novelonline Chapter 350 Miaoyu: Is this about Renzhang? (Ask for a monthly pass!)
Chapter 350 Miaoyu: Is this about Renzhang? (Ask for a monthly pass!)
Chapter 350 Miaoyu: Is this... speaking in human language? (Ask for a monthly pass!)
After dinner, everyone sat down again to drink tea and talk.
A lamp is like a bean, reflecting the figures of several people.
In Xichun's eyes, the place that used to be cold and cold has become a bit more smoky.
Jia Heng raised his eyes and turned to look at Miaoyu, and asked, "Ms. Miaoyu is from Suzhou?"
In fact, he was also a little curious about Miaoyu's background, a family of officials, both parents died, why did he end up in the position of leading a practitioner?
But this is obviously a sad thing for others, especially Miaoyu, if she asks rashly, she may be scorned.
Miaoyu put down the teacup, her expression remained cold, and she said, "He's from Gusu."
Jia Heng looked at Xichun, and said with a light smile: "You and sister Lin are the township party. The land in the south of the Yangtze River is full of beauty and vitality. Song Qi once said that the southeast is the treasure of heaven and earth, gentle and humble, and the northwest is the land of heaven and earth. The strong side is majestic and majestic, so the prosperity of the emperor is always in the northwest, the main road, and the southeast, the Kun road."
Miao Yuxiu frowned, and glanced at Jia Heng, vaguely feeling that this man was hiding his wits again, and there was something in him.
Kun Zhe is gentle and honest, with great virtue, especially the place where the Si people were born is Chang'an, so it should be in the southeast...
He asked again: "Has Master Heng ever been to Gusu and Huaiyang?"
The general idea is that I have never been to Jiangnan, but I am here to make a theory about Jiangnan in the Northwest.
Jia Heng shook his head, looked at the nun, and said in a soft voice: "I can't go there physically, but I yearn for her. Looking at Miss Miaoyu's appearance and temperament, I can already see the leopard in my eyes, and I can see the scenery and human feelings in the south of the Yangtze River. She is graceful, bright and beautiful, and she is very beautiful."
At the end, he paused.
Without him, later generations would destroy idioms too much.
Miao Yu frowned her beautiful eyebrows, her crystal clear eyes flickered, and it was hard to be aggressive for a while.
Gein, after being given Tai Chi by the young man opposite him, he complimented and greeted him with polite words, but he couldn't express any complicated thoughts in his heart.
It can't be, I just like your aggressive and sharp words, please recover?
But Jia Heng clearly doesn't want to be with Miaoyu...to be at war with each other.
At this time, Xichun explained in a clear voice: "Master Miaoyu, our family originally lived in Jinling, our ancestral home, but Brother Heng and I both grew up in Chang'an, and we have never been to Jinling at this age."
Jia Heng turned to look at Xi Chun who had a faint smile on her face, smiled, and asked, "Does my sister want to visit Jinling?"
Xichun's bright eyes flashed brightly, but when she turned to something, her color faded immediately.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "Next year, if we are not busy, let's buy a boat and go back to our hometown to worship our ancestors, and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiangning along the way. At that time, if my sister is interested, she can draw pictures of the scenic spots and beautiful scenery along the way. on it."
Xichun's cold little face couldn't help showing yearning, and the scene of going south on a boat and playing in the mountains and rivers seemed to appear in front of her eyes, her clear eyes were full of radiance, and her crisp voice was already somewhat soft: "Brother Heng, I recently You have to learn how to draw."
Jia Heng looked at the cold-hearted, tsundere little loli who looked like a porcelain doll, her startled smile restored the innocence of a girl of this age, and she was a little pleased.
"I haven't asked my sister yet, how are those female masters who teach painting?"
Previously, Jia Heng helped Xichun hire several painters, some were good at painting pavilions, some were good at painting plants, trees and flowers, and some were good at portraits, and in the end all of them were retained by Xichun.
"The masters are very nice. In the past, I used to study and study by myself. Now that I have a master, my painting skills have improved a lot." Xi Chun said crisply, and then her voice lowered a few degrees: "That picture of winter plums in the snow Figure, I have completed it."
