April 8th.
Lin Yuan finally arrived at Qin Yi's painting club.
This is the first time Lin Yuan has come to the club since returning to Qin Yi.
As soon as he entered the door, many people stood up and stared at him with burning eyes. Some people asked:
"The master is back. Will we have class today?"
Lin Yuan replied and shook his head.
He didn't come to class today.
Everyone was inevitably a little disappointed, but they didn't bother Lin Yuan, they just followed him subconsciously...
There is a display wall in the club, which is covered with works of the members of the painting club.
When Lin Yuan was still around, his works were often posted there, but this hasn’t happened recently.
Lin Yuan came to the display wall and looked at the works on it.
He now needs an assistant, one who can really help him paint.
This assistant at least has the ability to be on the display wall.
The paintings on the display walls all have the names of the painters mentioned.
There are a few names that Lin Yuan is not unfamiliar with, because some of them are regular visitors on the display wall, just like Lin Yuan's works were hung on the display wall from time to time...
"Luo Wei?"
Lin Yuan fixed his eyes on one of the paintings.
Lin Yuan had noticed this Luo Wei several times before.
This person is good at Chinese painting, and his level of Chinese painting is not inferior to Lin Yuan at all, and has reached the professional level!
But this time, what Luo Wei showed was not a Chinese painting, but a colored figure sketch.
Non-realistic style.
This is a typical comic character:
A beautiful girl wearing a crown, with a gorgeous long dress dragging on the red carpet, and an indifferent and arrogant expression.
The background seems to be a palace.
The carved beams and painted buildings, the exquisite tea cups, and even the pleats on the girl's skirt are extremely natural, which attracts people at first sight.
"The president's painting skills are amazing!"
A sighing voice came from the side, Lin Yuan turned around and found it was Zhong Yu.
"When I heard that the great god was coming, I rushed over immediately." Zhong Yu explained with a smile.
Lin Yuan nodded, then asked, "Who is the president?"
"Master, don't you know... Well, the president rarely comes to the painting club. She has to take make-up exams every semester... Of course, you don't care about such things. Luo Wei is the president of our painting club." Zhong Yu introduced.
Lin Yuan understood.
At this moment, another voice came from the side, with a hint of laziness and casualness: "Who was I thinking was talking about me taking make-up exams behind my back? It turned out to be Zhong Yu. I only failed three subjects this year."
He said this quite proudly.
Zhong Yu's expression changed, he turned to look at the girl who was talking, and said with a wry smile: "President Luo, why are you walking so quietly..."
"You were too absorbed in looking at my paintings."
The girl who was speaking had her long hair casually draped over her shoulders. She had a natural oval face, a straight nose, big dark eyes, a tall figure, and outstanding curves. Her looks were very good, and she was one of the best even in an art school like Qinyi.
The only regret is that there is a black scratch on the right side of her face.
People who often sketch should know that it is the marks that are accidentally left on the face after wiping off high-density sketches such as hair.
She is Luo Wei, the president of the painting club.
"Your face..."
Zhong Yu’s kind reminder.
Luo Wei was stunned, then she asked the girl behind her for a mirror to look at herself, and then asked for a wet wipe to wipe it clean.
Thus, a flawless beauty appeared.
She looked at Lin Yuan and took the initiative to say, "Hello, I'm Luo Wei. I've heard of you for a long time and always wanted to meet you. Today I finally met you."
"Lin Yuan."
After Lin Yuan introduced himself, he stared at the other person with some curiosity: "Are you good at drawing comics?"
Luo Wei said confidently: "I can basically draw all kinds of paintings, how about you?"
Lin Yuan said: "Me too."
Luo Wei raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when Lin Yuan suddenly asked, "Can you be my comic assistant?"
puff…
Zhong Yu made a strange sound.
Not only Zhong Yu, many members of the painting club who were paying attention to Lin Yuan and Luo Wei showed surprised expressions.
Lin Yuan actually asked the president to be his assistant
Doesn't he know who the president is
Or was it because Zhong Yu was afraid that Lin Yuan would be embarrassed, he couldn't help but remind him: "Master, President Luo is a very famous painter, and he has a certain reputation both online and in the current art world..."
