As soon as the word "tiger" spread, it caused a stir among the people.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that women cannot paint tigers.
The art of painting is to emphasize both form and spirit. Form comes first and spirit comes second, which means that form must come first before spirit can be discussed.
When it comes to shape, one cannot help but observe - but has this Miss Chang ever seen a real tiger?
If you have only seen it in a painting, and try to imitate it according to other people's works, or just rely on your imagination... then you are destined to only be able to draw the surface and not the essence.
Having talked about the form, let's talk about the spirit. The tiger is the king of beasts, and its aura is incomparable to that of ordinary animals. This is also not something that girls in the boudoir are good at.
Let's not just talk about women. Even among those present tonight, those who are truly good at drawing tigers can be counted on two hands.
It’s not that they are harsh on Miss Chang, but this painting is already a gem, the standard is really too high. If the tiger is not enough to suppress the painting, it would be superfluous!
But precisely because of this, everyone's expectations were pushed to the highest point at this moment.
Just as they didn't think highly of this lady Chang at first, but she overturned their perceptions one by one... Who dares to say that she can't draw this tiger well? !
"…Are you really drawing a tiger?" the young man in front of the ice basin asked in surprise.
After getting a nod from his friend who had just walked over to take a look, the young man finally abandoned the ice basin, stood up, and quickly squeezed into the crowd.
Relying on the strength he had acquired from doing farm work since childhood and a thick skin, he squeezed to the front and was able to look over and take a look at the desk and the drawing paper on it.
His gaze moved slowly from one end of the drawing paper, and every time it moved half an inch, his expression became more shocked.
Until he saw what the girl was describing, the shock turned into a different kind of silence.
Like many people in the front, he stopped talking and speculating, and even watched with bated breath, not daring to disrupt in the slightest.
Time seemed to stand still, the light did not shake, only the pen in her hand moved.
The tiger in the painting is gradually taking shape.
It was a giant tiger with black and brown fur. Its fur was shiny and seemed to be shaking with every movement.
From its back to its limbs and tail, it seems that there are real bones under the skin, which are strong and agile.
This is a tiger.
Or rather, a vicious tiger.
It was leaping out of the bushes, pouncing on its prey, its front legs revealing its sharp claws. Its mouth was wide open, and its whiskers, as thin as steel needles, seemed to be vibrating along with it.
This quiet forest was suddenly filled with danger and murderous intent because of the "sudden appearance" of the vicious tiger.
But if you look closely now, you can see that this murderous intent did not just appear at this moment, but there were already clues -
The startled birds in the sky all looked towards the monkeys that were spotted together.
And the mottled reflection by the stream that was not clearly visible just now, now looking again, it is exactly the corner of the tiger shadow... exactly! And the evil tiger pounced on the black-clothed girl.
The moment the girl's pen depicted the sharp fangs in the tiger's mouth, it seemed as if a tiger's roar shook the entire forest!
The man named Tan's expression trembled as if he really heard the whistling. While trying his best to calm himself down, he subconsciously looked at the hand holding the pen.
That white and slender wrist was so slender that if one had not seen it with one's own eyes, it would be hard to believe that this vicious tiger that seemed to be about to leap out of the painting was actually held by such a slender girl's hand...
But Mr. Tan soon discovered another key.
Although they look slender, the girl's ink-stained fingers are extremely powerful when holding the pen.
The so-called power does not refer to how much force is used when writing, but the power to maintain the balance between lightness and heaviness - he looked carefully, and her fingers did not tremble even a little from beginning to end.
You must know that she has been painting for nearly an hour.
Even if an ordinary person just stood bent over the desk for an hour, he would probably be unable to stand.
What's more, she has been painting all the time with almost no rest.
Although painting is a literary activity, it is also a real physical job.
If you stand for a long time, you will get tired and your hand holding the pen will become unstable. With such physical exhaustion, your writing will inevitably be weak.
Therefore, the reason why many huge paintings take several days or even longer to complete is not only because the painter likes to procrastinate, but also the above mentioned reason.
The man surnamed Tan subconsciously looked at the girl's forearm - although it was a bit rude, he dared to conclude that under the rolled-up sleeves of this little girl, although her arms were thin, the lines must be very strong...
Therefore, whether it is fighting or painting, in addition to talent, people also rely on real skills!
But this little girl is so talented and so hardworking...
What's most enviable is that his connections are so wide! If the other party is a man, what will they have to do with the imperial examination next year?
Thinking of this, the man surnamed Tan felt fortunate for a moment, but after that brief and shallow relief, he fell into unspeakable regret.
