The winding streams, gushing waterfalls and colorful mountains make people feel like they are in a fairyland.
In October, the red maple leaves cover the mountains and plains, just like the setting sun. This is the origin of the name of Xixia Mountain.
Beside a stream deep in the forest, two lovely young girls were sitting on small stools, facing their drawing boards and concentrating on painting.
They had obviously been here for a long time, and the meticulous painting on the drawing board had already entered the rendering stage. The so-called rendering is to express the light and dark of the picture on the draft. Use two larger Dabaiyun brushes, one dipped in ink and the other in water, first dot the ink, and then use water to render before the ink dries, creating a natural transition.
Rendering is the basis of a successful painting. If the ink is too thick, it will be too dark, and if the ink is too light, it will appear blank. Therefore, the two girls dare not be careless.
After finishing the last stroke, Yuan Lin threw the brush in his hand into the tool box, carefully looked at the work on the drawing board, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is a piece that has not been rendered. It seems that the temperature is not well controlled. I can only paint this piece as a stone when dyeing. However, in this way, my "Xixia Autumn Charm" can only be called "Xixia Landscape". What a failure."
The girl was wearing white casual pants, red casual shoes, and a white T-shirt with cartoon patterns on it. She had a cherry mouth and a straight nose. Her skin was delicate and fair, and her facial features were exquisite with almost no flaws. She had long black hair and looked cute and well-behaved.
Not hearing a response from her companion, Yuan Lin turned around and looked at Jiang Qin who was not far behind her, and shouted, "Dear, dear, what are you doing? Can you hear me?"
Jiang Qin looked up at Yuan Lin, then quickly turned his gaze back to the drawing board in front of him and said, "Wait. I haven't finished rendering yet."
The long hair is tied into numerous small braids, revealing a smooth and lovely forehead. Some people say that people who dare to expose their smooth foreheads are either handsome men or beautiful women. This may not be suitable for everyone. After all, Feng Jie also had such a hairstyle. But it was fully realized in this girl.
Sky blue skinny jeans, with a lot of paint on them, look a bit old but give people a literary feeling of colorful canvas shoes. The upper body is a white vest, revealing a large area of snow-white neck and sexy collarbone. On the outside is a plaid shirt. The shirt is only fastened with the bottom two buttons, which looks casual and fashionable.
This is also a pretty girl. At first glance, she looks a bit like Yuan Lin.
However, upon closer inspection, one can see the obvious difference between the two. Yuan Lin looks well-behaved and docile, but has a lively and agile personality, while Jiang Qin's clothing and appearance are playful, yet give people a lazy and charming feeling.
Their looks and personalities are contradictory, yet they complement each other perfectly.
Perhaps, this is what we often say: a person will pursue what he lacks.
"Your drawing skills are better than mine, and the teacher also said that you are more talented than me. Usually you finish before me, but why are you slower than me today?" Yuan Lin smiled, and suddenly ran towards Jiang Qin and said, "What are you drawing? Let me see."
Crash----
Jiang Qin immediately put down his pen and quickly pulled out a piece of white paper from under the drawing board and covered the painting he was just rendering.
Yuan Lin only saw a vague shadow and had no way of knowing what Jiang Qin was painting. She pouted and said, "Jiang Qin, you are disloyal. I showed you my painting, why don't you show me yours? Didn't you say you wanted to paint "Maple Leaves Falling in the Creek"? "
There was a stream not far from them, the water was clear and there were countless yellow maple leaves falling in it. Jiang Qin liked it very much when he saw it for the first time, so he wanted to draw this scene. He named it "Maple Leaves Falling in the Stream".
"Yuan Lin, you're annoying." Jiang Qin said with a red face.
"Why do I hate you? I just want to see your paintings. If you want to see mine, feel free to do so. I won't be as secretive as some people. Humph, you have a guilty conscience." Yuan Lin said with contempt. She suddenly seemed to understand something, looked at Jiang Qin with strange eyes, and said, "Jiang Qin, you are not painting - that thing, are you?"
Jiang Qin's cheeks turned even redder, and he pretended to be righteous and said arrogantly: "How can I feel guilty? What should I feel guilty about? My painting "Maple Leaves Falling in the Creek" is not finished yet, so of course I can't show it to you. I want to show my work to people in the most perfect form. It's still black and gray now, why should I show it to you?"
