My Identity As A Schoolmaster Has Been Exposed

Chapter 160: Can You Make It That Way?

In the middle of the night, where can I find pen, ink, paper and inkstone to paint for you? Net gives people a problem!

But Gong Changqing doesn’t think so. Now Xu Cong is willing to paint another painting, which is really great. So after half an hour out, he really found pen, ink, paper and inkstone!

“coming!”

When he took the things back, Xu Cong spread out the rice paper and immediately prepared to draw with a brush. He still painted bamboo.

But this time, he was serious!

Wu Liubai, Qian Yuejiang, and Sun Jianhua, these three are also full of energy at this time, and their eyes are fixed on Xu Cong’s hands, not at all sleepy.

Of course, they dare not get sleepy!

They were holding their breath and watching Xu Cong’s painting. Don’t mention too much excitement. They missed it at this time, but it’s really a great regret in life.

Xu Cong squinted his eyes slightly, started to get started, and play at will!

In his pen, the thin bamboo is highlighted, and everything can be embellished with ink without a little bit of color.

Sun Jianhua looked at the paintings that were gradually being outlined, his eyes lighted up, and he muttered: “The composition is messy and not messy, but it is dense and dense… Use the ink in a light and dark color to work together…”

He couldn’t help but praise, and couldn’t help but breathe in cold air. At this time, he didn’t know what adjectives to use to describe his inner shock.

Qian Yuejiang and Wu Liubai glanced at each other, and they almost uttered the phrase “I am the same too”!

Sun Jianhua narrowed his eyes and continued: “The body covered with bamboo, thin and lonely, with branches and branches proud of snow, steadily in the sky, like a gentleman, not vulgar.”

“Therefore, the painting of bamboo in Banqiao is not specifically for the god of bamboo writing, but also for bamboo sketching.”

“Skinny, loneliness and tallness are the gods; heroic Lingyun is life.”

These words he said are the original words of Zheng Banqiao, Sheng, referring to the external image of bamboo! God, referring to the inner temperament!

Bi Xiao, a god of form, empathizes with objects and holds objects with meaning, which can enhance artistic appeal.

Looking at the other two big guys standing aside, they also agree with each other.

Wu Liubai: The same for me!

Qian Yuejiang: The same for me!

Sun Jianhua used Zheng Banqiao’s words to refer to the exquisiteness of Xu Cong’s paintings, which made Wu Liubai and Qian Yuejiang poor for a while!

Isn’t it too cheap to praise one well? Anything else is not worthy of Xu Cong’s painting.

The two of them looked at Sun Jianhua’s eyes, and they were all surprised. Can we give us a little bit of room to play? No matter how you look at it, I think you are deliberately gagging our mouths! !

Under Xu Cong’s pen, is this painting gradually completed? Sun Jianhua looked at it carefully, and couldn’t help but said again: “Thin and not messy, many but not mixed.”

The bamboo branches are thin, but they don’t look messy!

There are many bamboo leaves, but they don’t look complicated!

Zheng Banqiao’s bamboo paintings have always been the heart and soul of Chinese painting lovers. Because of his love for Zheng Banqiao’s paintings, Xu Beihong also added a few strokes to his paintings.

This matter is quite controversial. Many people think that he is superfluous and failing, because it is simply too difficult to add more bricks to a masterpiece painting after it is completed.

With the end of Xu Cong’s last stroke, a piece of ink bamboo is completed.

Then he raised his head to look at several big bosses, and asked: “Does it need to be stamped?”

Qian Yuejiang’s heart twitched, and said excitedly: “The seal I gave you, have you always brought it with you?”

“Forehead.……”

Xu Cong was a little embarrassed, it was a coincidence that he kept carrying that.

In fact, Xu Cong forgot to take it out of his schoolbag last time. He has never taken it out of it. This time, he brought it back. I didn’t expect it to be really useful.

“Gai! It’s going to be stamped!”

“In addition, do you need to mention a few words?”

Xu Cong gave him a blank look, and said angrily: “Is he looking at my paintings or my characters?”

Everyone was speechless for a while, indeed, this time it was a painting, and there was no need to write some more words, not to mention that the painting was not intended to be inscribed.

Xu Cong added: “The blank space of this painting is suitable, not suitable for adding words. It is already the limit to have a stamp.”

Everyone didn’t say a word, you are professional in painting and calligraphy! We are all scum!

What you say counts, what you say counts!! !

Xu Cong looked at Gong Changqing, smiled at him and said, “Taiwan Chief Gong, all right!”

“Good good!”

Gong Changqing grabbed Xu Cong’s hand and said excitedly: “You don’t say thank you for your great grace! You don’t say thank you for your great grace! Teacher Xu, I’ll do it first! I will definitely come back tomorrow morning!”

Just when he was about to leave with this painting, Xu Cong stopped him: “Wait!”

Gong Changqing turned his head, his face was full of questions: “?”

Could it be that he wanted to repent and didn’t give it?

Everyone’s hearts were tense, but then Xu Cong said, “Wait.”

Wow…!

The two words, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, made Gong Changqing goose bumps all over his body.

Yes, this painting has just been painted, and the ink on it hasn’t dried yet. If it is taken like this, the painting will definitely be ruined.

“Hi…S…OK! I’m waiting!”

Xu Cong didn’t nod his head, Gong Changqing just waited until Xu Cong nodded his head before he left with the painting.

In the eyes of outsiders, Gong Changqing is the director, but here, in front of the lineup, except for Zhao Gensheng, which of the three can not crush him? And they can’t wait to hold on to Xu Cong all the time!

“Let’s go! Be safe on the road.”

Gong Changqing held the painting in both hands, rolled it up, and walked away cautiously.

This matter must make some progress that night, otherwise, his problem will be big, watching Gong Changqing leave in a hurry.

Xu Cong finished the painting, and was a little tired. He stretched his waist and looked at the expressions of these three elderly people. Xu Cong had a bad feeling.

“I’m sleepy! Three! Rest! Good night…” he said immediately.

But they didn’t give it, and began to beat them sideways, letting Xu Cong understand what they were saying.

“Xu Cong, there is so much ink left here, use it! Don’t waste it!”

Xu Cong looked at the three big guys and said to them: “Please let me go!”

“It only takes you more than ten minutes to paint a picture! Let’s have a few more pictures!”

“We are the same as that, we like your paintings, nothing else! We really like them!”

Xu Cong was so desperate that he had to pick up the brush and paint again.

After the last painting, these old men still didn’t let themselves go, dragging themselves to chat, Xu Cong couldn’t stand it anymore. , Sighed, and said to them: “I’m talking about three, aren’t you sleepy?”

These three are very able to survive, so they smiled and said to him: “Should young people not be able to survive better? You young people should be more energetic!”

Xu Cong immediately wanted to give them an extraterrestrial language plus three-character scripture, so that they could experience the profoundness and profoundness of Chinese learning.

Be yours!

Finally, Xu Cong went to sleep at two or three o’clock, and he slept until 11 o’clock in the morning.