As the summer vacation ended, news broke out online that Qi Lele had accepted a new TV series and variety show.
He plans to take the actor's art test route in the future, and his grades are excellent, so he doesn't have to worry about the college entrance examination at all.
The admissions teachers of Beijing Film and Nortel have spoken out, and the school gates will always be open to him.
[Others' third year of high school: I will work hard for a hundred days, and I want to go to xx university. Qi Lele's third year in high school: filming, variety shows, making money]
[I heard that Universal is going to use this pastoral variety show to whitewash him]
[What about Qi Linqing? It seems that he is not far away from entering the entertainment circle]
[No, no, the latest news, Qi Linqing went to the studio for retreat]
[? ? ? ]
[What? ]
[It's because I don't understand the world anymore]
[Is he really going to paint after his dream? ]
[I think it’s not bad, people with dreams deserve encouragement. ]
[And his traditional Chinese painting is already very good. ]
[Perhaps the college entrance examination is more important to him now than entering the circle. ]
[Qi Linqing sees it quite clearly. ]
[Wuuuuuu, don't we have to wait for him for a year (tears)]
[Chebai! @《唐月风云》Official WeChat account, let’s broadcast it soon! ! Ball]
[kids can't wait]
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City H, Chinese Painting Association.
At the assistant's suggestion, Mr. Xu saw these comments on the Internet.
"He went to the studio to learn painting?!" Mr. Xu was shocked.
The assistant nodded and said, "Yes. I heard it's a studio in City B."
Mr. Xu sighed for a while. Unexpectedly, with Qi Linqing's painting ability, he would still be willing to go to such a large studio that was established for art examination.
"His Chinese painting skills are already so outstanding, but he still wants to learn Western painting..." Mr. Xu shook his head and sighed.
Assistant: "Maybe there is no way. With the current art education system, you must learn sketch color to take the entrance exam."
Mr. Xu: "Actually, I don't think Qi Linqing even needs to take the college entrance examination. I want to worship him as a teacher, and those fine arts and Chinese painting departments can directly hire him as a visiting professor."
The assistant's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "You are exaggerating..."
"It's not an exaggeration at all." Mr. Xu shook his head, remembering that the live broadcast of the newcomer to traditional Chinese painting has aroused widespread enthusiasm overseas.
Several well-known Chinese painting masters in the world are asking who he is.
Mr. Xu had already been certain in his heart that the other party should be Qi Linqing.
Considering his age, voice, and those two long-lost Chinese painting techniques, it could only be him.
If it wasn't for Qi Linqing's being too young, old Mr. Xu would be willing to spread his reputation because of his old face.
He is eager to let more people discover this dusty bright pearl, a rising star in the world of traditional Chinese painting.
But now the situation involves foreign countries, which is more complicated.
If you take the liberty to disclose Qi Linqing's identity as a contributor to this set of lost techniques, it is easy to make this child a target.
Assistant: "Huh?"
Mr. Xu: "Afterwards, the National Painting and Calligraphy Association plans to publish teaching techniques books, and plans to put his name on it as the first signature."
The assistant opened his mouth wide in surprise.
The sales of teaching books published by the National Painting and Calligraphy Association every time are quite high, and people who love Chinese painting all over the country will buy them. Even in previous years, many traditional Chinese painting departments of the Academy of Fine Arts would uniformly order it as a textbook.
Even Mr. Xu, who is highly respected in the association, has never received such an honor.
After all, who can hand over more than a dozen long-lost ancient Chinese painting techniques casually like Qi Linqing
Zhimo Studio, Class D.
The first wiring class was over, and Han Shi went on to the second class.
The classes here in the studio are different from those in school. They always go on for most of the day and don't finish class in the middle.
If students have needs such as going to the toilet to solve by themselves, it is quite free.
Han Shi clapped his hands to call everyone's attention.
Waiting for everyone to look up.
He said: "Time is tight. Compared with other classes, our progress is already very behind. So next, I will teach you the simplest perspective sketch. If there are students who can't catch up, come to me after class."
Feng Jiaqing wailed a little.
He's not even good at arranging cables, huh huh.
Zhong Chen glanced at him and said, "It's okay, I'm pretty bad at wiring."
