[Qi Linqing won the first prize in the Provincial Traditional Chinese Painting Competition...? ]
[real or fake]
[The blogger is not lying]
[How can this picture be deceiving? ? ]
[pictures can also be p ah]
[stone hammered sisters]
[Just now I went to the Mo Cup official website to check, and there is indeed Qi Linqing's name]
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[…]
[…]
[? ? ? ]
[Suddenly feel a pain in the face, Duozhu]
[I also]
[I also]
[+1]
[Provincial games can also be bought, right? Anyway, the Qi family is rich]
[Neuropathy]
[At first glance, Qi Lele is a brain-dead fan]
[The Qi family is so rich, why didn’t they buy an Oscar winner for 7LL (lightly)]
[Fuck, don’t you guys think Qi Linqing is awesome, Maomao is shocked.jpg]
[I was born in a poor rural area and can learn such a powerful traditional Chinese painting technique... ]
[What kind of talent flow is this! ! ]
[No wonder he did a painting of "Tangyue Fengyun" before]
[Those who hacked him before, come out quickly and get slapped in the face! ]
[We blamed him wrongly, woo woo woo]
[The excellent genes of the Qi family really are cows]
[A child lost in the countryside can become a genius]
[I beg Qi Linqing to start a Weibo, I decided to turn black from today to fan]
[Seconded]
[? ? ? ]
[No, no, just because he won a provincial competition? ]
[Although I now admit that Qi Linqing does know Chinese painting, but he doesn't know how to act, playing Gao Lanxi is just a sensationalist]
[Besides, he is acting with Fu Yingdi this time, does he deserve it? ]
[Fu Hanri fans drift by]
[Bet on a pack of spicy sticks, he will be ridiculed by the crowd]
[111111]
[Unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it]
[But after watching the preview, I'm still looking forward to it hahaha Qi Linqing's face value yyds]
[@《唐月风云》official blog, gkd puts the feature film]
[I heard that Qi Linqing is going to participate in the national competition]
[Don't talk about Tao, anyway, he can't win the prize]
[agree]
[I feel that Qi Linqing will most likely enter the entertainment circle in the future]
[Even if not professionally. As far as the setting of Qi Linqing's meeting of traditional Chinese painting is concerned, I guess it will be hyped up by various marketing accounts (eating melons)]
[tired. destroy it]
[I can't escape the flamboyant world of the entertainment industry no matter what]
…
The next day, Qi Linqing went to school, only to learn from his classmates that he was being talked about again.
Du Yuanbai said excitedly: "You don't know how embarrassing those netizens were when they were slapped in the face. Several ids who scolded you the most ruthlessly have now changed their words and hoped for you to open Weibo. Don't force me to kneel down and beg you. "
Qi Linqing didn't know exactly what Weibo was, so he was confused.
Du Yuanbai thought for a while and said, "But I suggest you don't open it, because there will definitely be black fans pouring in when you open it, which will affect your mood in vain."
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
Du Yuanbai: "Just ignore them."
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
Du Yuanbai thought, in the past, there were almost all Qi Linqing's black fans on the Internet, and they all scolded him in the same way, and no one spoke for him at all.
But now that the news that he won the championship of the Chinese Painting Provincial Competition was announced, there was a small group of fans who supported him immediately.
Netizens this time are really ignorant.
Ahem, although he seems to be too.
Du Yuanbai doggedly followed Qi Linqing, beating his back to buy water.
hey-hey. The feeling of being slapped in the face is really delicious.
Junior High School Art Office.
Early in the morning, the teachers saw Ji Youguang humming a song, holding a cup of coffee in his right hand, and walked in happily.
Everyone has been in the office for so long, and it is rare to see Ji Youguang expressing such obvious joy.
"Are you in love?" the female teacher joked.
The corner of Ji Youguang's mouth rose, "This makes me much happier than falling in love. Linqing won the first prize in the provincial competition."
teachers:"!!!"
Yi Chaoming's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. He was surfing the Internet yesterday and saw Qi Lele's fans arguing in Chaohua.
If it was in the past, he would definitely step on Qi Linqing.
But now, he was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.
"Mr. Ji, there is your courier." The security guard knocked on the door and came in, holding a huge cardboard box with difficulty to sign for Ji Youguang.
"It's really heavy..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Ji Youguang said embarrassedly: "Thanks for your hard work."