Jia Heng was surprised, and smiled, "Really? Show me."
Xichun nodded in response, then turned to look at Ruhua who was at the side, and said, "Ruhua, go to the study and get that painting."
Not long after, Ruhua took a painted picture and brought it over.
Jia Heng took the scroll and unfolded it for a closer look.
Sure enough, there are many more scenery and scenery than what I saw last time. The Fengyao stone bridge stretches across the creek, the plum blossoms are blooming, the jagged bluestones are covered with white snow, and the thin plum blossoms are blooming under the Tianxiang attic. Clusters of red or white flowers.
Going to look at the characters, it is even more colorful, competing for splendor, as if winter has gone and spring has returned.
Miaoyu sat quietly on this side of the room, holding a teacup in her hand, listening to the conversation between the two brothers and sisters, she couldn't get in her mouth for a while, at this moment, seeing Jia Heng picking up the picture to look at, she was also a little curious.
It's just that Miaoyu has always been reserved and solemn, and she doesn't like to imitate little girls to look around.
In the past few days, although Miaoyu and Xichun have talked about Buddhism, they don't know about Xichun's paintings.
In other words, Xichun did not show it to Miaoyu.
Jia Heng glanced over the faces of Daiyu, Baochai, Xiangyun, Yingchun, Tanchun, etc. in the painting one by one. His eyes fell on the little girl on his left, and he asked, "Is this my younger sister?"
He remembered that day, and it was indeed not Xichun on his left and right hands.
But after thinking about it, Xichun, as a painter, should make some adjustments.
Even if it is a certain oil painting describing the grand scene of the founding of the country, with the evolution of different historical periods, the increase or decrease of personnel and the change of positions are very different.
Seeing the boy staring down at the girl in the painting, with a pensive look on his face, Xichun's heart beat faster, her pale cheeks were slightly hot, and said: "It's me."
Jia Heng nodded, and said: "Delicate and cowardly, it is very expressive, but the demeanor is insignificant, and it does not look like it when you look at it carefully."
Chinese painting emphasizes freehand brushwork rather than realism. Even Wu Daozi, who is good at depicting the expressions of characters, seldom pursues one-to-one reproductions. This is caused by the difference in aesthetic concepts.
Emphasize meaning and leave blank.
He does know a little character sketching, which is used to outline the appearance of criminals in border guards, and I don't know if he can give Xichun some inspiration.
In fact, the biggest characteristic of modern people is that they live in the era of information explosion. Because of the convenience of resource acquisition, they know a little about everything, but they are not proficient in anything.
Thinking of this, looking at Xichun, he said warmly: "If you draw a portrait, you can draw a little more like it, and draw its facial features and appearance. Seeing the painting is like meeting each other."
Xichun heard the words, but her heart was shocked, she looked at Jia Heng in surprise, and asked, "Brother Heng can also draw?"
Jia Heng shook his head and said, "I only know a little bit about portrait painting, maybe it's a little different from what my sister learned."
Xichun's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help asking: "New technique? Can Brother Heng draw a picture for me to see?"
After all, he is obsessed with painting. Hearing Jia Heng's words, he is happy to see Lie.
Jia Heng smiled lightly and shook his head, and said: "I can't do ink painting, I need charcoal pens and pencils to draw, my sister should not have such pens in her study."
The name of the pencil has existed since ancient times. Li Zhouhan, a civil official in Tang Kaiyuan, made the following annotations in "Zhaoming Wenxuan Wuchen Notes" that "people store oil, and their homes have pencils": "Oil, silk, lead, and chalk."
Luo Binwang's poem "There is Huaijing Town in the border city for a long time" said: "I am ashamed to be backward, and I am willing to be a pioneer when I throw a pen."
As for the charcoal brush, it appeared in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and charcoal painting has also been popular among the people for a long time.
Xichun said: "I really don't have this kind of pen in my house, but if it is a charcoal pen, I can replace it with ashes from a wooden stick that is still burning in the back kitchen."
