signingbooks Chapter 275 I am sour
Chapter 275 I am sour
Chapter 275 I am sour
The environment of the village selected by the program group this time is really good, with mountains and water, but it is a little far away from the city.
Even the nearest town is more than an hour's drive away.
Fortunately, the program team has prepared some materials, especially medical materials, and even has medical personnel and various first aid measures.
There are also many benefits of being away from the city, without additional interruptions. The broadcast of the first season has given the program group a large number of fans.
If you are too close to the city, someone will definitely find you and come to disturb you.
The name of the village is Baiyan Village, and the back mountain is called Baiyan Mountain. The mountains in Guizhou Province are all characterized by danger and strangeness.
It took more than half an hour for a group of four people to climb to the top of Baiyan Mountain. The sun was rising in the morning, and the clouds and mists between the mountains had not yet dispersed. It felt like a fairyland on earth.
"So beautiful!"
The little girl Yici was bouncing around, took out her phone to take pictures, and asked He Zhi to help.
Although Yuan Hao and Liu Anfeng were not as exaggerated as her, they couldn't help but take a few photos. Especially Yuan Hao, he brought his camera with him when he went out.
Judging by his technique, it is obvious that He Zhi is not comparable to He Zhi, a straight man of titanium alloy, who is basically handicapped in taking pictures. Although he has studied specially for shooting in the past few months, he is no match for Yuan Hao.
then……
Two girls, one big and one small, decided to ask him to help take pictures.
He could only let out a long sigh, and then unfolded the folding table that had just been carried up.
There are also mineral pigments prepared in the morning. The various pigments of traditional Chinese painting are basically mineral and plant pigments. These things are not only expensive, but some are also poisonous, and it is very troublesome to make...
There are already many alternative products, but Old Tang said that those have no soul.
Then he was forced to use only those mineral pigments, which didn't matter to him. Anyway, his poison resistance was quite high. In history, there were many people who died of heart failure and long-term accumulation of toxicity due to the creation of huge works.
After getting things ready, he poured a lot of mineral water into the folding bucket.
Because he only prepared one pen, which was Ziyi, logically speaking, there shouldn't be only one pen. According to the needs, at least four kinds of pens should be prepared.
Sheep-hair brushes, such as Dabaiyun, should be at least three or four in size. They have a relatively high water content and can be used for dyeing, etc.
And pen, used for writing.
Langhao brushes are relatively strong and are used for painting landscapes, figures, flowers and birds.
The hook line pen is mainly used for meticulous painting.
More than that, a pen is also a wonderful work from the beginning to the end.
This is Ziyi, produced by the system, it is extraordinary and can be called a universal essential oil.
In fact, when giving Yici a gift, I should draw a portrait without the hassle of going up the mountain. But when I saw this scenery when I was jogging in the morning, I couldn't help but want to go up.
Landscapes are more important than artistic conceptions, and the scenes are grand after all, and the characters are basically just blurry shadows in them.
So it's not just very simple, it's enough to draw two sets, this time it's time to test your hand speed and skills.
Old Tang was excellent at drawing pictures of ladies, and he was naturally good at drawing figures, but this does not mean that he was not good at landscape painting, but it was not so good in comparison.
Not only as a student, but with the blessing of the system, the painter is not weak.
Other people's painting practice is just practice, but he is proficient in painting, and every time he finishes it is progress.
As soon as he started, he attracted the other three. Especially as he started writing, Yici's figure gradually appeared on the paper, which attracted the little girl's attention.
Not only at the beginning, the whole body and mind seemed to be integrated into the paintbrush in his hand, and nothing outside could disturb him.
Until the last pen was written "Gengchen month, Bingshen day, Gengzi year, written in Baiyan, as a gift to Yici", and the last signature was more than my own name.
Then he took out a broken stone-like thing and a box of ink pads from his pocket.
Of course, although it was taken out from the pocket, it was actually taken out from the system space.
There is room for such a small thing in the system space.
The broken stone is a stone he found in the dam outside the village in his free time, and then he carved the seal himself.
A traditional Chinese painting without a seal is soulless. Even Old Tang himself has several pieces, and one painting often needs to be stamped several times.
"Hey, the preparations are quite complete. Let me see what is engraved on this chapter?"
Not only did he not know how long he had been painting, but just as he was about to stretch, Yuan Hao leaned over and stared at the painting non-stop.
"What is a dark seal? A gentleman is like a dark seal?"
He Zhi glanced at him in surprise, unexpectedly, what he engraved was not ordinary traditional characters, but seal characters.
"Yes, the wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster is crowring. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? It is taken from "The Book of Songs·Guofeng·Zheng Feng·Wind and Rain", my teacher said it, although I think it is unpleasant to listen to..."
Yici was looking at the painting, and when He heard He said more than a teacher, he asked suspiciously: "Teacher? Is my dad? He can also draw characters?"
He Zhi shook his head, "It's not Teacher Wang, it's my Chinese painting teacher, Teacher Tang, he is an ancient...traditional person."
The three of them listened to his explanation, nodded, and didn't delve into it. Now it's not the ancient times, and it's not common to have multiple teachers.
He not only rested for a while, took off the drawing paper, handed it to Yici, let her take it to the side to dry, spread another piece of drawing paper, ready to start the gift, try to finish the painting as soon as possible, don't miss lunch!
Liu Anfeng, who had been quiet all this time, watched his movements and couldn't help saying: "What else do you want to draw?"
"Are you still going to give us a pair? How embarrassing, hahaha..."
Yuan Hao leaned forward, saying that he was embarrassed, but his face was full of anticipation.
"No, I just want to paint this landscape..."
After finishing speaking, I wrote directly, which made Yuan Hao embarrassed, but after all, it was Yuan Hao, so I knew it by adding a sentence, and resolved the silence.
But Liu Anfeng couldn't help laughing, Yici who came back from the side gave them a strange look, a little confused.
Yici likes this painting so much, although it is not as realistic as modern paintings, but looking at himself in ancient clothes in the painting, he has a strange feeling, as if he really once wore this clothes and stood in this mountain .
When it was handed over to her just now, she was very careful. She held it in her hand for fear of breaking it, placed it on the ground for fear of being stepped on by small animals, and hung it on a tree branch for fear of being blown away by the wind!
In the end, I found a piece of dry grass nearby, put it on it, and when I came back, I turned my head three times, it was obviously just a few steps away...
……
At noon, Hezhi was in time for lunch, and when he came back, he and the teacher were about to come out to call them.
As soon as they entered the yard, Lidi, Feiyang, and Lu Fei came together, saw the two rolls of paper in Yici's hands, and began to ask in a hurry, what was the painting, and let them see it.
Yici was not stingy either, and joined hands with An Feng, and opened the drawing paper directly, and the two paintings were presented in front of everyone.
"I'm sour..."
Feiyang said on the spot that he was sore. They went up the mountain to see the scenery and draw pictures, but he was busy all morning.
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(End of this chapter)