Chapter 024: The Master is anxious
Wutong Academy.
In the afternoon there is Wu Yunzi’s painting class.
After the class, you can do whatever you want on your own.
Every time Wu Yunzi came to class, Ying Zhilin had a fixed after-class arrangement - playing chess with him.
So after class, Ying Zhilin went to the academy's library.
The library of Wutong Academy is known as the best library in Dayong.
There are three buildings open to the students of the academy.
There is another building, which contains extremely precious and rare books. Only the teachers of the academy or particularly outstanding students can enter and borrow them after applying.
Therefore, this library is particularly quiet.
It should be known that Lin was favored by the headmaster and was responsible for taking care of this building when he worked as the head librarian in the academy.
He walked up to the second floor as if he knew the place well, and saw a fat man with white hair and beard sitting in front of the window. He was leaning on a chair in a very ungraceful manner, chewing apricots with his legs crossed.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and saw Ying Zhilin, grinning: "You're finally here! You don't know, when I went up the mountain today, I met a very interesting girl."
Ying Zhilin didn't even raise his eyebrows, and bowed to him: "Mr. Wu Yunzi."
He sat down opposite Wu Yunzi and said slowly, "You're bullying me again! Did you pretend to be an old man and ask someone to carry you up the mountain again?"
A closer look revealed that although the man had white hair and beard, he looked only in his thirties.
"She's a woman. There are differences between men and women. How could I ask her to carry me? I just asked her to carry the books up the mountain."
Thinking of the huge baggage he saw in class, Ying Zhilin's eyebrows twitched. He really had the nerve!
The girl didn’t die of exhaustion, it’s all thanks to the kindness of her ancestors!
Ying Zhilin placed a cloth bag on the table and unfolded it solemnly.
As he arranged the chessboard, he said, "I can only accompany you for half an hour today."
"I heard you got married? As expected, you forget your friends after getting married." Wu Yunzi hummed twice, rummaged through his pockets, took out an exquisite wooden box, and handed it to Ying Zhilin, "Here, a wedding gift for you."
Ying Zhilin took it and put it in the cloth bag without even looking at it.
"Don't you want to see what I gave you?" Wu Yunzi said, his eyes attracted by the cloth bag.
There is nothing special about the cloth bag itself. The specifications of the shakuhachi screen are specially used to hold paper.
What attracted Wu Yunzi was the painting on the cloth bag.
This is a corner of the farmyard.
A granddaughter helped her grandmother sit on a bench at the base of the mottled courtyard wall.
A magnolia tree is in full bloom.
The slender branches of the flowers extend over the wall and almost hang down to the bench.
Among the flowers, a fat magpie, holding a tuft of golden fluff in its mouth, fled from the crime scene in panic.
Below the magpie is a large area of white space.
A very realistic and interesting painting.
Wu Yunzi, however, stared at the painting for a while and asked Ying Zhilin, "Don't you think there's something wrong with the structure of this painting?"
"Why do you say that?" Ying Zhilin asked in feigned confusion.
"Look, here, don't you think there is too much blank space?" Wu Yunzi pointed at the blank space.
"It's indeed a bit much." Ying Zhilin nodded perfunctorily, "My wife said that this is a half-finished painting and she will finish it another day."
"Then what does she want to draw here?" Wu Yunzi asked anxiously.
Ying Zhilin shook his head: "She didn't elaborate. Judging from the yellow hair in the bird's beak, I think it should be a big yellow dog. My wife has been practicing dog painting recently."
Wu Yunzi was very disappointed: "How can painting a dog be as good as painting a cat!
Here we need to draw a golden tiger, the chubby and plump kind.
The fat orange cat was sleeping peacefully on the bench when the bird suddenly attacked it, pecked at its fat buttocks, and took away a large tuft of fur. The fat orange cat was very angry, and its fur stood on end, and it jumped up and pounced.
When Wu Yunzi got excited, he stood up and imitated Fat Tiger's counterattack posture.
Although he has a round body, his posture is extremely soft and flexible, and his imitation is surprisingly lifelike.
