Soul Painter

Although Gao Fan claimed to be competing.

But Feng Yuan didn't think Gao Fan had any possibility of victory.

Not to mention that Feng Yuan has spent a year facing "The Fragment of Red Mansions", using a penance method to improve his meticulous brushwork skills to a point he could not have imagined a year ago.

Feng Yuan knows something about his masterful level. Although he is a master of fame, he belongs to the oil painting series, and his talents are not fake, but he can only be at the basic level of meticulous brushwork. How could he have won himself? Woolen cloth?

Unless there is another way...

Sure enough, I saw Gao Fan in this scene without painting on the rice paper laid out on the table.

Instead, he took out a piece of hard paper and spread it on the table. Facing the "fragmented red mansion scroll", I began to use a charcoal pen to depict the characters of the red mansion on the fragmented scroll. Seeing a few simple strokes, a character on a fragment of a scroll has been vividly imprinted on the paper.

Hey, this is cheating!

Feng Yuan's eyes widened, and he said, "How can you use your sketching skills?"

However, he hasn't waited for Feng Yuan to say anything.

Snapped!

There was a clear applause in the study.

Feng Yuan watched as a dark red palm print appeared on Gao Fan's face.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Fan muttered to himself: "It really doesn't work..."

...

When Xin Wei knocked on Feng Yuan's door.

Standing at the door is Bao Bao Feng.

Look at Baby Feng's 170 cm slim figure and those big long legs.

Xin Wei was a little upset right away.

She had actually noticed it a long time ago. Gao Fan especially likes to look at girls' legs and waist. He said that it was because the lines were beautiful and could be painted, but it is also true that Xin Wei 160 is relatively short.

The two girls exchanged their eyes cautiously, like two proud swans looking forward to each other. One thought that I was tall and good, and the other thought that I was beautiful.

However, the sense of competition in the subconscious will not be manifested in words and actions. Feng Baobao knows that Xin Wei is here to find Gao Fan, so he takes Xin Wei to the guest room on the second floor, where Gao Fan is holding a paintbrush and muttering something to the drawing board. When Xin Wei glanced at him, he was shocked because there was a slap print on his face.

It's still a girl's palm print, because the hand is relatively petite.

"Who beat you!" Xin Wei's tone of voice immediately rose, and Bao Bao Feng, who had a high ponytail and looked at his spirits, appeared in his mind. If he fights with her, Gao Fan will definitely be beaten, but... why? Beat it? What did Gao Fan do? Xin Wei fell into suspicion again.

"It's hard to explain." Gao Fan thought about it, how should I put it, saying that he was beaten by a curse for cheating in painting, not to mention that Xin could not understand it, this kind of thing is a bit too embarrassing, right? .

"Do me a favor." Gao Fan said again.

Ok? Xin Wei looked at the manuscript that Gao Fan was making gestures, and knew he was creating, but why was it in Feng Yuan's house? Besides, is that rice paper in his hand?

"Help me buy some carbon strips, the softest one, Defron or Neo, the one that can draw lines on rice paper." Gao Fan raised the rice paper in his hand.

"Are you studying using carbon strips to draw sketches on rice paper?" Xin Wei was surprised, what pioneering experiment is this, and what's the point?

"Yes, I want to use carbon strips on the sketching paper to draw the feeling of meticulous brushwork." Gao Fan said.

"Why?" Xin Wei still didn't understand.

"It's fun." Gao Fan didn't tell the truth. "I'm competing with Mr. Feng to see who can draw the characters in the Red Mansion in one breath, but the rule is to use meticulous brushwork, but there is no rule to use a pen, like a carbon pen. Painting meticulously~"

"That will be very slow, right?" Xin Wei entered the professional discussion session, "Remember, drawing sketches on rice paper. Someone in the class tried it. It was the tall man named Zhao Jian, but the drawing was very slow. After all Rice paper is relatively soft, and no matter how soft the carbon strips are, it is harder than rice paper. If you are looking for speed, you might as well just use toner..."

Pencils, carbon pens, and carbon bars are all tools for sketching. I can’t say who is good and who is bad. It’s just different habits. The pencil is thin so the strokes are accurate. The carbon bars are rough, so shading has an advantage. Gaofan uses several types together. , Otherwise, in Boston, it would not be possible to make a sketch of a portrait in an average of five minutes.

"Yes~" Gao Fan was awakened by Xin Wei's words.

Toner has never been used before.

So I can't remember.

But someone in Tianmei has played this.

It's better to say it's oil painting skills than it is the domestic cultural heritage.

Some people even testify that toner painting has a history of 5,000 years in China, but it sounds strange, because this statement means that the painting method of toner painting is very primitive-it is indeed very primitive, that is, it is painted with charcoal powder by hand. , Rubbing on rocks, trees, and faces. Probably primitive people of every ethnic group have done this kind of thing.

For example, after a hard day of hunting, the ethnic group returned a mammoth calf from the wilderness, and the women of the ethnic group grilled it, and the satiated priests began to rub the extinguished branches with their hands and stick them on their hands. Charcoal began to record today's days on the cave wall: eating an elephant, chatting for a long time, painting a picture, this kind.

In comparison, the primitive people discovered that dyes and then applied colors to paintings were all technological advancements afterwards.

So now that Xin didn't mention toner, Gao Fan immediately realized that this trick should work.

Xin Wei Gaofan urged him to buy toner. This thing is called toner. It’s not easy to buy at the stationery store. Xin Wei went to several stores to buy it. When he came back, it was already evening. Give it to Gao Fan. Seeing that they are preparing dinner, Xin Wei realizes that he shouldn’t stay here for a long time. After all, it’s someone else’s house. After she bids her farewell politely, she realizes that it is Gao Fan who said goodbye to her. At this moment, Gao Fan Feng Yuan's door has been closed inside the door.

She stood at the door and froze for a while.

It's like asking myself: who am I, what am I doing here, what am I going to do next.

Obviously it was commissioned by Lawrence, but also out of his own wishes. Come and see what Gao Fan is doing. Why is he more confused now?

Moreover, why does Gao Fan regard this as his own home, so familiar!

Xin Wei bit his lip. In the end, he was not as cheeky as Gao Fan. He could directly think of staying at Feng Yuan's house. He could only leave depressedly, thinking about what excuses he would find next time to come and see~www.readwn.com~ After Gao Fan closed the door, Mrs. Feng greeted him: "Why don't you leave Xiaoxin for dinner?"

"It's not very convenient." Gao Fan said, not because of anything else, but because there is a magic spell in this family after all. If possible, Gao Fan also wants to persuade Mrs. Feng and Bao Bao Bao to leave. He sat at the table and said to the two : "Auntie, baby, why don't you go out and avoid it too, there may be something wrong with your husband recently."

Something happened? What's up? Madam Feng and Bao Bao Feng looked at each other, showing worried expressions.

To be honest, if it weren’t for Gao Fan’s title of “World Oil Painting Master”, they would doubt if Gao Fan had any intentions, but the two mothers and daughters secretly checked the news and knew that Gao Fan, that is, Feng Yuan had only taught for a few days. The price of one of his paintings on the international market can exceed ten million U.S. dollars. The most recent painting of "The Bostonian" sold for more than 35 million U.S. dollars.

What is that concept?

What can he covet?

Therefore, at this moment, Gao Fan's words really made them worry.