"oh."
Lin Yuan nodded.
Just when everyone thought Lin Yuan was going to give up, Lin Yuan seemed to have made a difficult decision. He stared at Luo Wei and asked, "How about I give you 10,000 yuan a month?"
Everyone held their foreheads.
Luo Wei said with a smile: "I can be a cartoonist myself. Besides, I can make this much money by just taking orders online. Why should I be your cartoon assistant?"
Lin Yuan said with some regret: "Okay."
Luo Wei’s drawing skills are very high and she meets Lin Yuan’s standards as a comic assistant, but he can’t afford her, so he has to look for someone else.
"Actually, I have something to ask you."
Luo Wei smiled and looked at Lin Yuan: "Are you willing to take over from me and become the president of the painting club?"
"don't want."
Lin Yuan shook his head decisively.
He has too many things to do and has no time to be the president of the painting club.
The members of the painting club were not too surprised. Although the president of the painting club was a good position, it was something that only ordinary people aspired to. It was normal for a great guy like Lin Yuan to have no interest in it.
Luo Wei frowned.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said in a seductive voice, "Don't you want me to be your comic assistant? Let's make a bet?"
"What's the bet?"
Lin Yuan immediately became interested.
Luo Wei was delighted, but remained calm on the surface and said, "We can draw lots for the four categories: oil painting, sketch, gouache, and Chinese painting. We will compete in the category we draw..."
"What about the bet?"
"Let me make three rules. If you lose, you will become the president of the painting club. You are a junior now and you still have two years before graduation, so you will be the president for two years. If I lose, the same thing will happen. I will be your comic assistant for two years, free of charge!" Luo Wei said with a smile.
"make a deal!"
Lin Yuan did not hesitate.
Luo Wei's Chinese paintings are of professional level.
Judging from the cartoon sketch in front of him, her gouache skills are probably not much worse. The strength of the two is relatively equal, and Lin Yuan has a 50% chance of winning.
There is no loss if I lose. At worst I will just become the president.
If he wins, he’ll get a comic assistant for free!
Luo Wei snapped her fingers: "Okay, Zhong Yu, make a few notes and we'll draw them."
"Okay!"
Zhong Yu became excited.
The members of the painting club were also shouting one by one. As the president of the painting club, Luo Wei was the undisputed number one in the Qinyi Fine Arts Department. She almost always ranked first in sketching, gouache, Chinese painting, etc.!
And Lin Yuan is the mysterious great god...
Everyone knows that Lin Yuan’s sketching and gouache skills are extremely strong.
If we compare these two things, it’s hard to say who will win between Luo Wei and Lin Yuan!
Anyway, everyone is happy whether they win or lose...
Many people even want to see the president lose. After all, the president is an undefeated legend in Qin Yi’s Art Department!
And Lin Yuan
He lost and became the president of the painting club, and everyone was happy because it meant that Lin Yuan had more time to teach everyone!
No loss anyway!
Some people even analyzed it seriously.
"If I draw a sketch, I think the great god has a better chance of winning."
"The gouache should be 50-50, right?"
"If I draw Chinese painting, I guess I won't have any hope. Although I don't know how good your Chinese painting skills are, everyone in the art department knows that the president's Chinese painting skills are better than those of the instructors!"
“Is it probably 50-50 for oil paintings?”
"Well, oil painting and gouache are similar in nature. The master's gouache is so good, there is no reason why his oil painting would be bad. Needless to say, the president has won many awards for her oil paintings."
"… "
While the discussion was going on, someone just wanted to watch the fun and sent a message in the group: "The president wants to compete with Master Lin Yuan in painting!"
"What?"
"President vs. Master?"
"I am coming!"
"You're not out with your girlfriend..."
"It's like a meteorite hitting the blue planet. How can a girlfriend be as exciting as this!"
"Right here!"
"This is the final battle!"
"… "
Not long after Zhong Yu finished writing the note, a lot of people appeared in the painting club. They were obviously art students who came after hearing the news.
"Who's going to draw?"
Zhong Yu looked at Lin Yuan and Luo Wei.
Luo Wei shrugged: "Whatever."