Zhong Chen thought to himself that he didn't have much talent for painting. At the beginning, it was still under the hands-on teaching of the master, and the painting skills could barely satisfy my father.
Feng Jiaqing: "But don't you and Qi Linqing live in the same dormitory?"
Zhong Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked back, "How do you know?"
Feng Jiaqing: "The dormitory list is posted on the door. You two are famous people. It must have been spread all over the studio."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Careless.
Feng Jiaqing silently added in his heart, maybe there are N+1 young ladies in the studio who are cpping secretly in Chuangqun.
Zhong Chen: "So what."
Feng Jiaqing blinked, "I'm envious of you. You get the moon first if you are close to the water. Qi Linqing can make up lessons for you day and night, so you don't have to worry about not being able to keep up with the progress."
In his eyes, Qi Linqing was no longer an ordinary person.
Sure enough, there is no simple character who can win the national championship of traditional Chinese painting.
Your big brother will always be your big brother.
Even if a full-level boss cuts his account and starts to learn sketching again, he can still crush a rookie like him with a little finger.
Zhong Chen: "?"
What the hell are day and night make-up classes...
On the other side, Qi Linqing was listening carefully.
Han Shi: "The principle of perspective is that the near is wide and the far is narrow, and the near is real and far is empty. For example, if you stand in the middle of a railway and look far away, will the railway become narrower and narrower? I believe you will see objects that are close to you. What is seen is clearer, and what is far away is blurred."
"There are three perspectives, namely one-point perspective, two-point perspective, and three-point perspective. One-point perspective is the simplest and most commonly used. Objects drawn will have a better sense of volume and space. Two-point perspective will make objects feel more physical. Enhanced, three-point perspective will make the volume and sense of space of the object achieve the best effect, so as to draw three-dimensional objects on two-dimensional paper.”
Qi Linqing nodded secretly.
But he has already understood this truth. The lost three-dimensional technique mentioned by Tanggula's father before was born.
Recently, Qi Linqing also read a lot of allusion books related to art, and felt a little emotional in his heart.
Now when it comes to perspective, the first thing everyone thinks of is sketching.
For example, "Fruit Basket" created by Caravaggio in 1596, the album text introduced: "For the first time, the fruit basket was elevated to the theme of painting, and Caravaggio created a precedent for still life painting."
But in fact, this kind of "still life painting" subject matter has been rare and common in ancient Chinese paintings, and it is not uncommon.
Han Shi started to demonstrate the three-dimensional cube on the blackboard with chalk. In addition to the lines, you also need to paint for shadows.
Qi Linqing had seen these Qi Linqing in books before, but he still read them very intently.
He is thinking dialectically in his mind about the similarities and differences between the western art system and traditional Chinese painting.
Han Shi took out a model painting and pasted it on the blackboard for everyone to continue practicing, and said loudly: "From shaping, laying the tone to detailing, we must advance step by step, and pay attention to the overall relationship."
After the voice fell, the classroom gradually became quiet, except for the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper.
Only a few students who are quick to learn can draw like a duck to water.
Most of the people present have zero foundation, and they can barely learn how to draw lines. It is inevitable that they will be unable to draw cubes quickly.
There is a saying - the eyes can see it, but the hands have not learned it, and it is what they say.
Feng Jiaqing is one of them, who puts on a mask of pain while painting.
Among them, there is a student who has learned some sketches beforehand but is still in Class D. We call him Leek for short here.
Leek draws a cube, and he is very proud of himself.
He thought to himself, I will answer this question, and I will definitely kill everyone later.
This kind of information that is already known makes the pores of the leek dilate, and the writing is more energetic.
Leek was a little upset when Han Shi praised Qi Linqing just now.
Why? It should be him who was praised.
He has already practiced wiring several times, and he must be better than this group of novices.
In the eyes of leeks, the students in this class D are like level 0.
Although he himself is not very good, he can be regarded as a level 1 anyway.
Except for geniuses, no one can fight across ranks.
However, ten minutes later.
Han Shi looked around, and it was still Qi Linqing who praised: "I see your progress, and you will be promoted to Class C soon."
When everyone heard it, they all looked up.
Seeing that the person being praised is Qi Linqing, well, nothing happened.