Brown-haired man: "What did you buy? It looks like it's all books."
Ji Youguang nodded, squatting on the ground and scratching open the box with a knife, and said, "I bought some ancient Chinese painting books on Jingdong, and Qi Linqing likes to read them."
teachers:"… "
Perhaps, Mr. Ji still remembers that you were not even willing to lend a copy of "Tonglu Lunhua" to others
In Chinese class.
The weather is fine today, the sun is shining brightly, and the sun is drowsy,
The female teacher was spitting all over the stage.
The students in the audience were all sleepy, drooling three thousand feet.
The female teacher sighed deeply in her heart, she was completely desperate for the students in class 18.
What is a dou who cannot be supported? This is. They all are.
The female teacher glanced around the classroom, and suddenly saw that one, oh no, two students were awake.
Zhong Chen was playing with his phone with his head down.
The black-haired boy in the corner sat in a standard and correct posture, with his hands resting next to his textbook.
The female teacher was a little moved with a sore nose.
It turned out that someone was listening carefully to what I said.
No wonder they won the provincial Chinese painting championship. Look, this active learning attitude is simply incompatible with class 18!
Thinking of this, the female teacher was about to praise the other party.
Zhong Chen suddenly turned sideways and pushed the young man next to him with his shoulder.
Qi Linqing supported his right cheek with his hands, and looked back at him.
The two chatted like no one else.
Female teacher: "..."
"Should you also participate in the recording of "Tangyue Fengyun" actors' variety show this weekend?" Zhong Chen asked in a low voice.
Qi Linqing nodded. He was also temporarily notified by the director.
Because "Tangyue Fengyun" has become popular recently, the publicity team wants several leading actors of the TV series to participate in the Haha Base Camp together on weekends.
It takes about two to three hours to shoot.
As a result, one of the actors couldn't come temporarily.
Director Shen wanted to ask him to save the scene.
Qi Linqing agreed.
The other party once gave him a job opportunity, allowing him to buy the paint as soon as he was in a hurry.
Qi Linqing was actually very grateful to Director Shen in his heart.
Zhong Chen: "I have to go too, we can be together then."
Qi Linqing: "OK."
After coming back from the competition in City H together last time, the relationship between the two of them has become much closer, and they are already infinitely close to friends.
After getting along for this period of time, Zhong Chen also understood that Qi Linqing probably didn't mean anything to him.
With his old-fashioned personality, it is estimated that there is no such thing as love in people's hearts.
At the same time, Zhong Chen couldn't help but wonder why Qi Linqing's character style is completely different from the description in the novel.
Could it be that the other party is also a traveler from outside, just like himself
Zhong Chen decided to test the other party a little.
"Do you have any arrangements for the next self-study class?"
Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "You should do your homework in the classroom."
Zhong Chen: "Doing homework is so boring, why don't we go to the library to borrow books to read."
Qi Linqing likes reading as much as himself.
He knew that the other party would definitely take the bait.
Sure enough, he heard Qi Linqing say: "Yes."
His tone was as calm and calm as ever.
Then Qi Linqing picked up the thermos cup on the table, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of health-preserving tea.
The steaming hot air came out, making his side face vague and blurred.
Let's just say it, Zhong Chen remembered that his master also liked to drink tea, but he would definitely not put goji berry and other monsters in the tea.
Zhong Chen thought more and more firmly in his heart, if the other party was also a book traveler, he might have been an elderly man in his previous life.
…
After class, Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing went to the canteen first. He planned to buy some snacks to take to the library for a long, leisurely afternoon.
Qi Linqing: "So the library can still eat?"
Zhong Chen: "...shut up."
Qi Linqing later realized that he had forgotten to bring a thermos, so he thought about buying a bottle of water here.
He looked around the beverage shelf, skipping Ai Kua for 4 yuan and Nongfu Spring for 2 yuan.
He originally wanted to get Nongfu Spring, but soon saw that there was ice dew mineral water at a cheaper price of only 1.5 yuan.
Qi Linqing silently bent down and picked up the bottle of ice dew water.
Zhong Chen: "?"
As expected of you.
Qi Linqing took the water to pay the bill. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhong Chen staring at the sausage grill, and his throat rolled unconsciously.
Clerk: "Student, 1.5 yuan."
Qi Linqing: "One more sausage."
Clerk: "6 yuan, do you use your campus card?"