Jia Heng: "..."
This Xichun is really a child, with such serious energy, if he was just flaunting himself just now, wouldn't it make people look ugly?
Jia Heng thought for a while and said, "Then let Ru Hua go to the back kitchen to get it."
Xichun thought for a moment, then said softly: "Wang Mian, a famous painter in the Yuan Dynasty, used wooden sticks to draw lotus flowers in the sand. Brother Heng is now drawing portraits with burning sticks, which is also an elegant thing."
Jia Heng said: "I dare not compare myself to the ancients."
On the opposite side, Miaoyu watched silently as the two brothers and sisters drew with charcoal brushes. There was a bit of inexplicable meaning on that cold jade face with a sublime expression.
She knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I don't know if this Uncle Heng, who was born as a general, is arty.
Jia Heng picked up the teacup and looked at Miaoyu, who looked cold and disapproving.
Miaoyu's aloofness has its own capital, and the talent of this kind of daughter of an official family is not comparable to that of future generations.
Not long after, Ruhua was holding several charcoal fire sticks of different lengths, Jia Heng nodded and said, "Bring another stack of paper."
He hasn't seen it for a long time, so prepare more paper to prevent hand-painted waste.
Xichun's other maid, Caiping took the paper from the study, handed it over, and put it on the table.
When you enter the painting, you hold up the candlestick and light it up close.
Jia Heng piled them up in a pile and spread them out on the table, holding a wooden stick in his hand, pondered for a while, raised his eyes to look at Xichun and Miaoyu, under the eyes of one big and one small pair who were either curious and anticipating, or clear and indifferent After looking at it for a while, I began to outline the lines and concentrate on painting.
The paper is very thin and easy to be punctured, so it needs to be applied lightly, while the charcoal is difficult to apply, and it is best to apply it in one go.
Jia Heng thought for a while, and finally drew Miaoyu first.
Because of the simple clothes and few headgears, the lines will not be too complicated and dense.
With a soft rustling sound, black lines fell on the white paper.
With the passage of time, a nun with a Miaochang crown on her head, a cold face and a slim figure gradually appeared.
With just a few strokes, the eyebrows, eyes, and facial features are lifelike and lifelike.
Miao Yuyu's face was cold, she stared at the picture, her heart gradually felt a little bit ashamed, and the knuckles of the Buddhist beads she held in her hands were slightly white.
How could this man draw her on paper?
Paintings are full of words, so delicate and detailed, the expression is like...
However, seeing the figure with a clear complexion, my heart couldn't help but my heart skipped a beat, but my eyes seemed to be drawn away, how could it be so similar?
As for Xichun, she was also engrossed in watching from the sidelines, and murmured: "Compared to ordinary portraits, the technique is indeed ingenious."
At this moment, Jia Heng also stopped for the last stroke, and said calmly: "As far as simplicity is concerned, even if the five city soldiers and horses draw shadows and graphics in the sea arrest document, it is too late to think about it."
Miaoyu: "..."
This... is speaking human language?
Can't help but look at the boy with a pair of cool and beautiful eyes angrily.
But Jia Heng didn't notice it, looked at Xichun, frowned and said: "Don't care about being realistic, it's more about skills than Taoism. Sister Xichun can refer to it."
In fact, he is also a layman in painting theory, so he simply sketches the characters.
It is said that the noble ladies of the Western court like to be models for themselves to be painted by painters, and then, probably like the photography and photo lovers of later generations...
At this moment, Xichun suppressed the joy that surged up in her heart, her clear eyes flickered, and said quietly: "This method is like a mirror image."
In fact, since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there has been a theory of "truth versus reality". In the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Duo also had a "secret of portraiture". There are many differences in sex.
"Brother Heng, this painting...give it to me." Xichun suddenly said.
On the other side, Miaoyu's thin lips moved, swallowing the second half of the words.
Looking at Xichun, who clearly wanted it urgently, but with a cold and arrogant look, Jia Heng smiled and said, "I'll give it to you when I draw your figure painting. This one just found a feeling, and the technique is still a bit jerky. It’s not very good, just throw it away.”