Lin Yuan said: "You come and smoke it."
Zhong Yu laughed and said, "Then I'll draw. I must draw a sketch for the master!"
He fished out a piece of paper.
"What is it?"
Everyone stared at Zhong Yu.
Zhong Yu was still keeping the secret, took a sip of water, and was in no hurry to open it.
Luo Wei asked Lin Yuan: "Do you need a referee?"
Lin Yuan shook his head: "There are enough referees."
Yes, everyone in the painting club can be a referee.
Luo Wei said she understood: "If there is a real dispute, we can ask the tutor or professor to be a witness, but I think it is not necessary to be so troublesome."
Lin Yuan nodded.
Both he and Luo Wei have professional-level skills. Basically, they can tell who wins and who loses just by looking at each other's paintings.
"It's time to reveal the secret."
Zhong Yu kept everyone in suspense. When everyone was getting impatient, he slowly opened the note. After looking at the contents of the note, Zhong Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he said bitterly:
"Great God... I'm sorry."
Everyone asked at once: "What on earth is going on?"
Zhong Yu unfolded the note, on which were written two words:
traditional Chinese painting!
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then it became even more lively:
"I'll go?"
"traditional Chinese painting?"
"This is President Luo's home court!"
"This is President Luo's area of expertise!"
"Can the Great God still do it?"
"Didn't the master say that he also knows Chinese painting?"
"Of course I believe that the great master can do Chinese painting, but the question is, don't you know President Luo's Chinese painting level?"
"… "
Luo Wei smiled, looked at Lin Yuan and said, "How about changing to oil painting? You have no chance with Chinese painting."
Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I took advantage of you."
Luo Wei was stunned: "What advantage did you take?"
Lin Yuan said honestly: "You can't beat me in Chinese painting."
However, this sentence sounded like a provocation to Luo Wei, causing her to feel slightly dissatisfied: "Do you think your Chinese painting can beat mine? This is a Chinese painting, not a sketch or gouache."
Lin Yuan nodded.
The other party gave me a chance to regret, so I naturally had to give him a chance: "At least today, you can't beat me."
Lin Yuan was telling the truth.
But Luo Wei felt that Lin Yuan's words were a bit harsh. After all, Chinese painting was the type of painting she was most proud of and best at. "Then you may regret it. The works displayed on the wall are not my full level."
Lin Yuan nodded to show his understanding.
Seeing that Lin Yuan was still calm, Luo Wei's heart was stirred even more. Perhaps this opponent was worth her full effort.
"Great God, you..."
Zhong Yu didn't know where Lin Yuan's confidence came from. He felt that Lin Yuan didn't understand Luo Wei's strength yet, but it was not easy for him to say it directly. He could only pull Lin Yuan's sleeve slightly to hint that it would be better to change the type.
Everyone in the painting club had the same idea.
However, Luo Wei did not give everyone a chance to hesitate: "Then let's follow the rules and compete in Chinese painting. There are too many people here. Shall we go in and compete?"
Luo Wei pointed to the room inside.
Lin Yuan nodded.
Luo Wei asked: "How long will it take you?"
Lin Yuan said: "Whatever."
Luo Wei raised her eyebrows: "Two hours is fine then. Which kind of Chinese painting?"
Chinese paintings are also divided into categories.
According to the materials used and the methods of expression, it can be subdivided into ink painting, heavy color, light crimson, fine brushwork, freehand brushwork, and line drawing.
According to the subject matter, there are figure painting, landscape painting, flower and bird painting, etc.
"casual."
Lin Yuan still has these two words.
Luo Wei gave Lin Yuan a deep look and said, "Then whatever you want."
She entered the empty room next door, and Lin Yuan followed her in, asking Zhong Yu to prepare the paints.
"God, you're on your own."
After Zhong Yu helped Lin Yuan prepare the paint, he muttered softly.
Lin Yuan nodded.
At this time, Luo Wei was sitting opposite Lin Yuan and had already picked up the paintbrush: "Friendly reminder, I'm going to paint in ink and wash, which is the type of Chinese painting I am best at."
“I also do ink painting.”
Lin Yuan originally planned to paint in ink and wash.