Qi Linqing nodded, took out the card from his pocket and swiped it.
Mother Yan put several thousand yuan in it, which is probably enough for him to graduate.
"Let's eat." Qi Linqing took the sausage and handed it to Zhong Chen.
"For me?" Zhong Chen was stunned.
Qi Linqing: "Don't you like to eat?"
Zhong Chen: "..."
Zhong Chen: "Thank you."
He took a bite of the sausage and walked out of the canteen, muttering to himself.
This man is really as unpredictable as a fog. He is obviously picky to death for himself, but he is generous with others.
Zhong Chen was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw a hand stretched out beside him.
A napkin was held between the slender and clean fingertips.
Qi Linqing said slowly: "You can wipe your mouth, the oil you ate will drip down again."
Zhong Chen: "..."
library.
When Zhong Chen stepped in, he suddenly saw a bunch of banana peels on the floor.
He saw the person beside him step forward, bent down, picked up the banana peel and threw it into the trash can not far away.
He watched the person beside him turn around, stopped in front of the bookshelf, carefully took down a copy of "The Overbearing Master Falls in Love with Me", and put it back silently.
Just as Zhong Chen wanted to say that we went to the wrong area, he didn't pay attention to his feet for a while, and fell forward.
It seems to have stepped on something slippery.
Zhong Chen looked down and found another bunch of new banana peels.
Zhong Chen: "..."
Who is so wicked! ! !
Qi Linqing was hit by him, and subconsciously fell backwards to the ground.
The pose they formed was very weird.
One is above and one is below.
Zhong Chen felt that his hands were holding something hard, but it seemed to be softer than the floor.
He took a closer look and found that it was Qi Linqing's chest muscles.
wrong. The other party looks so thin, but still has chest muscles
"Hmm..." Qi Linqing frowned forbearance, and groaned in pain from his clenched teeth.
Zhong Chen scratched his toes in embarrassment, just about to get up and apologize.
Slap.
The door is opened.
"Brother Zhong, let's go play basketball..." Jiang Bai rushed in excitedly, but after seeing the two bodies intertwined on the floor, his smile instantly froze on his face.
Especially when he felt that he had heard some strange voices. This is ridiculous.
"Yes, I'm sorry!" Jiang Bai took a breath of air, and his expression instantly became terrified. He actually interrupted Brother Zhong from casting a spell.
"I don't see anything! You carry on."
Jiang Bai blushed and ran out quickly.
Qi Linqing: "."
Zhong Chen: "..."
No! You stop! ! You are mistaken. He struggled and shouted frantically in his heart.
The innocence he left to his master for thousands of years cannot be destroyed in this world.
Jiang Bai is a big mouth. As soon as he rushed out, he couldn't help but tell his brothers about the intense scene he had just had.
He described it with gestures.
"Brother Zhong is too fierce. Although he is a little shorter than Qi Linqing, he is definitely fierce!"
A certain younger brother questioned: "Didn't you say that the person Brother Zhong really liked has passed away?"
Jiang Bai sighed softly: "Yes, but I think we should all understand."
The younger brothers looked at a loss.
Jiang Bai hates iron but not steel: "You can't let Brother Zhong be a widow for the rest of your life."
Only then did the younger brothers suddenly realize. I see! As expected of Brother Zhong, the speed of empathy is always five centimeters.
"So our new sister-in-law... is Qi Linqing?" Someone asked.
Jiang Bai nodded cautiously, "That's right!"
"Everyone will be smarter next time you see Brother Qi, will you know?"
The younger brothers were in unison: "Understood!"
A few days later, a red banner was hung at the gate of the junior high school to welcome foreign exchange students.
In order to promote traditional Chinese culture, the school also held a two-week cultural festival. Focus on promoting calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, piano, chess and calligraphy, and so on.
Just like the ink cup in the school last time, there were also students playing flute on the spot.
The school leaders asked to prepare a program for the welcome party of the exchange students.
Qi Linqing was among them. His program came to the end and he was forced to perform calligraphy.
However, this group of exchange students from various countries is very proud. They sat under the stage with their legs crossed, playing with their mobile phones without even bothering to lift their heads.
"What are the school's shows? I feel sleepy watching it." The American blond man yawned.
Blonde Bo: "Me too."
There are also a few young people from Bangzi Country who also sneered at this.