"No." Yuan Lin stared at Jiang Qin with sparkling eyes and said, "That's not the reason. There must be other reasons."
"No."
"have."
"If I say no, then no."
"If I say yes, then yes."
"Whatever you think."
"If you want to prove yourself, then show me your paintings."
"No. Why should I give you proof?"
"You are guilty as a thief. You are a thief."
"You're a ghost. A disgusting ghost."
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Between the red leaves and green grass, two girls were arguing with each other. Their coquettish and somewhat shy looks, and the clear and pleasant sound like the tinkling of a spring behind them, made people feel relaxed and happy when they listened to them and wanted to paint them when they saw them.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin lay side by side on the maple leaves in the grass, staring in a daze at the fiery red maple tree above their heads.
After a long while, Yuan Lin asked, "Are you still thinking about him?"
"I miss you?" Jiang Qin sighed softly. "Rather than saying I miss you, I'd rather say I miss you."
"I still think about it." Yuan Lin said. "Women like us, if we sigh for a man, it means we have him in our hearts. You can't fool me, because you can't fool yourself at all."
"At our age, talking about love is too extravagant. It is just a beautiful memory in life. We will experience countless such fragments in the future, and these scenes put together will be the love of our life. However, the time I spent with him was too short. It was so short that I don’t know what to recall even if I try my best."
"A gentle look, a touching love word, or even just an ordinary passing by can all be the content of memories. Is he really that good?"
"not good at all."
"Then why can't you forget him? The best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one. You know, more than half of the guys on the list of the most handsome boys in our school like you - are you really unwilling to give them a chance?"
"They are too naive." Jiang Qin said.
"That's right." Yuan Lin nodded. "They only know how to send flowers, snacks and write love poems. They are not mature at all. You should wield a sword and kill people everywhere. I will play the zither, follow you through thick and thin, and accompany you in three thousand drunken and laughing nights. Why don't they understand? A man must first wield a sword and kill people everywhere before he can win a beauty who is willing to play the zither and accompany him in drunkenness and laughter?"
"They will understand in the future, right? Without the accumulation of life experience and the ups and downs in society, how can they have such deep and painful insights?"
"Oh-----" Yuan Lin sighed deeply.
"Alas------" Jiang Qin also sighed deeply.
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When the two women were feeling sentimental about their love that ended before it even began and their tragic and helpless fate, they were startled by the sudden shouting of a man.
"Jacob, here - here - oh, someone is painting here." The man spoke English and should be a foreign tourist visiting this place.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin quickly sat up from the bushes and saw a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes preparing to look through their portfolios. They hurriedly spoke out to stop him, "What are you trying to do? Stop."
Thinking that the American might not understand Chinese, Yuan Lin repeated her words in English, saying, "Please do not look through other people's things without permission. This is very immoral."
There were three Americans, two white and one black. They all had typical tall statures of Westerners and were very good-looking. They carried huge bags on their backs and had professional Hasselblad cameras hanging around their necks.
The three Americans were extremely surprised to see two extremely beautiful little girls jumping out of the bushes, as if they were two fairies falling from the sky.
"Oh, sorry." The dark-skinned Jacob took the initiative to apologize to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin. "It was my friend who was so rude. We should be considered half colleagues. When I saw someone painting, I couldn't help but want to take a look----"
He actually spoke Chinese. Although he was not very fluent, there was no problem in communicating.
He pointed to the camera hanging around his neck and said, "We are photographers. Photographers of the National Geographic magazine in the United States - you write down the beautiful pictures in front of you on paper, and we record the beautiful pictures with our cameras. We are all artists. Aren't we?"
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were relieved when they heard the man claim to be a photographer from National Geographic magazine. National Geographic is a well-known travel and landscape magazine in the world, and they are both die-hard fans of it.
After reading the magazine for so many years, I always feel a sense of surprise and intimacy when I see their staff.
Seeing the two girls relax their guard, Jacob's smile became even more charming. He took the initiative to extend his big hand to Yuan Lin and said, "Hello, I'm Jacob. This is my companion Mason. Oh, the one shaking hands with your friend is Burton----"
After the introduction, Jacob looked around very professionally and said to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, "Two beautiful ladies, I have a very important favor to ask of you - please promise me."
"What?"
"Would you please be our model?" Jacob said sincerely.
(PS: 1. I didn’t change the cover! 2. Everyone should develop the good habit of voting for red tickets and monthly tickets! 3. Please!) (To be continued)