Anyway, this was originally a young genius of traditional Chinese painting, so of course they couldn't compare.
Leek is unwilling.
He tried his best to look at the other party's painting.
Did he see it
Yes, Leek saw it.
He saw a sketch of a cube that was almost identical to the drawing on the blackboard.
Even, the composition of perspective is even better than Fan Hua's vagueness.
Leek was silent.
Leek was ashamed.
Leek wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.
He finally understood what it means to pretend to fail but get slapped in the face.
hateful!
Why does a full-level boss appear in Class D!
At the end of the morning class, Qi Linqing had already finished five paintings of a cube, a prism cone, an ellipse, a double prism combination, and a three-square cone combination.
His progress is undoubtedly the fastest in the class.
Later, Han Shi gave up teaching Qi Linqing, so he simply gave him a model painting and asked him to study it by himself.
If it wasn't for him taking the time to teach Zhong Chen and Feng Jiaqing, perhaps Qi Linqing's learning progress could jump directly to still life.
Feng Jiaqing sniffed and sobbed: "I saw the unevenness of the world again. The boss is actually by my side!"
Qi Linqing waved his hands quickly when he heard the words, and said, "I'm not, I'm just a beginner in sketching."
Feng Jiaqing looked up at the sky, "They are all beginners, you can already be my teacher. I will treat you to milk tea next time."
Qi Linqing: "No, I'm just telling you some basic points that need attention."
Zhong Chen glanced at him sideways, feeling a little strange turmoil in his heart.
This person has an extremely keen talent in painting, and he is also like a master.
...
The get out of class bell rang.
Zhong Chen went to the cafeteria for lunch with him and Feng Jiaqing whom he had just met.
The food in the studio canteen is good, with four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables, and the rice is sticky and soft.
Qi Linqing took the dinner plate and found a seat by the window to sit down.
The dishes he chose were fried pork with sharp peppers, chicken with chestnuts and braised vegetables in oil, eggplant with mashed garlic, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.
"Do you want to eat?" Zhong Chen purposely put a shrimp into his bowl.
This is also a temptation.
Zhong Chen knew that Master's hometown was Dongting Lake, and he preferred fish, shrimp and seafood.
Qi Linqing shook his head, took the shrimp back, and said, "Eat it yourself."
Feng Jiaqing next to him was stunned.
He suddenly felt like a huge glowing light bulb.
Zhong Chen raised his eyes calmly, glanced at Qi Linqing, and asked, "Don't you like shrimp?"
Qi Linqing nodded vaguely.
He himself likes to eat it, but the original owner has severe allergies and cannot eat it.
It should be rounded up.
"..."
Zhong Chen angrily poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks.
Damn it!
It actually made him find another difference between the other party and the master.
On the other side of the cafeteria.
Tang Gula was queuing up to buy food with his new classmates.
This classmate is a repeat student named Liu Ping. Don't look at his appearance, but I heard that his watercolors are so spiritually superior that even the studio teacher feels ashamed.
Liu Ping noticed that Tang Gula was looking towards the window frequently, and subconsciously looked over.
When he saw Qi Linqing sitting over there, he suddenly asked, "Do you know him?"
Tang Gula nodded and said, "He and I are high school classmates."
Liu Ping: "Oh, I remember, you both studied Chinese painting, right?"
Tanggula: "Yes. He is very powerful, and he should be able to catch up with Class A soon."
This is also the reason why Tang Gula didn't strike up a conversation immediately when he met the other party in the studio.
He knew that with Qi Linqing's strength, even if they started from scratch, they would meet at the top sooner or later.
And Zhong Chen? He couldn't believe how much art talent this once ignorant and ignorant second-generation school bully had.
At that time, he and Qi Linqing will be in the same class, and they will be the first to get the moon if they are close to the water.
Liu Ping said casually, "That's not necessarily true."
"The gap between Chinese painting and Western art is not so easy to bridge."
A trace of doubt flashed across Tanggula's heart.
He also understands this truth.
But he still hoped that Qi Linqing would progress quickly to class A.
…
Afternoon classes.
Feng Jiaqing is still struggling with the cube on his paper.
He bit the butt of the pen, thinking that today either you will die or I will live.
