Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu spent a whole day painting in the study, and the broken rice paper fell all over the carpet.
Putting down the pen almost at the same time, the horizontally opened rice paper was put together, and two paintings with the same theme came into view. Ji Shenyu bit his lip, as if he suddenly kicked his legs while sleeping, unconscious behavior, but after biting, he panicked.
He has no time to compare, staring at the other side's picture intently, the fluttering clothes and the flapping magpie are too realistic, the texture is as thin as hair, and the complicated folds are not messy. He remembered that Ding Hanbai painted the ghost pattern, and every stroke was meticulous, which attracted applause from the audience.
Ding Hanbai was lazy and arrogant, but his paintings were meticulous, so Ji Shenyu was surprised.
"What do you want to say?" Ding Hanbai also scrutinized the two paintings, "I'll be honest with you, it's good to take it out, I'll make do with it."
Ji Shenyu already admired the painting skills of the other party, so he did not refute: "How can you make it?"
Ding Hanbai pointed at him: "We paint not for appreciation, but to lay the foundation for carving, so we must be precise and authentic. Some painters have said that only by being very similar can we express the spirit, but your 'very similar' is not enough. "
Ji Shenyu humbly accepted: "Are there any other questions?"
Ding Hanbai glanced at him, as if he did not expect him to be so humble, so he pointed out the problem in a softer tone: "Painting pays attention to two major points, the layout is well-organized, and the colors are appropriate. We only need to look at the layout, if you think your own Is there a problem with the layout?"
Ji Shenyu scrutinized for a moment: "The living creatures are too concentrated, and they are too heavy."
He sat down and repainted, and after he was completely fine, he took a picture with Ding Hanbai. Combining pictures means to complete a picture together, facing a piece of paper and merging their respective pictures into one picture, without deviation or difference, so that outsiders cannot see the difference.
The posture is crowded, Ji Shenyu's right arm is against Ding Hanbai's left arm, when he is about to fail, Ding Hanbai raises his hand to avoid it, puts his arm behind him, and half surrounds him. The two held their breaths, and perhaps looked at each other when they dipped in ink and changed pens, but there was no communication.
A silent collaboration ends with the sunset, and an entire painting is finally completed.
Ding Hanbai commented: "You can draw it, so why didn't you draw more finely before?"
Ji Shenyu had also studied painting hard and didn't want to be misunderstood, so he got up and ran to the bedroom, and came back with this booklet. The hard cover was only printed with Ji Fangxu's seal, and he said, "This is my master's painting, take a look."
Ding Hanbai is opened, and the characters in the landscape have their own shapes. However, only a few strokes have been taken in the details, and the charm is there, but it is not carefully carved, which makes people feel that the painter is quite lazy.
Ding Hanbai shook his head: "No, my family also has Master Ji's picture album, it's not like that."
Ding Hanbai flipped through and found a book of flowers and birds, which Ji Fangxu gave to Ding Yanshou as a birthday gift when he was young. When he opened it, the flowers and plants were extremely realistic, and the birds and birds were so vivid that it was difficult to imitate them.
Ji Shenyu immediately understood that Ji Fangxu became obsessed with antiques, and his focus gradually shifted. Anyway, there are gains and losses.
The night passed, and Ding Hanbai didn't go to work again. Early in the morning, he carried an aluminum kettle to irrigate the flowerbed. The cloves took his surname, and he poured them into the mud. After pouring, go to the study and wait, ready to complete the line drawing in the morning.
Ji Shenyu was late with the candy in his mouth and leaned over the table: "Brother, I have a question."
Ding Hanbai wiped the stone with a deerskin handkerchief: "What's the problem?"
Ji Shenyu said, "Aren't we going to learn from each other? But when carving a piece of things together, we must keep in sync, so how can we differentiate?"
Ding Hanbai raised his eyes, his eyes were the same as when Ji Shenyu carved a lucky bamboo, and his tone was not good: "You can keep up with the trip, and we can divide it up? The one who is taller than me is Ding Yanshou. fart."
Ji Shenyu stood up abruptly, he had already learned Ding Hanbai's arrogance, but he didn't expect that the other party still looked down on him so much.
The two guarded the line of the Hibiscus Stone. This stone is their favorite love, so they put aside the competition first and tried their best to cooperate. Ji Shenyu has already seen the speed of Ding Hanbai's line drawing, and his lazy painting style, which he inherited from Ji Fangxu, cannot be changed overnight, and he is gradually falling behind.
He knew that Ding Hanbai was waiting for him at a slower pace, but if it was just right to slow down by four points, Ding Hanbai would only slow down by less than two points.