When I looked at the evil tiger again, I had a different feeling.
At this point, the tiger is almost finished, except for a pair of eyes.
There was no suspense at this point, and everyone almost reached a consensus - once this pair of tiger eyes was painted, they would truly be worthy of the words "the finishing touch".
Under everyone's gaze, the girl held an ink brush and painted the tiger's pupils.
When he finished writing, the onlookers were all stunned.
The girl actually drew a black pupil on the tiger! - Was it a mistake? But the next moment, the girl quickly filled the other tiger's eye with black.
And after that, I didn't make any more modifications or additions and just put my pen down.
Seeing that the girl had already picked up the wet cotton towel beside her to wipe her hands, someone came back to his senses slowly: "Excuse me, Madam Chang...what is this tiger eye?"
The whole tiger is clearly painted realistically and vividly, but these eyes... are really puzzling.
Facing those eyes that were either puzzled or regretful that she had "ruined" the tiger or even the entire painting, Chang Suining wiped her fingers slowly and said, "You don't know, this tiger has lived in this dark forest for a long time, and has not seen the sun for a long time, so its pupils have gradually turned black."
Everyone was stunned.
Is there such a saying?
Will the pupils of a tiger change due to its living environment? "I know!" Chang Kuo said confidently, "This kind of tiger is called a black-eyed tiger!"
My daughter's pen said it was available, so it must be available! Everyone immediately showed a look of curiosity.
"Black-eyed tiger?"
The world is full of wonders, and General Chang is well-informed. If he says there is something, then maybe it really is true? Chang Kuo, who misled the students, had no psychological burden at all, but instead trimmed his beard with satisfaction - he was worthy of it.
Everyone was skeptical, but when they looked at the tiger in the painting again, they felt that the pair of black pupils were not a flaw at all, and in fact made it look more vicious and sinister, with murderous intent.
The mind was drawn into the painting, and some people couldn't help but ask: "Can the girl in the painting... escape this disaster?"
Chang Suining put down the cotton towel and said, "The answer is already in the painting. You will know if you look closely."
Everyone was amazed when they heard this and quickly turned their attention to looking at the painting.
"Sister Chang, has she finished the painting?" Yao Xia came back to her senses slowly.
Chang Suining nodded and looked at them with a smile: "Thank you for your help."
Even when they didn't know her weight at the beginning, these girls surrounded her to give her courage, grinding and spreading paper.
The girls shook their heads quickly.
Why bother? They are so lucky... not everyone can have the chance to witness the creation of a masterpiece! When I get home, I can say - Dad and Mom, I have made it. The painting that Chang Niangzi drew in Dengtai Tower today was made by my daughter! After Chang Suining confirmed that the painting was finished, Yao Xia leaned over and blew away the ink marks that had not yet dried on the paper.
Just at this moment, Chang Sui'an also lowered his head and blew over.
The two looked up at each other and stared at each other.
Yao Xia looked at the boy with defensive and refusal eyes - this brother of the Chang family looked as strong as an ox, so he must not blow up Sister Chang's drawing paper in one breath! Seeing another girl coming to blow up the painting, Chang Sui'an felt embarrassed and stood up awkwardly.
Seeing Yao Xia and others painting with fans and blowing with their mouths, Wei Miaoqing inexplicably wanted to grit his teeth.
Damn it, they are clearly trying to take this opportunity to absorb some talent! Chang Suining raised his eyes and looked at everyone: "My humble work is finished, so I'll trouble you to review it and judge it."
When everyone heard this, they either shook their heads in shame or laughed and sighed. Everything was self-evident.
Chang Sui'an failed to get the job of blowing the painting, so this time he seized the opportunity, picked up one end of the painting, and subconsciously looked towards Yao Xia with a righteous look on his face - he was tall, so it was perfect for him to display his sister's painting to everyone!
The next moment, the other end of the painting was also picked up.
Chang Sui'an looked over: "?"
Is there anything wrong with Yao Tingwei?
Yao Xia was also surprised when he saw his uncle picking up the painting in a serious manner.
My uncle really doesn't avoid any suspicion at all!
But, since Sister Chang doesn't seem to be disgusted...
Then let's follow my uncle and become the father of the concubine as rumored.
After all, Madam Chang's biological father is General Chang, who has a legitimate surname. He also has three other concubines. So it is natural that the eldest uncle looks like the father who is just a concubine with nothing but rumors but no official status.
This is the experience that Yao Xia and his brother Yao Gui secretly summarized recently.