When he was tired of drawing, Feng Jiaqing glanced at Zhong Chen who was next to him, and the other party was just drawing a prism and a cone.
Feng Jiaqing subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his head, glanced forward unconsciously from the corner of his eye, and saw that Qi Linqing had already drawn a very difficult still life sketch of glass texture against the sample book.
Feng Jiaqing: As expected of you.
At this time, Qi Linqing once again entered the selfless state of painting.
He is immersed in the fun and pleasure of discovering the mysteries of sketching.
Western art is indeed very different from the traditional Chinese painting system. But sketch can be popular all over the world, and it has its own unique features.
Holding a sharpened pencil and eraser in his hand, he swung his wrist quickly, and wrote on the paper.
Sometimes Qi Linqing feels that he is planting flowers and plants while painting a portrait, watching it grow up little by little, forming a complete shape.
He will want to keep painting.
The student next to him raised his head and looked at him when he heard the voice.
Then they were dumbfounded.
The painting in front of Qi Linqing didn't look any different from Fan Hua's.
And it is still life sketch which is quite difficult.
Is he really just a Class D beginner
Han Shi walked around the class and walked behind Qi Linqing again.
The other party's artistic talent is stronger than Han Shi imagined. He has been a studio teacher for seven years, and this is the first time he has seen such an impressive student.
It was like, he just gave a key.
It is convenient to use it to open countless treasures.
Qi Linqing has a keen instinct for painting that is almost like a beast. His composition is extremely precise, and there is no mistake in the proportion of objects or the perspective of space.
Especially the sense of space reflected in his works, black, white and gray layers are distinct, and the relationship between virtual and real is stable.
Not to mention the amazing details...
Han Shi wanted to applaud.
"Isn't it your first time to draw a still life?" Han Shi couldn't help asking.
Qi Linqing: "It's the first time."
An unbelievable expression appeared on Han Shi's face. real or fake? Anyway, he didn't believe it.
Behind them, Feng Jiaqing shook his head and thought, maybe this is a genius.
The world of geniuses is so terrifying.
Zhong Chen crossed his arms and looked at them with deep eyes.
After a while.
Qi Linqing finished the painting and compared it with the original painting, but he was still a little dissatisfied.
He asked Han Shi how he could make the tone of the picture so smooth.
Han Shi: "You have done a good job in the early stage, the lines are arranged neatly, and the dots are stuck in place, but you lack the combined use of kneading tools. Didn't your previous sketch teacher teach you to use paper towels and wipe pens well? Waiting for tools."
Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I haven't learned sketching before."
He didn't expect to be able to use paper towels and other foreign objects. He tried rubbing it with his fingers just now, but it didn't achieve such a good effect.
Han Shi: "..."
If he hadn't seen the other party's swearing face, he would have suspected that Qi Linqing was teasing him.
Han Shi coughed lightly, and said, "You can also try using a beauty sponge."
Qi Linqing: "OK."
He took out a pen and paper, and recorded the beauty sponge on his new shopping list.
Throughout the afternoon, Qi Linqing compared Fan's sample book and finished two still life sketches.
At first, his speed was a little slow, but after he got used to it, he wrote quickly.
He was obsessed with discovering the differences in the Western art world, and once he started, he couldn't control it.
But this scene fell in the eyes of others, but it seemed extremely terrifying.
His ability to imitate is too strong, like an automatic printer.
Han Shi even wondered if Qi Linqing was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and deliberately demoted himself to class D for some purpose.
But Feng Jiaqing and Zhong Chen knew that he was indeed a beginner in sketching.
Sitting next to each other, they witnessed each other's progress.
Although... this rate of progress is terrifying.
Someone muttered in a strange way: "Why do people who have already learned sketching come to our class?"
It really hit them hard.
His voice was not too loud, just enough to spread across the back half of the classroom.
Everyone's expressions suddenly brightened.
Feng Jiaqing snorted coldly, and counterattacked: "I know you are an ordinary person, please don't use the world of ordinary people to speculate about geniuses."
Qi Linqing acted as if she had never heard of it.
The main reason is that when he draws, he automatically blocks the outside sound.
When the class was over, he packed up his painting materials, stood up and followed the flow of people to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Zhong Chen followed behind him and also stepped into the sink.
The faucet is turned on.