But after hearing this, Luo Wei felt that Lin Yuan was provoking her even more, as if to imply that no matter what she drew, he could follow her because he had no problem with it...
"Let's get started."
Luo Wei's expression turned serious.
But when she got serious, all irrelevant emotions were thrown away. She didn't even think about who she was competing with. She just wanted to present her painting in the most perfect way.
Lin Yuan also became serious—
I used Qi Baishi's character card seriously.
He wasn't pretending, nor did he mean to be provocative.
If he drew something else, Lin Yuan wouldn't be completely sure.
Only in Chinese painting, Lin Yuan felt that there was no reason for him to lose, because after using the character card, he was no longer Lin Yuan, but...
Qi Baishi!
Moreover, he was Qi Baishi at his peak!
This is indeed the case. As Qi Baishi's character card was activated, Lin Yuan's mind was already filled with understanding of Chinese painting.
His understanding of Chinese painting far exceeds his own professional level!
This should be the top level of Chinese painting above the professional level!
And at this time.
What Lin Yuan was about to paint was Qi Baishi's shrimp!
The name of this picture is "Six Shrimps"!
On raw rice paper.
Lin Yuan dipped the brush into ink and drew the first stroke.
This is the closest shrimp in the picture.
Dip the brush in light ink, dip the tip of the brush in thick ink, add a moderate amount of water, and use two strokes with the side of the brush to outline the shrimp head.
The first stroke is short and thick.
The second stroke is thin and long.
When writing with the side of the brush, the joints of the body appear vividly on the paper.
When it came to the legs, Lin Yuan had already started with the center, and then he made a heavy stroke on the head!
Jiao Feng tapped the shrimp eye, and Lin Yuan's wrist was suspended in the air.
The light ink and the thick ink echo each other, and the sense of space is instantly maximized...
Lin Yuan couldn't help but want to praise the painting, saying it was really good, but when he thought it was shameful to praise himself, he suppressed the thought.
Just paint as much as you can!
Lin Yuan enjoyed this state.
And as he completed his first shrimp, its shape became lively, agile, and alert, and it had matured to the point where it seemed to have life!
Lin Yuan had a very clear idea of the characteristics of the shrimp in his mind.
Therefore, with just a few strokes and the use of different shades of ink, a sense of movement is expressed.
By the time of the second shrimp, the hard shell was almost transparent, from dark to light.
Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...
As the brush strokes change, the shrimp's waist presents various strange postures; some are bending forward, some are wandering with straight waists, and some are crawling with bent waists.
When the sixth shrimp was finished, Lin Yuan finally stopped.
“No one knows more about ink painting of shrimp than Qi Baishi.”
This was the only feeling in Lin Yuan's heart at the moment. Especially after looking at the painting in front of him, Lin Yuan deeply understood...
If he had not used Qi Baishi's character cards, he would never have been able to draw a "Six Shrimps" of this level with his professional painting skills alone!
He called it a day.
Looking up at Luo Wei, she seemed to be completely immersed in her painting. Her brushstrokes were mostly thicker, and her wrist was suspended in the air, so she used a wider range of strokes. Lin Yuan could probably guess that she was painting large creatures...
He didn't bother.
Didn't get up either.
Just wait quietly.
At this time, outside the door, more and more people from the painting club had gathered, accompanied by endless discussions:
"Are you competing in Chinese painting?"
"Then the great god is gone?"
"The result doesn't seem that hard to guess."
"There's not much suspense. What I'm looking forward to is how exciting President Luo's Chinese painting will be this time!"
"Yeah, I haven't seen President Luo paint Chinese paintings for a long time!"
"Zhong Yu, you too, you picked something else but Chinese painting."
"What a stupid teammate of the great god."
"He's still the top disciple. He doesn't cheat anyone but his master."
"Hahahaha, maybe the great god won?"
"Come on, even a professional Chinese painting player can't necessarily beat President Luo."
"President Luo is one of the best Chinese painters, even among the professional ones."
"… "
Just then, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
Zhong Yu had a sad face, and when he saw the newcomer, he became even more depressed: "Why is Professor Kong here?"