"I heard that there will be a live calligraphy performance in the next program." Park Yongan joked: "It's better to let Yuzhe appear. His calligraphy level must be higher than these Chinese people."
"It's just hahahaha."
They laughed and laughed.
The young man named Jin Yuzhe sat on the plastic stool and closed his eyes slightly.
Everyone present knew that his father was Jin Xinyang, a well-known calligrapher in Bangzi Kingdom.
The tiger father has no dogs, so Jin Yuzhe's calligraphy is naturally quite good.
Pu Yong'an: "Why don't you wait until he finishes writing. Let the Chinese people see how good our calligraphy is."
Jin Yuzhe nodded.
Soon a few young people went over and told the team leader teacher that they wanted to "communicate with each other" with a distorted English accent.
The teacher didn't think too much, thinking that they really wanted to understand traditional Chinese culture, and immediately agreed:
"When Student Qi finishes writing calligraphy, I will arrange for you to go up."
At the same time, it was the turn of a student from Class 5 to play the flute on stage.
The student held a jade flute in his hand, and fell into the melody of the performance intoxicatedly.
It's just that her performance level is really average, and there are noises from time to time, which makes the leaders and students present look bad.
Qi Linqing looked at the stage with a nostalgic expression.
In the year when he first entered the capital, Yuan Sihao once taught him how to play Xiao.
Brother Yuan said that this can relieve stress. After all, they paint day and night, regard their hobbies as food, and occasionally feel a little tired.
"When you're tired from painting, just drink a couple of Gu wines and play a little music, wouldn't it be wonderful."
On the other side, Zhong Chen also thought of Master.
Although he was only with Fu Yi for a few months at that time, by chance, he also met Yuan Sihao, Master's close friend.
He remembered that Yuan Sihao loved Xiao music and taught his master one of his own compositions.
He had the honor of listening to his master play it. That tune is like hearing fairy music and the ears are ringing temporarily.
The song is over.
There was sparse applause.
The classmate playing the flute walked off the stage in embarrassment.
"Do you know what the exchange student from Bangzi Country is talking about?" Du Yuanbai suddenly approached Qi Linqing resentfully.
Qi Linqing: "Huh? I don't know." He doesn't know much about the Korean language.
Du Yuanbai: "Thanks to the fact that I usually watch a lot of Korean dramas, I can understand some of them. They are making fun of our traditional Chinese culture!"
Qi Linqing frowned and said, "Tell me more about it."
Du Yuanbai looked around and lowered his voice: "One of them can also calligraphy, he seems to be the son of some master. When you come on stage, they want to ask that person to come up and write too, let us experience the calligraphy of Bangziguo How powerful."
Qi Linqing lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in them.
He tapped his knees with the back of his fingers, feeling a little depressed in his heart. Once upon a time, a small country like Goryeo didn't even dare to utter a fart when it worshiped Datang.
But now, so arrogant
Qi Linqing thought to himself that although he didn't have much ability, he must not admit defeat when it comes to raising his country's prestige.
Time passed slowly.
When the host on the stage called his name: "Please, Qi from Class 18, Grade 2, will come on stage to perform a live calligraphy show for us!"
Qi Linqing stood up and walked towards the steps.
The middle school students present looked at him one after another, discussing in low voices.
Volunteers carried tables, pens, inks, papers and inkstones to the stage.
Qi Linqing took a step forward and told them to stop.
The volunteer was puzzled, "Student, how do you write without a desk?"
Qi Linqing did not explain, but took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and walked slowly onto the stage.
He asked two volunteers to stand on both sides, holding the left and right ends of the rice paper.
In this way, this snow-white life form is like a ghost floating in the air.
Everyone in the audience was shocked when they saw it.
Especially those young people from the Bangzi Kingdom suddenly felt that this was a reward for deceptive behavior.
Qi Linqing rolled up his sleeves and dipped his pen in ink. He started to write on the paper hanging in mid-air with quick eyesight, steady body and calm mind.
The people in the audience can't see clearly for the time being. The two volunteers next to him could see it clearly.
His calligraphy and strokes are continuous and free, like a wild horse running wildly on the grassland. Even though the two of them didn't know much about calligraphy, they could not take their eyes off it and were amazed inside.
No wonder they were able to win prizes in provincial competitions. This powerful strength that comes at hand is really not covered.
The students in the audience thought that Qi Linqing was performing.
