Chapter 12 Using fingers as pens
Director: "What? How could this happen? Look for it again?"
The situation on the scene cannot escape the many eyes in the live broadcast room.
Su Yunwan’s fans held their foreheads helplessly.
Now, even the pen is gone.
[I think Su Yunwan staged this on her own, breaking the pen on purpose.]
[Knowing I have no ability, I simply blame it on the tool.]
[It’s too late, the skin has fallen off! ]
[The brush, painted into that horrible shape, said: I won't take the blame for this.]
The haters started jumping up and down again, and started to speculate on conspiracy theories.
At this moment, Su Yunwan suddenly raised his head with a calm expression, as if he was not ashamed of his sloppy painting.
"Don't look for it. I don't need a brush."
The clear and graceful voice spread throughout the art gallery through the microphone.
Before anyone could react, she reached into the inkstone with a pair of jade-like hands, which were instantly covered with ink stains.
???
Everyone looked at each other, even more confused.
However, when everyone saw Su Yunwan's next move, the whole audience erupted in a violent commotion.
I saw her using her fingers as a pen, and her fingertips seemed to be dancing, tapping and turning on the rice paper.
With just a simple stroke, a dot, a bend and a fold, the rare and varied scenery of mountains and rivers magically appears on the rice paper.
Also, not rough at all.
The lines are clean and sharp, and the ink is naturally light and dark.
The mountains overlap, the streams meander, the ancient trees flourish, and the clouds are misty, which combines majestic momentum and delicate details.
A sense of vast mountains and rivers comes to you.
"Uh-huh??!!!!"
"What the hell! What happened??"
"How did she draw this in such a short time? Did you see how she did it?"
"That's too fast, oh my god!"
"Oh my god! My hair stood on end and I got goosebumps all over my body."
The barrage is even more lively.
[I was distracted for a moment, huh? ? ?]
[I sat up in shock from my dying illness, damn it! ]
[Those lines painted on the peach charms actually have a purpose? ]
[I'm so shocked! Is this really not a magic show?]
[This is too awesome! ! ]
When the guests on the stage saw this, they couldn't help but stop writing and look at it carefully.
Zhou Ziping even moved closer to Su Yunwan, staring at her hand movements without blinking.
The more I look, the more certain my guess becomes.
Finger painting!
It turned out to be the finger painting technique that is on the verge of extinction in China!
Jiang Ling initially thought that Su Yunwan had done something stupid and messed up everything, and didn't take it seriously.
However, the exclamations from the audience that lingered for a long time made her heart skip a beat.
He glanced and when his eyes fell on Su Yunwan's painting, the blood color on his face disappeared completely.
How is that possible?
How could Su Yunwan draw so... well?
Yes, even though she was reluctant to admit it, the first thought that came to her mind was:
It's just so well drawn.
The layout is meticulous, and the points, lines, and surfaces seem to have a rhythm and vivid cadence.
Absolute master level.
All of this was actually drawn by Su Yunwan?
Jiang Ling was so shocked that her mind went blank.
When I came back to my senses, my hands were shaking when I started writing, and my painting rhythm had been completely disrupted.
In the end, he just finished it hastily, and then stared at Su Yunwan's actions almost masochistically.
The guests also completed their works, but they all tacitly kept silent. Even the sound of putting down their pens was very soft, for fear of disturbing Su Yunwan's creation.
At some point, the field fell silent.
Everyone was deeply attracted by Su Yunwan's performance, holding their breath and looking at the screen in unison.
"Quick, zoom in on Su Yunwan! Leave her alone!"
The competition eventually turned into Su Yunwan's personal Chinese painting show.
When she withdrew her hand, raised her eyes again, and stood up straight, the whole audience burst into deafening applause.
It lingers for a long time.
【Kneel down! 】
【Fancy sliding down on his knees.】
[Su Yunwan is so awesome! I couldn't draw this with a brush even if I used it for seven days and seven nights.]
[Even in the same landscape painting, masters are different.]
[Jiang Ling was still bragging about being a goddess from the art academy, but she was still defeated by Su Yunwan in seconds.]
[It's a dimensionality reduction attack, it's true. ]
It is obvious who the final winner is.
However, you still have to go through the motions.
The helper Lu Zhi found was a good-looking fashion model whose painting skills were comparable to Lu Zhi's. After wasting a lot of paper, the two of them finally completed a decent work.
Zhou Ziping: "Not bad, you've made progress. This sheep is very vivid."
Lu Zhi: ...
"Teacher Zhou, that's a cow."
Good compliment, don’t compliment me next time.
The helper Wu Yi invited was the famous Chinese painting master Liu Quan, and the two of them collaborated to paint a painting of moonlight over a lotus pond.
"The lotus flowers are fresh and elegant, and the lotus leaves are open and full of vitality. They are very beautiful and appealing."
Liu Quan smiled at his old friend's compliment and said, "In terms of appeal, my painting is not even one thousandth as good as Miss Su's."
Zhou Ziping smiled without comment, and his two kind eyes fell on Su Yunwan.
Su Yunwan, who was wiping her hands and thinking absentmindedly, said: "Why are you talking about me again?"
Next, it was Song Nan's turn, and the helper he chose was a pretty girl.
My original intention was to bring her along and give her a chance to show herself, but in the end, she was just a passerby who came to watch the fun.
Zhou Ziping was very considerate and gave a good evaluation.
Song Nan: "Teacher Zhou, you're too kind. I was just kidding. I'm afraid my skills are not even as good as Miss Su's fingernail."
Then it was Xu Zhiran who accidentally found the master of fine brushwork, Wang Xue.
"In terms of composition, lines, and brushwork, Miss Su's level is far superior to Mr. Wang's."
Somehow, everyone was extremely humble.
In his words, he praised Su Yunwan to the utmost.
Those smiles and words cut into Jiang Ling's heart like a knife.
Finally it was her turn. Zhou Ziping remained as balanced as ever and gave a very mild evaluation, but people in the audience started to talk.
After all, Jiang Ling and Su Yunwan both paint landscapes.
Earlier, because the subject matter was different, they couldn’t really tell the difference.
But now, you can tell what is good and what is bad at a glance.
“Although I can’t put it into words, Su Yunwan’s paintings are more artistic.”
“It’s more imposing and has more charm.”
"That's right, there always feels something wrong with Jiang Ling's paintings."
When Jiang Ling heard the sound of discussion, her face turned purple.
She felt that Zhou Ziping did it on purpose.
He deliberately put her and Su Yunwan together to embarrass and embarrass her.
And those people in front, why are they competing with Su Yunwan for no reason?
But even though she was hating it in her heart, Jiang Ling could only maintain a decent smile in front of the camera.
"Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Zhou. When it comes to landscape painting, my level is still not as good as..." When she said this, she gritted her teeth, but still couldn't utter those three words.
Even if she died, she would never admit in person that she was really not as good as Su Yun!
"I'm still not as good as you teachers. I hope you can give me more guidance in the future."
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