The painting was held up by Chang Sui'an and Yao Yi, one on the left and one on the right, and unfolded to show it to everyone.
Before, it was spread out on the desk, and people could not see it from the full angle due to their different positions. But now that it is spread out like this, the shocking feeling is even greater when people look at it again.
And by looking at it as a whole, you can better appreciate its subtlety.
The layout of the whole painting blends far and near, thick and thin, sparse and dense, dry and wet, objects and scenery...all of it is wonderful.
These extremely exquisite details are integrated together to construct an orderly world, making people feel as if they are in it, walking into the deep mountains and forests, and witnessing the thrill of the vicious tiger pouncing on its prey.
And above the mountains and forests, the wisps of clouds and mist seem to be about to float out of the painting in the next moment.
"This isn't painting at all—"
A girl's voice sounded.
Everyone looked over subconsciously.
Wei Miaoqing's eyes trembled: "The method is almost the same!"
Chang Suining: “…”
It's hard not to suspect that the little girl was taking her money and creating atmosphere for her.
The little girl's mother also nodded in agreement: "That's exactly what you are doing..."
As the saying goes, people from the same family stick together. The next person to speak was Wei Shuyi, who had been silent the whole time. He said with emotion, "Today I have witnessed a god performing a spell. I am truly lucky."
"It's the same method... This painting is a natural creation!" echoed the young man named Tan.
Seeing more and more people joining in this outrageous echo, Chang Suining couldn't help but look at the painting seriously. After a moment, he nodded slightly - well... there is indeed some suspicion in this regard.
Because Yao Yi and Chang Sui'an had already displayed the paintings, the crowd that had been watching before did not want to be alone, so they consciously stepped aside to both sides and made a path in the middle.
Cui Jing, who had been standing quietly outside the crowd, suddenly had his vision widened. When he looked over, he saw the girl looking at the painting and nodding in self-approval.
Cui Jing found it somewhat funny, but not the kind of funny that was meant to make fun of her.
He seemed to smile.
Soon he also looked at the painting that caused a sensation.
Although he was a military commander, the roots of the Cui family could not be more legitimate.
He could easily tell whether a painting was good or bad, and it didn't take a very good eye to tell that the painting in front of him was a good one.
Not far away, looking at the painting, Ming Luo slowly stood up.
Behind the veil, no one could see her expression.
But she didn't need to lift the veil to see the true appearance of the painting.
Just now, when she was listening to the countless compliments around her, she thought of a key question...
She knew that Chang Suining was different from ordinary people in one way - she was good at copying other people's handwriting, or more precisely, she was good at copying Princess Chongyue's handwriting.
At the beginning, Chang Suining copied Buddhist scriptures in Dayun Temple in two handwritings, but it is almost impossible to tell that they were written by the same person.
Calligraphy and painting are one and the same. If someone has the ability to copy someone else's handwriting, is it the same for painting? This is an objective fact, not something she made up.
So, should she raise this question based on facts?
She hesitated.
But now she realized that her hesitation was meaningless.
The two pieces of calligraphy she saw in Dayun Temple had completely different styles, but in terms of height, they could be compared to sand and fine stone, and the difference was not obvious.
But at this moment, the gap between the two paintings... seemed to be separated by an insurmountable chasm.
There is no need for any comparison at all.
This picture of a tiger appearing in the forest has given a huge shock to everyone.
This shock was enough to silence all doubting voices.
Anyone who questions whether these two paintings were created by the same person at this time, no matter from what angle, will only be regarded as a joke.
She would naturally not do such a stupid thing that would make herself a laughing stock.
Ming Luo looked at the painting again and slowly pursed his lips.
How could such an outspoken person have such amazing painting skills, and he has kept it hidden until today...
Her gaze gradually shifted from the painting to Chang Suining.
Chang Suining looked at Mrs. Xie at this time.
It was Mrs. Xie who suggested that she paint on the spot for comparison. It was reasonable for her to ask:
"Mrs. Jie, please take a look and tell me whether these two paintings were created by the same person."
After these words were spoken, the surroundings became much quieter.
Many people looked at Mrs. Jie.
Master Chu was once again woken up by his old servant.
During this whole hour, Mrs. Xie, who had been silent, met the girl's calm eyes.
I really want to finish this plot quickly, but the characters have their own ideas, which are completely out of my control. Help me... I have to finish it tomorrow even if I have to update more! ! (Thank you, Hanhan, for giving me a reward today!! Thank you for your support and companionship over the past few books. Thank you, thank you everyone!!)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