"Can Professor Kong not come?"
"How many instructors have been alarmed by this matter?"
"The Great God and President Luo are not ordinary students."
"At their age, they will be able to make a name for themselves in the professional painting world in the future."
"… "
No matter what's going on outside, no one will come in to disturb them.
Nearly two hours later, Luo Wei finally stopped painting. She rubbed her sore wrist and looked at Lin Yuan: "Are you okay now?"
"Um."
Luo Wei nodded: "Be a good president of the painting club in the future and teach everyone more. I also want to teach, but I am not as good as you..."
Lin Yuan: “…”
After Luo Wei finished her painting, she no longer had much desire to compete. To be more precise, she didn't think she would lose: "Let's exchange?"
"Um."
Lin Yuan took the painting off and handed it to Luo Wei.
Luo Wei also took down the painting and handed it to Lin Yuan.
“What I painted is the phoenix, the king of birds. But this is not the first time I have painted a phoenix. I have been practicing painting phoenixes since I was a child, and I have been practicing for eight years so far. It’s just that I don’t have a good grasp of colors, so I have always used the ink painting method, which is a phoenix flaw…” Luo Wei introduced while taking over Lin Yuan’s painting.
Lin Yuan took Luo Wei's painting, and there was a moment of surprise in his eyes!
This is indeed a painting of a phoenix spreading its wings in ink and wash!
The brushstrokes were just right, and Luo Wei fully displayed the arrogance of the king of birds!
beautiful!
So beautiful!
If Lin Yuan did not have Qi Baishi's character card, he would most likely be slightly inferior if it came to ink painting alone, because the other party was indeed extremely good at painting phoenixes!
Ear.
Luo Wei is still introducing her painting: "There is no real phoenix in the world, just like there is no dragon, so I have no reference for comparison. I can only perfect it based on people's descriptions of the phoenix, as well as some movies, animations and even paintings. The essence of this painting is..."
For some reason.
Luo Wei's eyes suddenly fixed on Lin Yuan's painting, and her voice suddenly stopped.
The air was deathly silent.
Are shrimp and phoenix comparable
Anyone with a little common sense knows that there is no comparison between these two creatures.
Everyone can eat shrimp. If you have money, it’s no problem to eat a big lobster that costs several thousand yuan.
But the phoenix is something that people will never be able to see in their entire lives.
Therefore, people have endowed the Phoenix with countless good intentions.
Such beautiful images have been reflected in Luo Wei's paintings.
But when Luo Wei saw Lin Yuan's painting, she suddenly had strong doubts about whether the phoenix was more noble than the shrimp.
If I were to say that I was using pen and ink, then Lin Yuan was manipulating the pen and ink!
His shrimps seem alive, full of interest and lifelike.
The ink color and brush marks are not complicated, but they vividly show the structure and texture of the shrimp.
Every stroke and every outline has the flavor of metal and stone.
Good painting skills, excellent appreciation ability, and family-learned background made Luo Wei even develop an inexplicable sense of inferiority.
Very amazing.
Luo Wei didn't know what kind of facial expression she was showing. She widened her already big eyes while breathing rapidly, raised her eyebrows high, and her expression was gloomy, but she couldn't suppress a bit of enthusiasm and joy, which was extremely complicated.
Shape, quality, movement…
The beauty lies in the similarity and dissimilarity.
Luo Wei suddenly understood why Lin Yuan said that she couldn't win.
That is not arrogance, but an extreme self-confidence, which is natural for a master!
Even if she continued to study the phoenix for a few more years, she was destined not to win. It was not because her drawing was not good enough, but because the other party's drawing was too good!
I really want...
Luo Wei was sure that she had fallen in love with this painting, just as strong as the desire she had felt when she saw an authentic work of an ancient master at a high-end art exhibition last time. It was an almost primitive joy of seeing something.
As for the result of the game? That doesn't matter anymore.
Phoenix... not as good as shrimp!
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ps: In order to keep the chapters going, I resisted the urge to post and finished the minimum of 6,000 words. There is still early time, so I will write one more chapter to wrap up this plot. I am really grateful for everyone's monthly votes. The current position of my new book in the first place is very stable.