"Where can I find so many students who know calligraphy and painting now?" Ji Youguang sighed.
He was the host teacher in charge of the Ink Cup art competition in the school in the past.
It used to be that students enrolled voluntarily. But because foreign exchange students came to visit the school this year, the leaders required that at least two students be mobilized for each class to sign up.
At this time, besides Ji Youguang, there were three other teachers including Yi Chaoming in the art office.
The junior high school attaches great importance to comprehensive quality education, so the daily treatment for teachers is also very high. Not only does the office have floor-to-ceiling windows for great light, it even has a refrigerator and a coffee maker.
Two students squatted on the ground to help with the books.
When Yi Chaoming heard this, he thought of Qi Linqing inexplicably. Although his black powder filter is strong, he still has to admit that the calligraphy written by the other party in art class that day is indeed quite good.
He was just about to talk to Ji Youguang when there was a knock on the door.
A student ran to open the door, and it was Qi Linqing who came in.
Yi Chaoming: "..."
Really what to say.
Qi Linqing's eyes turned around the four teachers and landed on Yi Chaoming.
The library uncle said that their art teacher had that book, and Qi Linqing took it for granted that the teacher was Yi Chaoming.
Unexpectedly, after he asked, Yi Chaoming was puzzled: "I don't have this book."
Qi Linqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly continued: "Maybe I misunderstood, sorry."
The female teacher behind Yi Chaoming interjected, "No, you misidentified the wrong person. I remember that Teacher Ji has this book."
"That's right, his name is Ji Youguang, and he's sitting by the window." Another brown-haired male teacher also pointed him in the direction.
Qi Linqing looked over and saw Teacher Ji in the corner, who looked about forty years old. He has a beard, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a peaked cap. A gray windbreaker hanging on the hanger next to him presumably belonged to him.
Hearing the movement, he raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing lightly.
Qi Linqing said: "Hello, teacher, I want to borrow a book from you."
Ji Youguang: "What book?"
"On Painting in Tonglu."
Ji Youguang frowned, and casually said: "You are not suitable."
What kind of joke is a high school student borrowing this highly professional Chinese painting appreciation book
He lowered his head and continued to read the lesson plans.
Qi Linqing asked: "Where is it not suitable?"
Ji Youguang turned a page, and said indifferently, "For people like you, I suggest you to read beginner painting books."
His voice was not too loud, just enough to spread throughout the office.
The expressions of all the people present were different.
Yi Chaoming smiled secretly.
The two students recognized Qi Linqing, and when they heard the smell of gossip, they all slowed down the movements of sorting out the books in their hands, and pricked up their ears hoping to listen for a while.
The female teacher whispered, "Old Ji is still so vicious."
The brown-haired man nodded in agreement.
Qi Linqing: "?"
What's the meaning
Qi Linqing said: "I'm not a novice."
Ji Youguang snapped the book shut, a little impatiently:
"Be humble. The book "Tonglu Lunhua", I am afraid that several children in the school who are playing Chinese painting in elementary school will not be able to understand it. Besides, this is an isolated traditional Chinese version. Are you sure you can understand it?"
Qi Linqing nodded, "I just want to borrow the traditional Chinese version."
Ji Youguang has also heard a little about this real young master of the Qi family who was making a fuss a while ago.
Now it seems that those bad reviews on the Internet are not groundless.
There was a hint of displeasure in Ji Youguang's eyes. He couldn't refuse the other party's request to borrow books in person, so he thought of a tactful compromise:
"I only lend this book to students who are excellent in Chinese painting. If you want to borrow it, you must prove your strength."
He thought that this time he should be able to scare the opponent away.
Qi Linqing: "Okay, do you have paper, pen and ink? I can draw a picture on the spot."
Ji Youguang: "..."
The brown-haired man got up and went to the cabinet to get a pen and paper, and said with the idea of watching the fun: "Yes! There are many more."
The female teacher immediately stood up and prepared to go to the music office next door to temporarily avoid the limelight.
Refusing to watch the handsome guy watch the overturned car live, it starts with me. Who made Qi Linqing have such a beautiful face!
She will be hurt when the beauty filter shatters all over the place.
The two students looked at each other. If it wasn't in front of the teacher, they would have taken out their mobile phones to send messages to their classmates. The title has been thought out, it is called the world's best! Shock! Qi Linqing is out of his mind!
However, Yi Chaoming thought of Qi Linqing's stunning calligraphy in art class, and was a little dazed.
It is impossible for the other party to know Chinese painting, right
Qi Linqing has encountered this kind of thing more than once, and once he is a stranger and second time, he has long been accustomed to being questioned by others.
He was young, and he was born in a small place, so many people did not believe that he was a serious painter.
He calmly took the pen and paper handed over by the brown-haired man, and looked around to find the environment for painting.
But the desks of the teachers are full of computer debris, and even the only vacant desk is full of art textbooks and homework.
The only place where it can be expanded seems to be the whiteboard against the wall.
