Chapter 1095： Birdsong Mountain is more secluded

Longxia has a long history.

In the long history, talented people have come out in large numbers. He has left innumerable treasures to his descendants.

These wealth contain a lot of immaterial culture.

But the years are long, and the culture cannot escape the crises of war and time, and countless treasures have been lost. Some of the painting skills of traditional Chinese painting are also lacking.

What Meimei is now using is one of the lost techniques.

Her uniqueness was quickly recognized by others.

"Is there any big guy who can explain to me what technique the little girl is using to draw, it looks weird and beautiful, I want my daughter to learn it too!"

"Senior student of traditional Chinese painting, come uninvited. If I read it correctly, the technique she used should be coloring."

"But it may be because she is too young and has not yet learned a degree, so it is completely different from the existing coloring skills."

"It's good-looking, it's good-looking, but some nondescript ones are not recommended to learn."

"Is that so? It's a pity that I look really good."

"Learning Chinese painting still has to follow the orthodox route. I can give you some popular science and coloring."

"The color can be divided into golden and green, large and small green, boneless, splashed color, light color, light purple and so on."

"Mainly use the changes of lines and ink colors, and use hook, chapped, dot, dye, thick, light, dry, wet, yin, yang, direction, back, virtual, solid, sparse, dense and blank to describe the expression techniques. Object image and business location.”

"Most of the patterns on the fans of the ancient murals were done with this technique."

"Thank you Cope, I have learned a lot!"

The discussion here is in full swing, but in Long Xia's most famous Academy of Fine Arts, the gray-haired old professor stared at Yaomei's movements with a wrong look.

"Old man, come and see, is this, is it..."

As he spoke, his tone was a little choked, and the old professors around him also followed him to watch the movements of the little **** the screen.

Countless big names in the art world are staring at the small screen on that side.

"I don't think I can go wrong. It's exactly the same as what was recorded in the book. It would be great if I could see how she did it on the spot!"

"It doesn't matter, we can wait for him to come back, this is the representative player of our country."

"I can't wait to see what her picture looks like!"

"I didn't expect this quiz to have such a surprise. They hid this little girl so tightly that they didn't even show us a word!"

Several old professors were talking enthusiastically about the slightly younger students who also circled around them.

"Teacher, is this little girl's way of painting unique?"

"You haven't seen it yet? This is our long-lost - Lan Xilu!"

Lan Xilu, such a name closely related to the wind, flowers, snow and moon, originates from "the sill chrysanthemum is sorrowful and the smoke of the orchid weeps, Luo Mu Qinghan, and the swallows fly away."

It comes from poetry, but it is the elegant coloring technique at that time.

The pre-existing data records that this coloring technique was originally created by a talented painter at that time, and the fineness of the painting made by this technique seems to have the fragrance of orchids.

At that time, it was already sought after by literati and writers. It is a pity that the talented painter was only short-lived, and then this stunt gradually disappeared in time.

After reading these materials, their descendants read the era at that time, and they were fascinated by this kind of painting skills and also fascinated by the magical skills.

It's just a pity that there is no way to see it again. Now there is a live person demonstrating in front of them, how could they not be excited?

"Teacher, this can't be true, can it?"

"What do you say? It must be true. Its technique is exactly the same as that recorded in the book. After seeing this painting, it will be basically certain."

The people sitting in front of the screen watching this game were excited, while the players sitting in the competition venue were all heartbroken.

It's full of talented geniuses, and their paintings take shape one by one, which is an invisible pressure for people who haven't finished their paintings.

There were not many people left on the field, and Yaomei was one of them.

While the way and technique of her brushwork is particularly striking, some feel that at her speed she may not be able to complete the painting before the end of the exam.

Lin Yan's teammates also finished their paintings early, handed them in, and looked at Yaomei anxiously, like ants on a hot pot.

Yaomei herself changed several pens in a hurry, and worked on her paintings carefully. Seeing that the time was gradually approaching the end, she put down the pen in her hand, but the painting was not over yet.

With her delicate little fingers, she lightly dipped in the thick ink, and her fingertips smeared lightly on the drawing paper.

Others couldn't see the appearance of his paintings, they could only see his movements, and they were suddenly amused by her arrogance.

"Painting with your hands, it seems that there is not enough time, the little guy is in a hurry to get started, let's not be too harsh on him later, after all, he is too young, not everyone is Oman Da, right?"

The gossip around her did not have any effect on the little girl who was painting, her eyes were bright and her hands were still stained with ink.

Her whole body was filled with a kind of joy of painting, and this state also made many people mutter in their hearts.

There are some eccentric painting nerds who immerse themselves in their own world when they finish their work.

Shouldn't this little girl be?

People frequently watched the countdown to the end of the game.

There is only one person in the field of Nuoda, and he has not stopped the movement of his hands.

Yaomei's teammate, the girl who can distinguish many colors bit her lip, and she almost decided in her heart that Yaomei had no choice but to hand in her work before the end of the competition.

Just when she was about to cry, the little tender hand raised up.

"Teacher, my painting is finished!"

Although the little hand was still stained with ink, she could not wait to rush up to hug the little girl and kiss her fiercely.

Regardless of the outcome, finishing the painting is fundamental.

"Can I ask my buddy to help me carry the painting? I have ink on my hands!"

The judges on the jury table have gone.

"I can help you."

He walked to the table and was stunned.

The dark ink color of heavy makeup and light makeup came into view, and in an instant, he was shocked by the world depicted on the paper.

The cicadas are louder than the forest, and the birdsong is more secluded.

On the white painting paper, the quiet mountains and forests appeared on the paper.

It's just that the little girl did not use too many brushstrokes to describe the secluded forest in the mountains, but carefully carved the creatures of the mountain streams.

The smart Xiaoxi Qingyue sang songs, an ignorant little deer quietly stuck out its head, and those bright eyes seemed to speak to the person who was looking at the painting.