Just looking at his face, many girls screamed excitedly.
After finishing writing, Qi Linqing put down his pen.
The middle school students in the audience applauded respectfully.
Even if you don't know how he writes, you must have a face-to-face.
With trembling hands, the volunteers turned the paper over and showed it to the audience.
When everyone got up and saw it, the applause was even louder.
But the two American students didn't know why. They did not have the aesthetic appreciation for Huaxia calligraphy.
But the blond man and Bo □ looked at the boy who was walking down slowly, and their throats rolled unconsciously.
They have no interest in calligraphy, but they can appreciate each other's handsome face that transcends the aesthetic boundaries of the East and the West.
Pu Yongan glanced at it, and saw the black dots on the paper, and immediately laughed:
"What did he write about?"
"Shut up!" Jin Yuzhe's chest heaved violently, with an expression of disbelief.
Pu Yongan was stunned for a moment, "You..." You actually murdered me
No matter what, Jin Yuzhe never expected that he could witness this long-lost painting stunt in a certain high school in Huaxia.
In desperation, he popped out the dialect of his hometown: "This is called floating paper painting! It is also called hanging pen painting..."
Looking at the whole country, only his father can do it. Why did it appear here
Jin Yuzhe rubbed his eyes again subconsciously, he reasonably suspected that his eyes were dazzled and thus had an illusion.
Pu Yongan was even more puzzled, "What he wrote was calligraphy, but not painting."
Jin Yuzhe growled irritably: "Are you a fool? This shows that he has already learned and used this skill from painting to calligraphy! Besides, calligraphy and painting is a family... "
Park Yongan now understood what Jin Yuzhe meant, he wanted to say that the other party is also quite good.
"It's okay." Pu Yongan thought for a while, and comforted: "Your calligraphy is taught by Master Jin, and you will definitely be able to crush him."
Kim Woo Chul: "..."
He felt that he couldn't communicate with Pu Yongan.
"No wonder my father told me not to underestimate Chinese people..." Jin Yuzhe murmured.
The wild grass that the other party wrote just now is probably a height that I will never be able to reach.
At this time, the teacher came over and asked him to go on stage and prepare.
Without even thinking about it, Jin Yuzhe quickly refused.
He doesn't want to be that clown in the spotlight.
"Why don't you go? Didn't you agree to let them see our calligraphy?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
Jin Yuzhe: "...his calligraphy level should be similar to my dad's. The floating paper he used just now for painting, my dad planned to use it to apply for World Heritage this year."
Several other young people from Bangzi Country were stunned when they heard the words.
What was originally thought to be a big reward for deceptive behavior has exposed their ignorance.
Is the land of Huaxia so Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Even a mere high school student can compare to the calligraphy masters in their country...
"He coaxed him, he didn't dare to play anymore." Du Yuanbai almost died of laughter.
Sure enough, in front of Qi's invincible calligraphic picture, these people are just floating clouds.
At the end of the welcome party, the lights were dimmed and the crowd gradually dispersed.
Du Yuanbai looked back, only to see that the figure who was supposed to be sitting beside him had disappeared at some point.
…
Outside, the twilight is all together.
Zhong Chen stepped out of the threshold, raised his eyes, and called out: "Hello."
Clothed in the dim evening light, he sat on the concrete steps with his back turned. Like a piece of wood, firmly rooted there.
Hearing the voice, Qi Linqing turned to look at Zhong Chen.
That gaze was quiet and deep, with a hint of sadness in it.
Zhong Chen paused, and suddenly felt a strange sense of alienation from the other party. It's like... they're all the same, out of place in this world.
"What's wrong with you?" He walked over and sat down beside Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing said calmly: "It's nothing."
Zhong Chen: "Nonsense."
Qi Linqing looked sideways, and the brilliance falling from the eaves cast a light layer of golden light on the hair on the top of the boy's head.
He opened his mouth, and the bad emotions buried in his heart rolled out unconsciously:
"Chinese painting is lonely here."
Although he won against the Korean, Qi Linqing was not very happy.
He knew there was no going back. The once prosperous cultural dynasty.
It was rare for Qi Linqing to reveal her inner fragility.
Even if he goes through ups and downs and travels across the millennium to the modern age, he is still only a young man in his twenties in the final analysis.
Sometimes, the calm appearance is a protective color that conceals the inner turmoil.
