Su Qingluan spread her hands and said, "There's nothing special about these two pens themselves."
This is not her being modest. In fact, in this era, whether it is a "hard pen" similar to the fountain pen in the previous life, or a "pencil" made of charcoal graphite, it is not a particularly rare thing.
However, these pens other than brushes were considered "inferior" by the mainstream, especially the scholar-official class or other dignitaries, and were only considered as second-best substitutes when one could not afford to buy a brush.
All in all, this thing cannot be considered a rare item, but rather a "cheap item".
After hearing what Su Qingluan said, Mu Xingzhi did not show any anger or disappointment. Instead, he stared at her with a smile as if to say, "I know you haven't finished speaking, please continue."
Su Qingluan didn't waste any words: "As the saying goes, seeing is believing. Why don't I actually use this brush, and then you can see its wonderful uses."
So, Su Qingluan asked for some paper and a ruler to use as a base for the paper. Although she felt a little awkward without an easel, it was just a trial run after all. It wasn't anything particularly difficult, so it would only take half an hour. She didn't even need to make a draft or make frequent changes.
...Otherwise she would have to figure out how to make an eraser.
Su Qingluan glanced around the front hall and finally locked her eyes on the tea set that was right in front of her.
Because Mu Xingzhi wanted to remain anonymous, the tea set itself was made of the simplest white porcelain with very simple patterns. A set of four teacups were inscribed with "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" and the corresponding patterns were simply outlined with a few strokes of ink.
Even though Su Qingluan had no knowledge of Chinese painting, she could tell that the brushstrokes were very rough - after all, any artist with some skill would not have so many sharp details. It was obvious that the tip of the brush was not retracted or the brush was forked.
The teacup in the middle also had the simple words "Four Friends of Winter" written on it, but these four characters written vertically were half blocked from Su Qingluan's perspective.
These four teacups, a teapot, and a bamboo tray, placed on a somewhat faded wooden table, formed a static realistic sketch. Su Qingluan turned her stool around for easier observation, adjusted the position of the low table in front of her, and began to paint.
As for sketching, it started out just like calligraphy. She was taught by her master in her previous life to temper her temper and improve her hand steadiness.
Su Qingluan studied for six or seven years, from elementary school to the second grade of junior high school. After the junior high school entrance examination, her studies became increasingly heavy, and as her cooking skills improved, her master asked her to help out in the kitchen during the winter and summer vacations after graduating from junior high school, so her time was not so leisurely.
It was from that time that Su Qingluan temporarily gave up both sketching and calligraphy.
However, every semester, Su Qingluan would pick up these two things for ten days or half a month - because these two things were considered "special projects", which could win honors for the class and herself, and obtain scholarships or awards from "art festival competitions".
Because of this, Su Qingluan did not completely abandon these "specialties" even in college.
Later, Su Qingluan fell ill and was bedridden for many years, and had fewer opportunities for outdoor activities. Sketching and calligraphy became a good pastime for her to pass the time.
So even if we count the time when she was seriously ill and couldn't pick up a pen and the time since she traveled through time, Su Qingluan hasn't written for more than a year. Now she doesn't feel any difficulty at all, after all, the foundation she had accumulated over the years is still there.
What's more, Su Qingluan felt that at least in Huaxi Village, she was the only one who knew the skill of "sketch". Even if her painting skills declined a little, as long as she was thick-skinned enough, no one would be able to notice!
Although Su Qingluan was absent-mindedly thinking about all sorts of random things, her hands were very steady. In a blink of an eye, she had found the simple spatial perspective relationship and made a draft.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi also realized that she was drawing the tea set on the table, so he deliberately put down the teacup in his hand and put it back to its original position perfectly - even the direction did not change at all, and stood up to make room for it.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan laughed and said, "Xingzhi, you don't have to be so cautious. Just go and pour the tea and drink it."
Although this group is a "still life", even if there are slight changes, it will not affect the completion of the final product - otherwise, would those painters who paint full-length portraits of real people require the models to remain motionless for two or three hours?
Mu Xingzhi put down the teacup and stopped pretending to be "unable to walk". He stood up and walked directly behind Su Qingluan to see what she was writing and drawing on a set of tea sets - then he saw a "ghostly scribble".
Indeed, the perspective relationship has just been found, and people without any sketching foundation generally cannot see anything special about it.
However, Mu Xingzhi was not an ordinary person. He had been taught by famous masters since he was young. Not only was he proficient in the six arts of a gentleman, but he was also very proficient in things that bring pleasure to the heart, such as playing the piano, chess, drinking and painting.
Therefore, he could see at a glance that although the tea set on Su Qingluan's paper was only a vague outline, the positions between them were very accurate!
Originally, Mu Xingzhi had intended not to disturb Su Qingluan, but to find a book to read while she was painting. However, after realizing what was going on, he turned back and stood behind Su Qingluan, hands behind his back, watching her continue with great interest.
“…” Mu Xingzhi had always been sitting in a wheelchair before, and Su Qingluan didn’t have any particularly intuitive feelings about it. She just felt that he was thin and slender.
But now that Mu Xingzhi stood up, Su Qingluan suddenly realized: In fact, Mu Xingzhi was very tall, and not as frail as she had imagined!
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