When Qi Linqing was in public class, he saw that the teacher used it. A colored object called a "magnet" can absorb paper on the whiteboard without falling off at all, which is amazing.
He thought for a while, walked over and pasted the rice paper on it clumsily.
Several teachers present noticed this scene, and their expressions were filled with laughter.
Although only Ji Youguang majored in traditional Chinese painting, everyone studied fine arts. Of course, they knew that traditional Chinese painting could not be hung up like a sketch.
A guru might be able to do it.
However, for novices, the ink dripping down at any time and holding the pen in the air are obstacles that they cannot overcome.
Ji Youguang helped his forehead helplessly: "Nonsense!"
Qi Linqing heard it, but he didn't stop his preparations.
He had just raised his wrist to write, when there was a sudden noise at the door.
It turned out to be the teacher from the music office next door, and wanted to come over to watch the excitement.
"I heard from teacher Liu Wen in the art group that there is a handsome guy here who wants to perform Chinese painting live?"
"..."
Yi Chaoming glanced at them with a complex expression, thinking that these music teachers are obviously Qi Linqing's black fans just like him, and they often come to chat with him in the afternoon when they have nothing to do, why are they even calling "little handsome guy" now
Maybe Liu Wen didn't make it clear, they didn't know that this handsome guy was Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing turned his back to the crowd, and first used line drawing to outline the outline of the mountain and rock. This is the most simple and unpretentious basic brushwork in Chinese painting, but it is actually not as simple as imagined.
This is like building a house, only when the foundation is solid can it be stable.
In many cases, the simpler something is, the more it will test your skills.
Yi Chaoming and Ji Youguang stared at each other.
The closest brown-haired man could see it best. The hand of the young man in front of him... was terrifyingly steady!
The students turned their heads and found that the expressions of the teachers had changed. They couldn't help asking:
"Is he good at drawing?"
No one answered.
The music teacher is an outsider and knows nothing about Chinese painting.
But their ears could hear the undercurrent surging in the sudden silence of the air.
Looking at the back of the boy who was painting, a teacher soon realized that there were very few students with blond hair in the school.
"The handsome guy Liu Wen mentioned is Qi Linqing, right?"
They looked at each other in blank dismay, unimaginable at all.
…
Once Qi Linqing starts painting, he has an immersive feeling of being able to block the outside world.
He didn't draw too complicatedly, and the crossed lines contained the light and dark sides of perspective. After drawing the outline, I use "crack" to express the rough undulations of the mountains and rocks, and "wipe" for mixing and supplementing, interspersed with "dots". These are the most common techniques in Chinese painting.
But it was precisely because it was so common that Ji Youguang was shocked!
"I'm done." Qi Linqing put down his pen and turned around.
And the music teachers who finally saw his appearance clearly, dementia.jpg.
How could this be so
In all fairness, handsome is a fact. But here comes the problem, they are Qi Linqing's black fans.
On the other side, both the brown-haired man and Yi Chaoming were amazed.
The freehand landscape painting in front of me is quite superb in charm and realm.
Really, as long as you are not blind, you can see its extraordinary.
Yi Chaoming felt that he began to doubt life.
Is this still Qi Linqing who was hacked by the whole Internet? Why does he not only know how to write calligraphy, but even has a little bit of Chinese painting...
Ji Youguang took two steps closer, looked carefully at the rice paper on the whiteboard, and felt a buzzing echo in his head.
The opponent was able to maintain a stable brushwork even when the difficulty of vertical painting was doubled.
How many years! He suddenly became agitated, and his fingers resting on the hem of his trousers trembled slightly. As an art teacher myself, after so many years of teaching career, this is the first time I have seen such a good student of Chinese painting!
The other party is only in high school, and the future is definitely promising!
"Who did you learn Chinese painting from?" Ji Youguang couldn't help asking.
He heard that Qi Linqing was born in the countryside and was brought up by a grandmother who picked up trash. It stands to reason that he should not have the conditions to learn Chinese painting.
Qi Linqing: "I learned from an old man in the countryside before, but he has passed away now."
Ji Youguang has no doubts. These remarks sound reasonable and leave some room for imagination.
Fifty or sixty years ago, there were quite a few masters who knew Chinese painting. It is estimated that due to the reasons of the times, they hid in the countryside to avoid the limelight.
He immediately imagined the story of a hidden person discovering that the young man was enlightened, so he accepted his apprentice on the spot.
After all, Qi Linqing is definitely a genius to be able to paint like this at a young age.
No, a genius among geniuses!
"Would you like to sign up for the Ink Cup Painting and Calligraphy Competition?" Ji Youming stepped forward and held Qi Linqing's hand tightly, speaking earnestly.
Qi Linqing wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party held back even tighter.
Qi Linqing: "Uh, I just want to borrow "Tonglu Lunhua."
Ji Youming immediately said, "I'll lend it to you as soon as you sign up!"
Then he went to the bookshelf to look for the book.
Qi Linqing was a little scared by the other party's sudden enthusiasm.
He subconsciously took half a step back.