He will be sad, and will be annoyed by his frustration. I also don't know what year it is.
Qi Linqing wondered in confusion, why on earth did he come here
Zhong Chen's heart skipped a beat, doubts were like weeds growing wildly, piercing his heart.
here? He sensitively captured the inappropriate word in the other party's words.
yes. None of them belonged to this era.
"you-"
"You're not the real Qi Linqing, are you?"
Zhong Chen stared at the other person's face closely, not missing the trace of astonishment flashing across his eyes.
But Qi Linqing calmed down almost in a second, and his voice was smooth without any ups and downs:
"I do not know what you're talking about."
He knew very well that it would not be a good thing if someone knew that he was from ancient times.
It may even lead to catastrophe.
Zhong Chen pointed out straight to the point: "You are not the same as before."
Qi Linqing's eyelids twitched slightly, and he quietly looked away from Zhong Chen.
"You know again? Classmate Zhong, I don't seem to have had much contact with you before, right?" His voice was a little cold.
If Zhong Chen didn't notice the slight sarcasm in the other party's tone, then his former career as a national teacher would have been in vain.
old fox.
Zhong Chen cursed secretly in his heart.
He didn't want to startle the snake, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"I was just joking." Zhong Chen stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted the dust on his buttocks.
He looked back at the boy's serious face, and smiled slightly:
"Don't take it seriously."
City H, Provincial Painting and Calligraphy Association.
Mr. Xu received an email from Tang Shaoyue.
[Several lost painting techniques contributed by Qi classmate.doc]
With trembling hands, he opened the document with the help of his assistant. His eyes scanned the words on the screen, but tears wet his eyes unknowingly.
In today's era, Chinese painting has indeed faded away.
It can even be evaluated with the word "poor", a complete defeat and annihilation of the whole army. It is impossible to single out a few representative painters.
China's art education has reduced painting to a final shortcut for the college entrance examination.
Even the cultural achievements of traditional Chinese painting of Bangzi and Sakura in neighboring countries have a faint tendency to surpass.
In this case, these kinds of painting methods can be described as timely help.
The landline phone rang.
The assistant picked up the call and hung up quickly.
He looked back at Mr. Xu with an embarrassed expression: "It's the people below again, complaining and questioning why the lost three-dimensional technique was named after that child."
In fact, even the assistant was a little suspicious. The general naming right is a right that can only be exercised by the creator.
This boy who has just turned 18 years old just contributed it out of his mouth.
It's not his original creation.
Why
"You don't understand." Old Mr. Xu shook his head and said, "We can't let that child feel bad."
"The child's master has passed away long ago, and he didn't even leave his name. His master hid this painting method at the time and didn't teach it, but now he is willing to contribute generously. Do you know the meaning of this?"
Assistant: "I don't know."
Old Mr. Xu said loudly: "If he is not willing to hand over the technique, we will never be able to learn it! At that time, he can become famous in one fell swoop with his exclusive painting technique, and then recruit apprentices, and become famous all over the world..."
This is also the practice of many so-called masters of traditional Chinese painting.
Old Mr. Xu asked himself, if he possessed these techniques that were enough to overwhelm the bottom of the box, he would not dare to hand them over so casually.
That's why he admired Qi Linqing so much.
At such a young age, he already has such a broad mind, which is by no means ordinary.
Seeing the assistant opening his mouth slightly in surprise, Mr. Xu sighed lightly:
"That's why I say he deserves the honor."
later.
People from the Provincial Z Painting and Calligraphy Association received the notification.
The young man who provided the painting method of Linqing will continue to contribute the lost painting method.
The painting method this time is still the famous stunt of the painting saint Fu Yi! Such as white painting, color halo and so on.
It is undeniable that this young man filled a huge gap in the history of Chinese painting.
As soon as the news came out, those who originally opposed his naming right suddenly dared not say a word.
…
Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts, Chinese Painting Department Building.
Today is Professor Yan's Chinese painting history class.
The classroom is quiet, only the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard and students rustling notes can be heard.
Yan Jiade put down the chalk, clapped his hands, and turned around.
His wrinkled face was full of enthusiasm, and his sonorous voice echoed in the classroom:
"Fu Yi's life was mainly engaged in the creation of landscape paintings, with a variety of themes, and he also worked on religious murals, including flowers and birds, bridges, and houses. Of course, this is just a legend. There are too few of his paintings in the world, and we have no way to prove it. .”
