Feng Danqing was puzzled.
"Teacher, is there a problem?"
Song Moxuan shook his head.
He was excited, like a crazy old man.
"No problem, but there's a trick to it."
"There's a lot more to it than meets the eye."
Feng Danqing curiously leaned closer to admire the painting again.
It seems they're trying to figure out something.
However, due to limited vision, he gained nothing.
Song Moxuan pointed to a corner of the painting with his hand.
"Danqing, look."
"He must have started this painting from here."
"At the beginning, the strokes were very clumsy, the strokes were shaky, the lines were rough, and the ink was uneven."
"Next, here."
"The strokes are steady, the lines are precise, and the ink is applied evenly."
"Back here."
"The framework is reasonable, the structure is stable, and the proportions are appropriate."
"Look at this place again."
"His writing skills are already quite mature; every stroke is imbued with profound meaning and divine inspiration."
"This is unbelievable!"
"This painting actually presents the entire process of a person learning to paint, from being unfamiliar to becoming proficient, from not knowing how to do it, to being able to do it, to becoming an expert."
"This is completely illogical!"
At first, Feng Danqing looked completely bewildered.
With the professor's guidance.
Her eyes gradually regained their focus.
I've figured out a bit of the trick.
"Teacher, this painting is really amazing?"
Song Moxuan paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, it's unbelievable!"
"A painting clearly shows ten years of hard work, stroke by stroke."
"Theoretically, this is impossible."
"It's nothing short of a miracle!"
"Danqing, do you know? This painting isn't particularly high quality."
"However, its value far exceeds this."
"This is a classic painting teaching template."
"I'm sure that major art schools will include this painting in their textbooks in the future."
"It serves as a tool for teachers to explain painting techniques and as a model for all students to learn by copying."
Feng Danqing was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Teacher... is it really that exaggerated?"
Song Moxuan stopped in his tracks.
He looked at her seriously.
"Danqing, I'm not exaggerating at all."
"This painting is priceless and will surely be recorded in the history of painting!"
Speaking of which...
He suddenly became anxious.
"no!"
"I must see this genius and ask him to paint another one."
"Danqing, can you take me to see him?"
"I want to see it in person!"
Feng Danqing was at a loss.
"Teacher, why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's getting late today..."
Song Moxuan got up and left.
"Stop talking, lead the way."
"Immediately, right now!"
"I don't want to wait a second longer!"
Having no other choice, Feng Danqing had to take Song Moxuan and head towards the lakeside villa.
Before starting the vehicle.
She wanted to make a phone call to ask Chen Yang to greet the teacher.
But Song Moxuan stopped him.
"Don't inform him, we'll launch a surprise attack."
Feng Danqing was in a daze.
A surprise attack?
this……
What does that mean?
Lakeside villa.
Chen Yang had finished dinner and was about to take a walk.
Feng Danqing, accompanied by a refined old man, strode in.
Chen Yang was about to say hello.
"Painting..."
But then the refined old man walked straight into the hall and looked around.
Nothing was found.
She turned to look at Chen Yang.
"Young friend, may I take a look around your study?"
Chen Yang looked puzzled.
Feng Danqing quickly offered an explanation.
"Chen Yang, this is my painting teacher, Professor Song Moxuan."
“I asked him to appreciate your painting ‘Sunrise’.”
"The teacher likes you very much and insists on coming to meet you."
Chen Yang understood.
He quickly greeted Song Moxuan.
"Professor Song, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll show you the way."
Under Chen Yang's guidance.
The three of them entered a spacious room.
On the spacious desk, simple items were placed.
Bookshelves are embedded in the wall.
There weren't many books, but they were all exquisite.
In the study, there was an elegant coffee table and several sofas.
There is also a large balcony.
In one corner of the balcony, there is a deck chair.
Song Moxuan scanned the area carefully.
A look of suspicion appeared in his eyes.
This study is very simple.
There were no paintings or calligraphy works, nor were there any writing implements or painting tools.
He looked at Chen Yang.
“Young friend Chen, Danqing told me that ‘Sunrise’ was painted by you.”
"The Jiangcheng Prodigal, is that you?"
Chen Yang rubbed his temples.
I'm a little embarrassed.
"Professor, that's just my doodle; it's not worthy of serious consideration."
Song Moxuan didn't say much.
Instead, they requested it in a hopeful tone.
"I'd like to see it painted; could you please paint another one?"
Chen Yang quickly waved his hand.
"How dare I, a mere novice, presume to teach you my humble skills?"
"Besides, painting is like writing poetry. If you don't have inspiration, forcing it out will only make you look ridiculous."
Song Moxuan became anxious.
"Young friend, don't be modest. Although your painting is simple, it has great potential."
"As long as you persevere, your future will be limitless."
He shook his head again when he saw Chen Yang.
The old man was extremely anxious.
Feng Danqing quickly tried to persuade him.
"Chen Yang, my teacher didn't mean anything by it, he just wanted to see how you paint in person."
"As for how high the skill level is, I don't care."
"Don't overthink it, just draw whatever you want."
Chen Yang looked at the two of them.
"Really? I can just draw anything?"
Song Moxuan nodded repeatedly.
I was afraid that this little devil would absolutely refuse to draw.
This is driving the old man crazy!
After thinking it over, Chen Yang finally relented.
He beckoned Bao Qingqing over.
"Sister Qingqing, could you go out and buy me a set of the Four Treasures of the Study? Ideally, it would be a Huzhou brush, Huizhou ink, Xuan paper, and Duan inkstone."
"Buy some more paints and brushes for traditional Chinese painting..."
"stop!"
Before Chen Yang could finish speaking...
Feng Danqing, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but interrupt him.
"No need for that."
"I brought a set of equipment with me when I came. It's in the car, so you can just bring it up."
It's obvious.
She had long anticipated that Chen Yang's family didn't have these things at all.
This further confirms the point.
Chen Yang is really not a calligraphy and painting enthusiast.
Song Moxuan became even more curious about Chen Yang.
He immediately urged Feng Danqing to go and get it.
Chen Yang immediately gave instructions to Bao Qingqing.
"Qingqing, you and Danqing go get it together."
"After you bring it up, go directly to the study and prepare the brush and ink."
"I'll go to the rooftop observatory and sit quietly for a while."
"Adjust your mindset and prepare your emotions."
Please wait a moment.
With that, Chen Yang went upstairs.
I sat alone on the rooftop observatory.
Look up at the starry sky, look down at the earth.
After everything in the study was ready, Chen Yang still hadn't come down.
Song Moxuan was restless.
He tried several times to go up and urge them, but Feng Danqing stopped him each time.
"Teacher, don't worry, inspiration isn't so easy to find."
"Besides, this is only his second time painting, he has no experience."
"If you don't prepare properly, your mind will definitely go blank."
Song Moxuan reluctantly sat down, but after less than three minutes, he started scratching his head again.
Fortunately.
Chen Yang finally came down.
He sat upright at his desk.
Pick up your paintbrush and get ready to begin.
suddenly.
He frowned.
The movement stopped, and they remained motionless for a long time.
I have this feeling.
The image in my mind seems difficult to perfectly capture with words.
There is one.
The feeling of being powerless.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Danqing saw his inner conflict and struggle.
Bao Qingqing stood by.
His face was also full of worry.
When did you first paint, young master?
I hope I won't lose face in front of Miss Feng and Professor Song.
Song Moxuan's expression was inscrutable.
Could it be...?
Was that painting really just a coincidence?
A miracle?
actually……
Chen Yang can't paint at all?
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