Ji Shenyu's palms were sweating: "Senior brother, wait for me."
With a smooth nib, Ding Hanbai didn't slow down at all: "What are you waiting for? You may be rejected, ridiculed, or looked down upon. It's better to catch up with your teeth, tie and surpass, then you can shame him, run on him, and press him. got him."
Ji Shenyu clenched the crown of his teeth and sped up, looking at his nose and heart, he could hardly be let down. After finally finishing the line, he asked with sweat on his forehead, "What will you do when I'm really ashamed of you, run against you, and press you down?"
Ding Hanbai replied: "Nothing, it's my fault for not working hard." He rinsed the brush clean, knocked the pen against the brush to wash the water droplets, and the beads were thrown out, but a faint smile appeared on his face, "Never hate your opponent's strength. , the scenery is still abysmal, and the posture must be good-looking.”
Ji Shenyu nodded. Since he came here, Ding Hanbai said a lot to him, hot and cold, good and bad, some of which he agreed with, and some of which he forgot after hearing it. He remembered the sentence just now, and with the expression on Ding Hanbai's face, he also remembered it.
After the painting is finished, the embryo will emerge. From conception to painting skills, they both win a game. Right now is the most fundamental and crucial next step, and there will be differences again within ten minutes.
Like a thief, Ding Hanbai glanced at the other party and counted: "Pearl?"
He opened his mouth and pretended to be affectionate, and he said, "You have a rough carving, what are you carving with a knife?"
Ji Shenyu held the long-handled knife: "Traditional Seiko is indeed rough carving out the embryo, but my master is not like that. I put the finishing touches on a few key points, fix the whole, and carve the center discretely."
Ding Hanbai remembered the small statue of Nanhong. He gave a high evaluation at that time because of the sense of light, but he couldn't turn back when he made a knife, and every knife must be made in advance. "Does this determine the brightness?" he asked. "Actually, you're sure of the spot of light?"
The tip of the knife stopped for a moment, Ji Shenyu was a little anxious: "You, you can't..."
Ding Hanbai was very interested: "Can't what?"
Ji Shenyu rarely said sharply: "You can't steal it! This is what my master figured out, and it's not rumored!"
This technique is contrary to the traditional carving method. It seems that only a few knives are added in advance, but without a lot of research and practice, the effect cannot be achieved at all, and it is not easy for outsiders to learn.
Ding Hanbai said deliberately, "Don't lose it in your hands."
"You're not sure about it." Ji Shen said vigorously, "In the future, it will be passed on to my sons and daughters, and then to my grandchildren. It will be passed on from generation to generation... Maybe even apply for a patent."
Ding Han smiled whitely, and beneath the smile was a trace of regret. He put the words away too early, Ji Shenyu might really be able to distinguish himself from him, aside from his inspirations and his unique skills, he only observed the eyes of the other party.
Ji Shenyu was fascinated by the work at this time, his face was sinking like water, only his eyes were alive. The emotions in his eyes are very simple, in addition to being serious, there is also a deep love.
Ding Hanbai recalled that Ji Shenyu had never seen his father like this, Jiang Caiwei had never seen him like this, and he had never seen himself like this, he only looked at this hibiscus stone like this. But he understood that Ji Shenyu's eyes would not change if he replaced it with bloodstone, Agate Bingpiao and Tian Yu.
He said that once he took a knife, he only had this material in his mind.
He can do it, Ji Shenyu can do it too, but there is a big difference.
It was noon after the embryo was hatched, Ji Shenyu went back to the room, Ding Hanbai covered the hibiscus stone with a deerskin handkerchief, sat quietly for a moment and thought about some miscellaneous things, and then got up to welcome the sun.
It's such a nice day, why don't we go out for a walk.
Ding Hanbai put on a pair of white sneakers, and without going down the corridor, stepped on the railing and jumped out two meters, and took a few steps to the front of the arch. The bedroom door creaked open, and Ji Shenyu stood in the middle: "Are you going to Yupinji?"
Ding Hanbai raised his trousers pocket: "I'm going to play, you can change clothes if you want to follow."
Ji Shenyu was very vigilant: "Go to the bathroom?"
He had lingering fears, and the taste of taking a bath and sauna was lingering for three days. After changing his clothes and going out with Ding Hanbai, Ding Hanbai was carrying him on a bicycle, swaying around, making him almost forget the "bastard bastard" on the beam.
"Master," Ji Shenyu apologized, "I'm sorry."
Ding Hanbai didn't care: "It's okay, I forgot to pick you up that time."
Just these two sentences, without saying a word, all the way to the destination quietly. Entering the gate, there is a long shadow wall, behind which the voices are noisy, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.