Miaoyu: "???"
Throw it away?
Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, her jade face was as frosty as frost, and her clear eyes looked coldly at the innocent young man, and an unknown karmic fire burst out of her heart.
However, Xichun glanced at Miaoyu and said, "Brother Heng, it would be a pity to throw away Cheng. Brother Heng will give it to me as well. I will keep the grinding technique for comparison."
When it comes to painting skills, Xichun is obviously much more lively.
Jia Heng thought for a while, glanced at Miaoyu, and said: "That's fine too, the skills are going from raw to mature, and on the contrary, they are more progressive."
While Jia Heng was speaking, he picked up the sketch of the characters he had drawn, put it aside, and spread out another piece of rice paper.
Looking up at Xichun, the little girl is sitting sideways at this moment, with a faint and imperceptible smile on her pretty, cold face, and her eyes are slightly downcast because of being watched, the smile disappears quickly.
Jia Heng pondered for a while, picked up a charcoal stick and drew lines on the rice paper. After a while, he saw the outline of a tsundere little loli, followed by facial features and dimples on her cheeks.
Then, the lines of the clothes were a little more complicated and outlined little by little.
Xichun, on the other hand, stared at the lines on the drawing paper for a moment, her own unique expression, as if looking in a mirror.
Just with a sweet smile on the cheeks.
Xichun fixed her delicate eyebrows, her heart moved slightly, she looked at the young man beside her, and subconsciously pursed her pink lips, her baby-fat cheeks were white and bright red under the light of the candlelight.
This is a picture of her smiling...
He said to make her smile more...
After Jia Heng finished drawing the main lines of the clothes, he put down the stick in his hand and said with a smile, "Okay."
At this time, Ru Hua came over with tea and said, "Master, drink tea."
Jia Heng took the teacup, and after drinking the tea, his hands felt a little tired for a while.
At this time, Xichun was already holding the drawing paper, looking at the little girl on it, as if she couldn't put it down, but her nose was a little sour, and her eyes were shining with luster.
Is this her?
It looks so like...
Facial features, eyebrows, nose, lips...
Miaoyu on the side paused slightly, and was a little moved.
Not because of the painting, but because of Xichun's reaction.
Living in Jia's house for a few days, no one understands the loneliness and bewilderment in the heart of this embarrassing fourth lady better than her.
I thought...
At least she has an elder brother, even if he is not a brother, but he is caring and considerate.
At this moment, Jia Heng put down the teacup and said with a light smile: "With my younger sister's talent, after seeing the key points, I think she will be better at it."
If he hadn't been worried that Xichun would become more and more autistic, he wouldn't have made such an effort.
In fact, children with autism really like to draw pictures and build blocks.
Xichun's thoughts of escaping from the emptiness have already begun to appear.
Especially after Jia Zhen's sudden death, and after she was taken back to the East Mansion, the support of her family relationship with the West Mansion was even weaker.
He needs to find emotional support for it as much as possible.
Xichun turned her clear eyes to look at the young man, for some reason, she suddenly remembered what Sister Tanchun had said to her back then, "Brother Heng still loves you the most among us."
Xichun's face remained frosty and cold, and her voice was almost trembling like melting ice and snow: "Thank you Heng... brother, I will study it carefully in the next few days."
In the end, I felt a little bit ashamed.
Brother Heng is closer than Brother Heng.
"Yeah." Jia Heng looked up as if nothing had happened, looked up at the sky, saw that it was already the beginning of Hai, smiled and said: "Sister, it's getting late, I should go back, and my sister should also rest earlier Bar."
It took a lot of time to draw.
Xichun hurriedly said: "Then I'll see Brother Heng off."
Changing the name and throwing away the psychological burden made it more natural.
Jia Heng smiled and waved his hands, and said: "It's okay, it's cold outside, my sister doesn't need to see her off, I can just go back by myself."
I recommend a friend's book "I Created the Immortal Dynasty". I remember that I also wrote an article about the immortal dynasty "The Harem Era".
(End of this chapter)