The splashing water slanted down and slipped down his slender fingers.
It was only then that Zhong Chen noticed that his elbows were almost covered with large areas of carbon ink.
Genius is not scary.
Terrible is the hardworking genius.
After Qi Lin washed his hands, he pulled a paper towel to wipe it off, and said, "Going back to the dormitory?"
Zhong Chen came back to his senses and replied "Yes".
The two returned to the dormitory.
Qi Linqing noticed that there were two pillows on Zhong Chen's bed.
He remembered that the little apprentice had this habit when he slept in the past, and he liked to sleep with things in his arms.
One night when there was thunder, the other party came to my bed, and finally unconsciously regarded him as a human-shaped pillow, and the whole body was tightly stuck to him like an octopus.
"I'm going to take a shower first." Zhong Chen said.
Qi Linqing: "Okay, I can read books."
Zhong Chen nodded, bent down, took a change of clothes from the suitcase, turned and walked into the bathroom.
So far, the living together in the dormitory of the two can be described as respecting each other as guests.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Chen found a small piece of soap next to his shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner bottles, which was half bald.
Accidentally, the soap was knocked down by him again and slipped into the sewer.
Zhong Chen: "..."
It's over.
His first reaction was to be scolded by the opponent again.
Zhong Chen took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He couldn't take it anymore, he thought to himself, someday he must go buy a few pieces of decent soap for the other party, and then put it in the soap box!
…
outside the door.
Qi Linqing was a little surprised when he answered the phone.
Because it was Mr. Xu from the Provincial Painting and Calligraphy Association. I don't know where the other party got his number from.
Mr. Xu said sincerely: "Linqing, we are very grateful for your contribution to the association. Now the National Association of Calligraphy and Painting is planning to publish a teaching book on techniques. After discussion, we have decided to use your name as the first signature of the author of the book. right."
Mr. Xu thought that the other party would be very excited. Even he would be proud of such an honor.
But Qi Linqing was very calm.
After all, he already knew that he was a saint of painting, and had already been written into various historical classics and textbooks.
He even felt that this was not good, and tried to refuse: "...it's better not to."
After all, he didn't write the book.
Mr. Xu admired Qi Linqing even more in his heart. God! No matter how old he is, he is so indifferent to fame and wealth.
Mr. Xu thought of this, and still insisted: "If it weren't for the lost techniques you provided, this book would not have been born."
Qi Linqing: "It's okay. In fact, I still have several ancient painting methods here. I will summarize them and send them to you someday."
Old Mr. Xu was surprised and delighted, his eyes wet with emotion.
It is really an honor for the traditional Chinese painting circle to get this young man.
He choked up and asked, "I heard that you are now studying in the studio?"
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
Mr. Xu thought he wanted to study in the Chinese Painting Department of the Fine Arts University, so he hurriedly said: "Actually, with your strength, there is no need to take the domestic art examination. I know that this kind of art examination has many disadvantages. How about this, I will help you write a Letter of introduction, you can go directly to the Academy of Fine Arts as a visiting professor."
Although it is scary to say that the other party is a visiting professor at the age of 18, but in terms of the other party's talent in traditional Chinese painting, Mr. Xu thinks there is no problem at all.
After all, Qi Linqing knew so many lost techniques that he could be his master.
Qi Linqing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "No, I still want to go to university."
Mr. Xu said that he couldn't understand, "Your Chinese painting skills can be the teacher of those professors, why bother?"
Qi Linqing: "Uh, actually what I want to learn now is Western art."
Mr. Xu: "..."
night.
Zhong Chen originally wanted to watch a TV series to relax, but saw that Qi Linqing had installed the simple folding easel that he brought over in the room.
Zhong Chen was a little surprised, and said, "It's so late, do you still want to draw?"
Qi Linqing: "No, let you draw. You just learned the ellipse in class today, and the progress is too slow."
Zhong Chen: "."
Qi Linqing waved to him and said gently, "Come here, I'll teach you."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Could this be what Feng Jiaqing said about making up lessons day and night
The author has something to say: Qi Linqing: Our goal is to combine Chinese and Western styles to reach the pinnacle of art!
Mr. Xu pinches people: This person is obviously very good at Chinese painting but wants to learn Western art