"Pa da!"
Yang Chen put the inkstone away and looked up."That's right, it's a painting."
"This kind of handmade bamboo umbrella will usually be painted by a professional artist.”
"Other than hand-drawing, there are also some other things. Most of them are directly printed umbrella paste. There are also some that have pictures on the interlayers when they are pasted with multiple layers of paper. What's even more refreshing is that there are real bamboo leaves or real flower petals in the interlayers... In short, there are many kinds.”
"Do you see this paint? These were all mixed with tung oil. This treatment was mainly to prevent smudging. It was better to color the paper. After all, this bamboo umbrella was meant to be used on rainy days. Imagine holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long and lonely alley in the rain…That feeling was really beautiful.”
"Old Master Chen, you are so romantic."
"I couldn't tell that a man who plays with mud actually has such a literary style.”
"Old Master Chen, why don't you hire a hand painter? It wasn't easy to make it in the morning and afternoon. Don't ruin it.”
Yang Chen smiled." When I was in primary school, I was the first in drawing. I'm not bragging, but drawing is really easy for me."”
"Primary school…Old Master Chen, don't mess around.”
"I was even praised by a teacher in kindergarten.”
" I'm about to witness the process of a handmade bamboo umbrella from its creation to its destruction. Is this a blessing or a misfortune…"
Seeing that they did not believe him, Yang Chen did not explain too much.
He took out his phone and turned it on.
On the screen was a painting of Along the River During Qingming Festival.
"If it's not too difficult, I'll just draw Along the River During the Qingming Festival.”
The netizens were speechless.
He picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, allowing every hair of the brush to be fully absorbed.
Then, he stared at the phone screen for a few seconds before closing his eyes slightly.
Ten seconds later.
He opened his eyes.
The Along the River During the Qingming Festival Painting seemed to be engraved in his mind.
The wolf brush in his hand had already landed on the drawing paper.
As the brush moved, it drew lines of ink.
He wrote very quickly, as if he did not need to think. The brush in his hand was like the most precise instrument, and every stroke was extremely precise.
Whether it was the depth of the color, the size ratio, or the overall composition, it was just right.
"F * ck, he really knows how to draw!"
"It's still Chinese art!"
"Damn, Old Master Chen, what kind of demon are you?”
Yang Chen maintained this speed, as if he had drawn this painting thousands of times before.
There was no need to think, no need to pause, no need to construct the size.
The brush seemed to have a soul in his hand.
There were all kinds of people, cattle, mules, donkeys, and other livestock, carriages, palanquins, ships of all sizes, houses, bridges, towers…
Everything came alive under his pen.
The netizens were shocked.
It was as if Yang Chen had unveiled a brand new and vivid painting of Along the River during the Qingming Festival for them with his hands.
It was as if they were really seeing the lives of the people in the Song Dynasty from Chen Yang's pen.
Two hours passed.
Yang Chen spent two hours drawing!
A smile appeared on his face.
This was a smile of extreme satisfaction towards his own work.
This was the first time he had used a grandmaster-level painting.
However, this sense of painting, this technique, and his solid foundation had long fused with him.
He used the scattered point perspective composition method to fully display this painting.
"He…he's laughing maniacally!"
"I don't know how to describe this man.”
"Treasure Streamer, Mom, I found a Treasure Streamer!”
The live broadcast room exploded.
The netizens shouted.
This was even more shocking than Yang Chen's Taiji Fist practice this morning.
President Wu was also watching.
From the moment Yang Chen started writing, he had read it.
Even though he didn't have any art skills, he could still tell.
Yang Chen's Chinese painting skills were superb.
At least in the eyes of an ordinary person like him, as long as the painting looked like it, it was good.
"What a good opportunity for publicity. What a pity.”
Yes, what a pity.
He did not dare to promote Yang Chen.
It was very simple.
Once it came to artistic things, unless there was a professional level expert to comment on it.
Otherwise, if he were to promote Yang Chen's superb painting skills, he would not be praising him, but praising him to death.
Yang Chen didn't have a public image now. Once he set up such a public image, it would be easy for others to find a way to suppress him.
Therefore, he would rather give up this hard-earned opportunity to promote himself than to promote himself.
……
Jiangning City, Heavenly Queen Palace Painting and Calligraphy Academy.
A young girl was holding her phone and watching Yang Chen's live broadcast.
She watched with great interest.
She felt that only a man like Yang Chen could be called a man.
In the past, she never watched live broadcasts.
She felt that the content of those live streamers 'live broadcasts was really too boring. They might as well watch stand-up crosstalk.
Just because of a video of Yang Chen dragging a tree and running, she was attracted and completely fell into Old Master Chen's trap, unable to extricate herself.
Now, as long as she had time, she would complete Old Master Chen's live broadcast.
"Seriously, another art exhibition. It's so boring.”
"Old Master Chen's live broadcast is still better.”
"Eh, Old Master Chen is also drawing?"
She finally caught up with Yang Chen's progress.
A few minutes later.
She opened her mouth wide,"What…what a solid foundation!" This use of ink for Chinese painting was so professional!”
She hurriedly stood up, turned around, and walked towards the inner courtyard.
The Heaven Queen Palace Painting and Calligraphy Academy was located in a Daoist temple in Jiangning City.
This Taoist temple was called the Empress of Heaven Palace.
The Painting and Calligraphy Department was located in the backyard. Her grandfather basically organized an art exhibition every month.
Ever since his grandfather retired from the museum, he had been doing all this.
Most importantly, he had even captured her to do manual labor.
"Grandpa, Grandpa!"
The young girl ran into the inner court. Those who came to visit were all members of the Painting Association.
They had great attainments in painting and calligraphy, as well as an extremely high level of appreciation.
"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?"
A white-haired old man asked with a smile.
"Grandpa, I saw a streamer draw something. It's so good.”
"Streamer?" A middle-aged man shook his head and said,"Nowadays, even streamers can draw?" Yuanyuan, watch less live broadcasts and draw more when you have nothing to do. Your grandfather is counting on you to get into the art academy.”
Yuan Yuan stomped her feet anxiously." Aiya, Uncle Liang, Grandpa, hurry up and take a look. We'll talk after you've seen it."”
She handed her phone over.
The old man smiled dotingly and took the phone.
He wanted to deal with it.
However, after taking a look.
His expression instantly turned serious.
His eyes were filled with shock.
"This…this…"
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