After hearing Su Qingluan's words, Song Bo stared at her with sparkling eyes as if he had discovered a new world: "This... can be learned?"
Somewhat bewildered by the other party's excited reaction, Su Qingluan nodded hesitantly: "Of course I can learn. Since it's a painting skill, why can't I learn it?"
Su Qingluan forgot that in this era, no matter what industry or profession, especially craftsmen with "unique skills", all have a serious idea of "cherishing their own things" - except for their own children or disciples, many skills will never be passed on to outsiders.
Not to mention teaching, even if the tricks are briefly explained, many people are very secretive and the boss is unwilling to do so.
So let alone Song Bo, even Mu Xingzhi did not expect that Su Qingluan could so easily impart this "magic skill" to an outsider who was not related to her.
Seeing that Song Bo seemed quite eager to try, Su Qingluan quickly added, "But if you want to learn this sketching, I also have requirements."
Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo didn't look particularly surprised, but instead had an expression of "as expected".
Mu Xingzhi was fine. Although he also wanted to master the skill called "sketching", he knew in his heart that Su Qingluan had something to ask for, so even if there were some difficulties at the beginning, he would teach her with all his strength in the end.
But Song Bo didn't know what Su Qingluan had just said to Mu Xingzhi, so he seemed even more anxious: "Madam Su, I understand that no matter whether it's the apprenticeship ceremony or the tea ceremony, as long as you open your mouth, no one dares to say anything when I'm here!"
As he said this, he patted his chest loudly, as if he was afraid that Su Qingluan would not believe him.
Su Qingluan: ...That's not necessary...
As soon as she thought of the complicated procedures of the traditional apprenticeship ceremony and the meaning behind it, she felt overwhelmed - she was not a world-class painter, so why was it so solemn, with such things as "apprenticeship ceremony" and "tea serving"? The object of this was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen like her!
Su Qingluan felt that if she really accepted the gift, her life would probably be shortened.
Thinking of this, Su Qingli quickly waved his hand and said, "Song Bo misunderstood. The 'requirements' I mentioned are not about etiquette, but about qualifications."
Su Qingluan's words calmed Song Bo down: Indeed, to learn any skill, a sincere attitude is one aspect, but qualifications are also very important.
For example, if you want to learn micro-carving, you need good eyesight and accurate hands. If you want to sing, you need a good voice, not a broken gong or tone-deaf voice. Even for simple manual labor, you need strength, right? At least being thin, frail, and weak is definitely not an option.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi made a "please" gesture towards Su Qingluan and said, "Just say it."
Su Qingluan thought for a moment and said, "Sketch is not a skill that can be acquired quickly, so the first thing you need to do is be patient. You can't get bored after practicing for ten days or half a month."
Song Bo couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Su said that objects are easier to draw than people. How long does it take to draw something like this?" As he spoke, Song Bo glanced at the picture of tea sets on the table.
Su Qingluan thought about it and gave a more conservative time: "If you practice diligently, it will take at least a year and a half, and at most two to three years."
After all, everyone's qualifications and levels of effort are different. Su Qingluan cannot speculate based on the fastest progress, but can only speculate based on the level that most people can achieve in her impression. In this way, the other party will not have too high expectations during the actual operation, thus causing too large a gap.
"Secondly, bending over like this isn't a typical sketching posture—in fact, if I weren't extremely careful, it would easily result in a messy sketch. And I need my wrist to be suspended in the air when I paint, so those with unsteady hands shouldn't learn this."
Mu Xingzhi recalled Su Qingluan's painting posture just now. She had been paying close attention to the position of her painting hand and tried to keep her wrist suspended in the air.
but……
Song Bo was a little confused: "Isn't it all just painting? Is there any other better posture? Can ink painting be used?"
Su Qingluan thought about the scene of standing the paper of the ink painting upright and chuckled: "Then this ink painting will probably be 'ink flowing everywhere'."
Mu Xingzhi knew immediately that this posture must have a unique technique, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this unique posture?"
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