The streams meander gracefully and the waterfalls cascade wildly. The colorful mountains make people feel like they are in a fairyland.
In October, the fiery red maple leaves are all over the mountains and plains, like the sunset. This is the origin of the name Xixia Mountain.
By a stream deep in the mountain forest, two young and lovely girls were sitting on a small horse, facing the drawing board and painting intently.
They have obviously been here for a long time, and the meticulous paintings on the drawing board have already entered the rendering stage. The so-called rendering is to express the light and dark of the picture on the finished draft. Use two larger large white cloud brushes, one dipped in ink and the other dipped in water. Dot the ink first and spread it out with water before the ink is dry, creating a natural transition.
Rendering is the basis for the success of a 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 little girls did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
After finishing the last stroke, Yuan Lin threw the brush in her hand into the tool box, carefully looked at the works 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 control of the heat is not good enough - I can only dye it after dyeing." I painted this piece as a stone. However, in this way, my "Autumn Rhythm of Xixia" can only be called "Landscape of Xixia". What a failure."
The girl was wearing white casual pants, red casual shoes, and a white T-shirt with cartoon patterns printed on it. Cherry mouth, straight nose. The skin is delicate, white and tender, and the facial features are exquisite with almost no blemishes. She has long black hair shawl and looks cute and cute.
Not hearing a reply from her companion, Yuan Lin turned around and looked at Jiang Qin, who was not far behind her, and shouted: "Kiss----Kiss, what are you doing? Do you hear me?"
Jiang Qin raised his head and glanced at Yuan Lin, then quickly returned his gaze to the drawing board in front of him and said, "Wait a minute. I haven't finished rendering yet."
Her long hair was tied into countless braids, revealing her smooth and lovely forehead. Some people say that anyone who dares to expose his bare forehead is either a handsome guy or a beautiful woman. This may not be applicable to everyone. After all, Sister Feng also had such a hairstyle. But it was fully realized in this girl.
Sky blue tight jeans, stained with a lot of paint, colorful canvas shoes that look a bit old but give people a literary and artistic feel. The upper body is a white vest, revealing a large area of snow-white neck and sexy collarbone. Wearing a plaid shirt. The shirt only has the bottom two buttons fastened, making it look casual and fashionable.
This is also a beautiful girl. At first glance, she looks somewhat similar to Yuan Lin.
However, if you look closely, you can find obvious differences between the two. Yuan Lin looks cute and docile but has an out-of-the-box personality, while Jiang Qin's outfits have a weird personality, but give people a lazy and feminine feeling.
Both of their looks and personalities are contradictory and yet perfectly combined.
Perhaps, this is what we often say when a person lacks something, he just wants to chase it.
"Your painting skills are better than mine, and the teacher also said that you are more talented than me. You usually finish painting before me, why are you slower than me today?" A smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Lin's mouth, and she suddenly walked quickly towards Jiang Qin ran over from where he was and said, "What are you drawing? Let me have a look."
Wow----
Jiang Qin immediately gave up his pen and quickly pulled out a piece of white paper from under the drawing board to cover the painting he was rendering just now.
Yuan Lin only saw a blurry shadow and could not determine what Jiang Qin was painting. She pouted and said: "Jiang Qin, you are not loyal. I have shown you my paintings, why don't you show them to me?" Look at your painting? Didn’t you say you wanted to paint "Maple Falls Over the River"? "
There was a small stream not far from them. The water was clear and countless yellow maple leaves fell in it. Jiang Qin liked it very much when he first saw it, so he wanted to paint this scene. And gave it a name called "Maple Falling Over the River".
"Yuan Lin, you are annoying." Jiang Qin said with a blushing face.
"Why do I hate it? I just want to see your paintings. If you want to see mine, please feel free to do so. I won't be secretive like some people. Hmph, you have a guilty conscience." Yuan Lin said disdainfully. She suddenly seemed to understand something, looked at Jiang Qin with strange eyes, and said: "Jiang Qin, you are not drawing----that or something, are you?"
Jiang Qin's cheeks turned redder, and he pretended to be confident, and said arrogantly: "How can I feel guilty? What can I do to feel guilty? I haven't finished painting "Maple Falls on the River" yet, so of course I can't show it to you - ---I want to show my work to others in its most perfect form. It’s still dark and gray now, why do I have to show it to you?”