The image of Fat Orange swooping down on the bird comes to mind.
"The cat's paw must be painted here. People who appreciate the painting will definitely wonder whether Fatty Orange has pressed down the magpie and successfully taken revenge."
Do you understand? You must let your wife draw like this."
Wu Yunzi was so thirsty from talking that he wished he could take his place.
Ying Zhilin calmly set up the chessboard and said, "I'll convey your message. But I can't guarantee what she'll draw."
Wu Yunzi became anxious when he heard what he said.
He was repeatedly told to persuade Wen Yan not to do anything rash.
"I understand." Ying Zhilin urged Wu Yunzi, it was his turn to make the move.
Wu Yunzi felt as if he had punched cotton, feeling very powerless.
He could only sit down and play chess.
At first, he was obsessed with the painting, scratching his head and unable to calm down.
Gradually, as he lost more and more chess pieces, he put all his attention on the chessboard.
And he cheats and ruins the game from time to time.
In the end, he was defeated by Ying Zhilin.
Wu Yunzi accepted his defeat with conviction and began to rearrange the chess game.
Ying Zhilin opened the cloth bag and took out a fan to fan himself.
As the cool breeze arrives,
Wu Yunzi looked up and noticed the fan in his hand at a glance.
Then I couldn't look away.
Ying Zhilin handed over the fan and said with a smile, "This is also a painting by my wife. Would you like to see it?"
Wu Yunzi took the fan and looked at it carefully.
This is a palm-leaf fan with different paintings on both sides.
On one side is a lush bamboo forest beneath pink walls and black tiles;
On one side is a rockery with strange rocks and hydrangeas in full bloom.
There are colorful butterflies flying on the path next to it.
The painting on the fan has nothing special in its conception, but its advantage lies in the sophisticated painting technique and the bold and exquisite use of colors.
Whether it is bamboo or hydrangea, they are all vivid and lifelike.
Those butterflies are about to appear.
Not to mention the colors, pink, white, and blue hydrangeas, and colorful butterflies...
The colors are diverse but not chaotic, bright and eye-catching.
It seems as if it was copied from reality!
This painting uses color to the extreme.
However, Wu Yunzi pointed at the fan and said, "Did your wife do this on purpose? Why is there a large blank space here?"
She's not going to draw a big yellow dog here again, is she?"
"A puppy chasing butterflies." Ying Zhilin suppressed his laughter and uttered four words.
"What... draw a puppy here!" Wu Yunzi was furious.
He was so anxious that he pinched his philtrum.
Ying Zhilin: “My wife said she is not good at drawing animals and needs to practice more. She will paint them once she has mastered the technique.
She originally wanted me to write for her, but my skills in calligraphy and painting were mediocre, and I was afraid it would ruin the original artistic conception, so I refused.
Wu Yunzi slammed the table in frustration: "How can you draw a puppy? You must draw a cat here. You know what it means to draw a cat!"
Ying Zhilin said indifferently, "If you're afraid she'll destroy the painting, why don't you just start painting it yourself?"
"Is it really possible?" Wu Yunzi was suddenly excited.
Ying Zhilin nodded: "Of course. It's just an ordinary palm leaf fan. It will look the same no matter who paints it."
Wu Yunzi has been itching to do something.
As soon as Ying Zhilin finished speaking, he couldn't wait to get the pen and ink.
He was preparing to draw his favorite cat on a palm-leaf fan.
However, when he started writing, he was stunned.
"Why don't you paint anymore?"
Wu Yunzi threw down his brush and said, "I can't paint it. My paint is not good enough for it."
"Indeed." Ying Zhilin took a look, then put away the fan and said nonchalantly, "It seems I can only wait for my wife to practice and complete it herself."
He vaguely guessed that Wen Yan wanted to sell paint.
I didn’t expect it to be sold this way!
When Wu Yunzi thought about having to paint a dog on such a beautiful fan, he felt as if he was being scratched by a cat.
no.
He couldn't let Mrs. Zhilin destroy the painting.
He grabbed Ying Zhilin's arm and said, "I want to discuss something with you."
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