"But later the well-known painter Zhang Miaoyuan once wrote such words in his memoirs to praise him. He is unique in ancient and modern times. Gu Lu has never been seen before, and there will be no one in the future."
"Including Liang Luoduan, the master of the same generation, who has repeatedly mentioned Fu Yi's legend."
"Although Fu Yi was born from a grassroots background, and was once so down and down that he made a living by retouching brushes for brothels, it was this rough experience that created his brilliance in the history of Chinese painting..."
Yan Jiade unscrewed the cup and took a sip of water, cleared his throat and said, "This is the end of today's class, you can ask any questions you have now."
A certain female student raised her hand and said weakly: "Professor Yan, have you ever thought that Fu Yi is very pitiful?"
Yan Jiade frowned, "What are you talking about?"
The female student sniffed and said with a sentimental tone: "Fu Yi had such a miserable life before he was alive, and he became famous only after his death, but he himself didn't even know..."
Yan Jiade said a rare humorous sentence: "Don't worry about it, there must be someone who knows under the nine springs."
Everyone: "..."
Hehe, okay, it's a cold joke.
The Mo Cup National Painting Competition was held in the capital city B.
People's Daily made a special report for this competition:
[Promoting the essence of our Chinese national quintessence, outstanding young people from all provinces compete to compete! The society needs this kind of competition, and even more needs such young geniuses who delve into traditional culture. Let our art career be thriving and active! Stay tuned, who will be the final champion...]
All the young elites from various provinces went to participate in this competition.
Traditional Chinese painting pays attention to inheritance. Looking around, the contestants are almost all children of family background.
There are the juniors of the well-known Chinese painting master Yu Jinghuan, and the grandson of Professor Gao Liangji, a Chinese-American.
Other teenagers looked familiar. Some of them have been in the news before, and some of them have already won the previous ink cup national competition award.
Yan Jiade looked at the young people waiting outside to enter the arena, and said, "This competition is very competitive."
"Indeed." The judges next to him echoed: "Maybe it's because of the high prize money this year, the first place is 200,000 yuan."
Yan Jiade: "I think the prize for the second place is also good. That antique writing brush is said to have been used by the national teacher Liang Luoduan."
Judge: "Really?"
Yan Jiade spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I can't produce any evidence from the unofficial history records. There are some who believe in it and some who don't."
During the time they were chatting, the national competition had officially started.
Qi Linqing stood outside the door holding his ID card, and slowly moved forward according to the order of the team.
He secretly told himself that this time he must be careful and get the second place.
Yes. Qi Linqing was not interested in the first prize of 200,000 yuan.
All he wanted, including the first thought of participating in the ink cup, was nothing but that old writing brush from beginning to end.
"Are you the champion of Province Z?" Someone accosted him.
Qi Linqing turned his head, saw the young man beside him, and nodded.
Yu Lai smiled and said, "I'm from Province Y. Nice to meet you."
Qi Linqing: "Hello."
Yu Lai recognized the person in front of him from a distance just now.
Who made Qi Linqing tall and straight, he can be said to stand out from the crowd.
It took a long time to wait in line, and the two chatted for a while.
Only then did Qi Linqing learn that Yu Lai is the nephew of Yu Jinghuan, a master of modern Chinese painting, with extraordinary strength.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Can you take the first place?"
Yu Lai said with a smile: "Maybe, I can't guarantee it, but I think the chance is pretty good."
Yu Lai didn't think Qi Linqing would become his competitor. He got to know him on the Internet. How could a real young master from the countryside compare to the calligraphy and ink education he had received from his uncle Yu since he was a child
It is precisely because of this that Yu Lai chose to strike up a conversation with Qi Linqing.
Only rivals who have no competing interests can become friends.
Hearing this, Qi Linqing secretly hoped that he would be able to sit next to Yu Lai later. In this way, I can refer to the other party's paintings and lower my level.
Otherwise, he is afraid that he will not be able to control the scale.
It is easy to draw, whether it is drawn to the extreme or to the extreme.
But it is difficult to deal with a situation like the current one.
After the seat table came out, Qi Linqing found that he was actually in the lower left corner of Yu Lai, and his expression relaxed slightly.
He stabilized his mentality and strode into the arena.
And the other side.