"No." Yuan Lin glared at Jiang Qin with bright eyes and said, "That's not the reason. There must be other reasons."
"No."
"have."
"If I say no, I won't."
"I said yes."
"Whatever you think."
"You want to prove yourself, then show me your paintings."
"I won't give it to you. Why should I give you proof?"
"You have a guilty conscience as a thief. You, a female thief."
"You're a ghost. A nuisance."
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Among the red leaves and green grass, two girls were quarreling with each other. They looked coquettish and a little shy, and the sound was crisp and sweet, like the tinkling of the spring behind them, which made people feel relaxed and happy. People look at them and want to include them in paintings.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin lay side by side on the maple leaves in the grass, staring blankly at the fiery red maple tree above their heads.
After a long time, Yuan Lin asked aloud: "Are you still thinking about her?"
"Think?" Jiang Qin sighed softly. "Rather than thinking about it, it's better to say that I miss it."
"I still think so," Yuan Lin said. "Women like us, if we sigh for a man, we are keeping him in our hearts. You can't lie to me, because you can't lie to yourself at all."
"At our age, love is too extravagant. It's just a beautiful memory in life. We will experience countless such episodes in the future, and these pictures put together will be the love of our lives. It's just that the time between me and him is too long. It was short. It was so short that I don’t even know what to recall despite my desperate efforts.”
"A gentle look, a touching word of love, or even just an ordinary passing by each other - they 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 relationship. You also know that more than half of the guys on our school's top list like you - I really don't want to give them anything. Any chance?"
"They are too naive." Jiang Qin said.
"Yes." Yuan Lin nodded. "I only know how to send flowers, snacks and write love poems. My thoughts are not mature at all. You should wield a sword and kill everyone. I play the harp by myself, follow my husband up and down, and accompany you for three thousand drunken laughs. Why don't they understand? Men want to How can he win the beauty who is willing to play the piano for him and laugh drunkenly with him before he kills everyone with his sword?"
"In the future, they will understand, right? Without the accumulation of life experience and the struggle in society, how could they have such a deep and painful understanding?"
"Alas-----" Yuan Lin sighed deeply.
"Alas------" Jiang Qin also sighed deeply.
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When the two women were sentimental about their love that ended before it even began and their miserable and helpless fate, a sudden man's shouting woke them up.
"Jacob, here----here----oh, someone is painting here." The man spoke English, and he should be a foreign tourist visiting this place.
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin quickly sat up from the grass. When they saw a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes about to look through their album, they hurriedly stopped him: "What do you want to do? Stop."
Thinking that this American might not be able to understand Chinese, Yuan Lin said it again in English: "Please don't look through other people's things without permission. This is very immoral behavior."
There were three Americans, two white and one black. They all have the typical tall stature of Westerners, and they also look very good. He was carrying a huge baggage behind him and a professional-grade Hasselblad camera hanging around his neck.
The three Americans were extremely surprised when they saw two pretty and overly beautiful little girls jumping out of the grass, like two little fairies falling from the sky.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Dark-skinned Jacob took the initiative to apologize to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin. "It's my friend who's so rude. We should be considered half of our peers. When I see someone painting, I can't help but want to take a look----"
He actually spoke Chinese. Although he was not very fluent, there was no problem at all in communicating.
He pointed to the camera hanging around his neck and said: "We are photographers. Photographers of the National Geographic magazine - you write the beautiful pictures in front of you on paper, and we use the beautiful pictures to The camera records it. We are all artists. Aren’t we?”
Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin were relieved when they heard that the man claimed to be a photographer from National Geographic magazine. "National Geographic" is a very famous travel and scenery magazine in the world, and both of them are die-hard fans of "National Geographic".
After reading magazines for so many years, and now seeing their staff, I feel a sense of surprise and kindness.
Seeing the two girls letting their guard down, the smile on Jacob's face became even more charming. He took the initiative to extend his big hand to Yuan Lin and said: "Hello, I am Jacob. This is my companion Mason. Oh, the one shaking hands with your friend is Bolton----"
After the introduction, Jacob looked at the surrounding environment very professionally and said to Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin: "Two beautiful ladies, I have a very important thing to ask you - please do it. promise me."
"What?"
"Can you please be our model?" Jacob said with sincerity.
(ps: 1. I did not change the cover! 2. Everyone should develop a good habit of voting for red tickets! 3. Please!)