem, and I hope you can fulfill my request." Fang Keyin said.

Zhang Zhong suddenly realized that Fang Keyin had listened to the whole poem from Yang Kai.

This can be regarded as a kind of fate, and it is also a beautiful thing for Fang Keyin to be able to listen to the poem and paint.

"It's easy to do, but we don't have a pen now."

He Ruchu smiled and said, "Don't worry about that, Brother Fang has already prepared and brought everything."

Fang Keyin actually took out an unopened brush and a small bottle of ink from his pocket.

"I didn't bring an inkstone, so I can only take a bowl and dish to make ends meet."

Fang Keyin found dishes, poured ink on it, and began to write by himself.

After finishing opening the pen, he handed the pen to Zhang Zhong, "Thank you."

Zhang Zhong took the pen, tried the ink, tried the pen again, and finally wrote in the blank space.

After finishing a poem, he didn't sign it, but looked at Fang Keyin, "Old Fang, I think of another sentence, I wonder if I can write it down."

Fang Keyin said with a smile, "Don't worry too much, just write if you want."

Zhang Chong smiled, and wrote after a while: "Chushui is so rippling, and the famous mountains are rugged."

After writing this sentence, he wrote the signature next to it.

In fact, this sentence is just a poem that popped up in my mind when I saw Fang Keyin slowly unfolding the picture scroll. The general meaning of this poem is: the lake is rippling, and the mountains and mountains are endless.

Now I know that the painting in this painting is the scenery of Baiyue, which also confirms this poem, because the water in Baiyue is also the water of Chu.

Xu Yuhan pointed to the poem and said, "How do you pronounce these two words and what do they mean?"

Zhang Zhong explained, "These two characters are pronounced yao and qin respectively, and they mean far-reaching and rugged."

"Oh, that's it." Xu Yuhan said apologetically to He Ruchu and the others, "I'm sorry, I don't know you well, I made some of you laugh."

But Fang Keyin waved his hand and said, "Don't say it, I want to ask if you don't ask, and I don't know this word."

In fact, the reason Xu Yuhan asked was because he was afraid that the word was too uncommon. Why would they feel ashamed if they didn't know it at the beginning? He deliberately asked it first so that the scene would not be embarrassing. I didn't expect Fang Keyin to be so free and easy, and directly said that he didn't know it himself. .

This is what true masters do, they don’t pretend to understand. This reminds Zhang Zhong of the two “writers” he met in England before. Compared with Fang Keyin and the others, they are really different.

He Ruchu smiled and said, "Brother Fang, you made a lot of money. You got the poem and added a sentence. I think the meaning of this sentence is simple, but it fits well with the intention of this painting."

He pointed to the first mountain on the right side of the painting and said, "According to me, this sentence should be written on this mountain, and this mountain is the most rugged in the whole painting."

Fang Keyin curled his mouth and said, "Old He, you are talking nonsense, how can you write the postscript on it?"

He saw Pengpeng staring at the painting on the edge of the table again, and said with a smile, "Little girl, do you also like painting?"

Pengpeng said, "Well, I usually draw too."

"Oh, do you think this painting looks good?" Fang Keyin teased her.

"Quite good looking."

After speaking, Pengpeng ran back to Zhang Zhong, and whispered in Zhang Zhong's ear, "I don't think Mr. Xu's mountain paintings are as good-looking."

Zhang Chong looked at his daughter, this girl has changed a lot, if she used to, she would probably say this directly, but now she knows how to take care of other people's face.

As for her feeling that the mountains painted by Xu Yuhan are more beautiful, Zhang Zhong also thinks it is normal. After all, the appreciation of Chinese paintings is too demanding. Although Peng Peng is still a child, she is still a child. Of course, in her eyes, it is Xu Yuhan's paintings. The dense mountains look better.

He Ruchu said, "Don't underestimate Pengpeng. I have seen a few of her paintings. Although the technique is very immature, the color style is very unique and the personal consciousness is also very strong."

Wu Ziyun said with a smile, "Skills are secondary. If you can maintain your unique personal style, you will definitely be able to forge your own path in the future."

Fang Keyin chuckled, "It's rare for you, a representative of hyperrealism, to say such things."

"Mr. Fang, what you said made me narrow-minded." Wu Ziyun said with a smile, "Since the little girl wants to learn oil painting, you can come to our Yangmei to see in the future, and then uncle will show you other big brothers and sisters." Sister's painting, see if there is anything you like."

(End of this chapter)