Chapter 1095
Long Xia has a long history.
In the long history, talented people emerged in large numbers. He left untold wealth to the younger generations.
These wealth contains a lot of non-material culture.
But the years are long. The culture cannot escape the chaos of war and the crippling of time. Countless treasures are lost. Some of the painting skills of traditional Chinese painting are also missing.
What sister is using now is one of the lost techniques.
Her uniqueness was quickly noticed by others.
"Can someone explain to me what technique the little girl is using to draw? It looks so beautiful. I want my daughter to learn it too!"
"A senior student of traditional Chinese painting, she came here uninvited. If I'm not mistaken, she should use coloring."
"However, it may be because she is too young and has not yet learned the degree, so it is completely different from the existing coloring skills."
"Good-looking is good-looking, but some nondescript ones are not recommended to learn."
"Is that so? That's a pity. I think it's really beautiful."
"Learning Chinese painting still has to follow the orthodox route. I can give you a popular science and coloring."
"Color can be divided into gold and green, large and small green, boneless, splashed color, light color, light crimson and so on."
"Mainly use the changes of lines and ink colors, and use the techniques of hook, texture, dot, dye, thick, light, dry, wet, yin, yang, direction, back, virtual, solid, sparse, dense and blank to describe Object image and business location."
"Most of the patterns on the fans of those murals in ancient times were completed with this technique."
"Thank you for popular science, I have gained a lot of knowledge!"
The discussions here are in full swing, but the gray-haired old professor in Longxia's most famous academy of fine arts stared at Yaomei's movements with good eyesight.
"Old man, come and see, is this, is it..."
He spoke in a choked tone, and the old professors around him followed him to watch the little girl's movements on the screen.
Countless big names in the art world stared closely at the small screen.
"I don't think there will be any mistakes. It is exactly the same as what is 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 our country's representative player."
"I can't wait to see what that picture of her looks like!"
"I didn't expect such a surprise in this knowledge competition. They hid this little girl so tightly that we didn't even reveal it!"
A few old professors were chatting enthusiastically about the younger students who surrounded them.
"Teacher, is this little girl's way of painting unique?"
"Haven't you seen it yet? This is our long-lost--Lanxilu!"
Lanqilu, such a name that is closely related to wind, flowers, snow and moon, comes from "the chrysanthemum is sad about the smoke and the orchid weeping dew, the curtain is cold, and the swallows fly away."
It originated from poetry, but it was an exquisite coloring technique at that time.
According to the surviving records, this coloring technique was created by a talented painter at that time. The paintings made with this technique are fine and fine, as if they have the fragrance of orchids.
At that time, it was already sought after by literati and inkmen, but it was a pity that the talented painter was only a flash in the pan, and later this unique skill gradually disappeared in time.
Through these materials, these descendants read the era at that time, and their pursuit of this painting technique is also fascinated by that miraculous technique.
It's just a pity that there is no way to see it again. Now that a real person is demonstrating in front of their eyes, how could they not be excited?
"Teacher, this can't be true, can it?"
"What are you talking about? It must be true. Its technique is exactly the same as that recorded in the book. You can basically be sure when you see this painting later."
The people sitting in front of the screen watching the game were excited, but the players sitting in the field of the game were all calm.
Here are all talented geniuses, and their paintings have been formed one after another, which is an invisible pressure for those who have not yet completed the paintings.
There were not many people left writing, and Yaomei was one of them.
Although the way and technique of her brushwork is particularly noticeable, some people feel that her speed may not be able to complete the drawing before the end of the exam.
Lin Yu's teammate also finished their painting early and handed in the work, looking at Yaomei worriedly, like ants on a hot pot.
Yaomei herself changed several pens in a leisurely manner, carefully crafting on her painting, seeing the time gradually approaching the end, she put down the pen in her hand, but the painting is not over yet.
With her delicate little finger, she dipped lightly in the thick ink, and her fingertips daubed lightly on the drawing paper.
Others couldn't see the appearance of his paintings, they could only see his movements, and they were a little amused by her arrogance.
"Painting by hand, 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 surrounding gossip did not have any influence on the little girl who was painting, her eyes were shining, 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 murmur in their hearts.
Some weird painting idiots will immerse themselves in their own world when they finish their works.
This little girl shouldn't be, right?
People frequently watch the countdown to the end of the game.
There was only one person in Nuo Da's field, and he hadn't stopped what he was doing.
Yaomei's teammate, the girl who can distinguish many colors, bit her lip tightly, almost determined 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, that little tender hand raised up.
"Teacher, my painting is finished!"
Although that little hand was still stained with ink, she already wished she could rush up to hug the little girl and kiss her hard.
Regardless of the outcome, finishing the painting is essential.
"Can I ask my buddy to help me get the painting up? I've got ink on my hands!"
The judges on the jury table have already walked down.
"I can help you."
He walked to the table and was stunned.
The heavy makeup and light ink came into view, and in an instant, he was shocked by the world depicted on the drawing paper.
The forest is more quiet than the noise of cicadas, and the mountain of birdsong is more secluded.
On the pure white drawing paper, the quiet mountains and forests appear vividly on the paper.
It's just that the little girl didn't use too many strokes to describe the secluded forest of the mountain forest, but carefully sculpted the creatures in the mountain stream.
The lively brook sang a song, and an ignorant deer poked its head out quietly. Those bright eyes seemed to be talking to the person who was looking at the painting.
(end of this chapter)