Gao Taiqing is also determined to win this competition.
There are also Wang Lin, Gan Yishan and others who have won previous ink cup awards...
It is inevitable for peers to reach their level of pride, and everyone is implicitly hostile to each other.
Under such circumstances, Qi Linqing was completely ignored by them.
No one thought that this handsome young man who was about to join the entertainment industry in the future could pose any threat to them.
The title of this competition is "Landscape Painting".
Qi Linqing was a little dazed when he first found out. It was a coincidence of destiny that it happened to be the subject that he was best at.
on stage.
The judges murmured in their hearts.
Isn't it because the main judge of this competition is Yan Jiade? He regards Fu Yi as a god, and he is almost crazy to study this painting saint.
Yan Jiade even pushed up the progress of the Renaissance in the history of modern landscape painting by himself.
Anyway, as long as he is there, there will be a wave of landscape painting.
Just like last time, the organizers of the competition distributed the same painting tools to everyone.
It's just that compared to the provincial competition, the quality of the painting tools this time is better, and there is also a pen holder.
Qi Linqing spread out the paper, grinded the ink, and carefully checked whether there were any missing brush hairs.
After finishing the preparations, he subconsciously glanced at Yu Lai who was in front left.
Convenience is their own control group.
Yu Lai has already buried his head in painting.
The difficulty of the national competition is extraordinary. Although there is no time limit, everyone defaults to complete it within four to five hours.
The more you have to draw well, the more you work slowly and carefully. Time seemed tense.
Qi Linqing pondered for a moment, then picked up his brush and began to draw.
This time he chose [Pingsha Luoyan].
He didn't choose Dongting Qiuyue, which he is best at, because he was worried that he would not realize that he was too good at painting.
Like the provincial competition, the judges walked back and forth as usual. This can also check whether the contestants have plagiarized.
After half a day, most of the contestants have almost drawn the outline of the landscape.
Yan Jiade had just finished watching the paintings by Gao Taiqing, Wang Lin, Gan Yishan and others, when he turned a corner and walked towards Yu Lai.
He already had some ideas about these popular contestants in this competition.
Among Gao Taiqing, Wang Lin, and Gan Yishan, Gao Taiqing has the best painting skills.
It can only be said that he is indeed the grandson of Professor Gao.
If it wasn't for Gao Taiqing who was abroad before and only came back to compete this year, presumably the champions of the previous ink cups would have nothing to do with Wang Lin and Gan Yishan.
Yan Jiade stood beside Yu Lai, looking down at his painting.
Solid lines and robust style.
The outline of the mountains hidden in the mist has already appeared on the paper.
Yan Jiade nodded secretly, thinking that he is indeed the nephew of Yu Jinghuan, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and he looks no worse than Gao Taiqing.
When Yan Jiade turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly noticed the young man behind Yu Lai who was immersed in writing.
Artists are all about beauty.
Qi Linqing's face is indeed very attractive here.
Yan Jiade couldn't help but take a second look.
However, with just these two eyes, he couldn't take his eyes off completely.
Most of the mountains and trees in the boy's pen are composed of "dots".
This method of painting was doubted and even ridiculed by many early painters. The so-called "good at describing rootless trees, able to describe ignorant mountains", you see! How can there be a little bit of landscape
However, later, it miraculously took on a new progressive meaning in the hands of the painter Fu Yi.
In the description of Yunshui, it breaks away from expressing outlines with lines like craft patterns, and adopts a relatively natural ink rendering method. Secondly, the picture is not completely composed of dots, and the context is clear and real, very clear.
Yan Jiade knew that the formation of this technique was inspired by Fu Yi's travels in various places all year round and was inspired by real mountains and rivers.
But where did the young boy in front of him learn it
His heart was pounding, and he didn't care that he was still at the competition site, so he grabbed the opponent's arm and asked:
"Your brushwork, where did you learn from?"
As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding contestants subconsciously raised their heads.
Qi Linqing was startled for a moment, and then replied calmly: "My deceased master."
Yan Jiade suddenly felt parched, and felt that a mysterious historical Chinese painting door was slowly opening to him.
"Your master's inheritance... Does the ancestor have a relationship with the painting saint?"
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The professional part refers to Mr. Fu Baoshi's "History of Chinese Painting Changes * Figure Painting and Landscape Painting", as well as Mr. Chen Chuanxi~~
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