Ji Shenyu followed Ding Hanbai, bypassed the shadow wall and stepped into a vast world - the tortoiseshell antique market.
There is a dazzling array of treasures all over the ground, regardless of whether they are true or false, at a glance, all kinds of good-looking ones are dizzying. Just like people and utensils, there are many and many miscellaneous people. Ding Hanbai stepped on the narrow road and began to stroll, rarely fascinated by the other, and forgot Ji Shenyu.
Ji Shenyu didn't care about anything else, and looked at each booth carefully. He was kicked on the butt after squatting for a long time. After getting up, he searched around and saw Ding Hanbai picking skewers not far away. He went over to watch and felt that the wooden skewers were really ugly, so he turned to look at the many stalls selling wooden skewers.
The boss tried his best to praise his wooden bracelet, red sandalwood, oily, beautiful Venus... Ding Hanbai played with it and said, "Ten red sandalwoods and seven fakes, I think your beads are not good quality, and they will collapse after two years."
The boss promised: "Impossible, I will never collapse!"
Ding Hanbai added: "If it doesn't collapse, it means that the density is low, and the best wood has high density. Then your raw material is not good."
The boss was trapped by him, and the left and right were not good, and it was about to quarrel. Ji Shenyu hid behind Ding Hanbai, grabbed the corner of Ding Hanbai's clothes and tugged, not wanting to cause trouble.
Who would have thought that Ding Hanbai, after picking out the thorns, would obediently pay and buy all the bunches.
They wandered around for a long time, making no mistakes from beginning to end, and ended up drinking soda outside the canteen with the bracelets spread out on the table. Ji Shenyu picked up one and frowned, "Fake red sandalwood."
Ding Hanbai agreed: "Indeed."
Then what did you buy it for? Ji Shenyu wanted to ask. Before he could ask, Ding Hanbai asked him first, "Wooden, walnut, and top-quality twelve-petal diamonds, what do you think of these bracelets?"
Ji Shenyu didn't even think about it: "It's ugly, I don't even wear it when I pay it."
Ding Hanbai drank the orange water: "I also think it's ugly, but many stalls sell them, which are more popular than jade skewers. This is the market, and it is the fashion trend that is about to become hot."
This antique market is a microcosm, flooded with fakes, ignorant buyers, more and more people in the circle, but there is no market for real and good products. Flexibility is about downgrading, and when it comes to Yupinji, downgrading is terrible.
"What should I do then?" Ji Shenyu asked this time.
Ding Hanbai replied: "Nothing to do, it's not bad. It doesn't matter if you are advanced or advanced, and it doesn't matter if you change it up or down."
They continued to stroll around, but Ji Shenyu was not as excited as before. He faintly felt that Ding Hanbai didn't finish speaking, in other words, Ding Hanbai couldn't speak to him.
He also vaguely felt that Ding Hanbai was hiding something in his heart, something higher than Yupinji.
After strolling around for a while, Ding Hanbai saw Ji Shenyu empty-handed and tried to show his friendship as a landlord: "Is there anything you like, I'll buy it for you."
Ji Shenyu said consciously: "I'll just take a look, there is nothing I want."
Ding Hanbai misunderstood what he meant: "Are you afraid of choosing a fake?"
At that moment, Ji Shenyu read smugness through Ding Hanbai's eyes, and when he looked at it again, Ding Hanbai exuded a wealthy temperament with ease and ease. Whispered to him.
"I can distinguish between true and false, and there is absolutely no mistake."
Ji Shenyu was led around and stopped in front of a booth, still stunned. He saw all kinds of orphans, and he was a little confused for a while. Ding Hanbai asked him to pick one, and he picked an enamel brooch at random.
Ding Hanbai frowned: "You wear it?"
"I gave it to my aunt to wear it," he said.
Ding Hanbai took it away and put it back: "I will give it to you, you will give it to my aunt, borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and tell me clearly, do I need to thank you again?"
After he finished speaking, he waved Ji Shenyu's hand away, picked it out by himself, screened out the defective goods and fakes, and made sure of it at a glance, he lifted up an amber pendant. "That's it." He threw the pendant to the other party and left after paying.
It was about to sunset on the way back, Ji Shenyu was looking at the pendant in the back seat, holding the rope, his hands up and down looking for the best light source. Facing the distant sunset, the amber swirled, revealing the beauty formed over thousands of years.
He said, "Thank you, brother."
Ding Hanbai pedaled the car without saying anything.
Ji Shenyu asked again, "Why did you choose this for me?"
"The color is beautiful." Ding Hanbai replied this time, but didn't say the other half - like your eyes.