164 Secret Techniques [Update 1]
◎Do you understand this feeling? !◎
Qi Qiuxue paused, shifted her gaze, and caught a glimpse of the paints that Li Yichuan had placed on the easel.
If the source of the fishy smell is indeed blood, then it is very likely that Li Yichuan melted the blood into the paint he used, and among the paints he placed aside, dark pigments accounted for almost two-thirds of the proportion.
Just like his paintings.
People often say that a work of art can reflect the author's values and personality to a certain extent. The beautiful spring scenery before our eyes, with tender buds on the willow trees, gorgeous flowers, a clear pond, and colorful goldfish, should obviously be painted mostly in light colors, but Li Yichuan insisted on using dark colors.
At first Qi Qiuxue thought that he was not proficient in color matching, but now it seems that there is another reason behind it.
Qi Qiuxue quickly straightened up, raised her lips again, and looked at Li Yichuan beside her: "This painting is so beautiful. Does the Second Young Master have any other paintings? Can you show them to us all?"
"Of course!" Li Yichuan had already changed from his initial displeasure to joy. He immediately stood up and walked quickly into the room, looking for a painting that he was satisfied with.
With his departure, only Qi Qiuxue and others were left in the courtyard.
"Check the paints." Qi Qiuxue said immediately.
"Okay." Bai Shien and Wu Shanyue followed her instructions and quickly checked the paint in front of them. Among all the dark paints, they did smell a faint smell of blood.
"Whose blood is this?" Wu Shanyue frowned. She had obviously noticed the scratches on Li Yichuan's wrist. "His own? He's painting with his own blood?"
"Not sure yet." Qi Qiuxue shook her head and looked back at Li Yichuan's room. After a moment, Li Yichuan came out excitedly holding his paintings.
"I don't know which one to choose for the moment, so I'll just show you all the paintings I've made recently." As he spoke, he placed all the paintings of varying sizes in his hands in front of Qi Qiuxue and the others. At a glance, there were about a hundred of them, and most of them were in dark tones.
Li Yichuan calls it his own style.
"These are my works that were previously published in newspapers." He proudly showed Qi Qiuxue, and took out the newspaper that published his paintings to show her, "The editor-in-chief and my father have known each other for a long time. One day, he happened to see my paintings and said that he loved them very much. He wanted to publish my paintings in his newspaper at all costs so that more people can see them."
So Qi Qiuxue lowered her eyes to look at the newspaper in his hand. Even though it was a black and white newspaper, from the arrangement of the color blocks, it could be seen that these were works dominated by dark tones. The manuscripts in Li Yichuan's hand also accurately confirmed this.
In addition, the newspaper also published many other works, all of which were much higher in level than Li Yichuan's works in terms of brushstrokes, composition, and artistic conception.
Qi Qiuxue reasonably suspected that the reason why these paintings of his were qualified to be reported was not because of the excellence of his works, but because of his identity as the second young master and the close relationship between the editor-in-chief and Mr. Li.
But Li Yichuan obviously doesn't think so. He thinks he is powerful, excellent and gifted.
"I want to see your work before it was published in the newspaper, is that okay?" Qi Qiuxue asked.
"What's so good about this?" Li Yichuan was obviously not very satisfied with his previous work. He lowered his eyes and searched through the pile of paintings for a while, finally pulling out a few and handing them to her, "Here, take a look."
Qi Qiuxue took a look and found that these early works were actually better looking than his current paintings. The brushstrokes were relatively delicate and the colors were very vivid. "Your style now seems to have changed a lot compared to before."
"Yes," Li Yichuan nodded, "but this style of painting is too ordinary and mediocre. No one likes it."
"To be honest, I've been obsessed with painting since I was a kid, but I've never achieved anything significant. I showed my work to many people, and they all belittled and insulted me, saying my paintings were shit."
"But that's all in the past. No one dares to say that now." Li Yichuan chuckled twice and subconsciously scratched the skin on his wrist, his expression becoming morbid. "Now I've finally found a style and tone that suits me, and soon, the praises are coming one after another."
"They all praise me, envy me, and admire me. Ever since my work was published in the newspaper, I was fortunate enough to be seen by several investors. They all rushed to buy my paintings. I went from being ignored to becoming a hugely famous person. Do you understand how that feels?!"
“…”
Qi Qiuxue already had a guess in her mind.
Although the system did not directly explain what kind of influence the Li family had in the local area, it was not difficult to judge from Li Yichuan's words that the Li family had a certain power and status. Although they started late, they grew rapidly.
As the status of the Li family changed, more and more people came to ask for help from the Li family. Not only did they take great pains to give gifts and please Mrs. Han and Mr. Li, they also turned their attention to the descendants of the Li family. Although Li Yichuan's painting skills were always mediocre, in order to please the Li family, they did not mind telling lies with their eyes open and using those flattering tactics on Li Yichuan.
A person who has been denied for too long and has never received any praise or compliments, suddenly gains so much fame and fortune. Even if he notices that something is wrong, he will stubbornly beautify and deceive himself, for fear that he will fall from the clouds.
As for the reason why he painted with blood, it might be that he happened to hear the secret technique from somewhere. Li Yichuan tried it and achieved the desired effect seriously, so he used it again and again.
However, with the frequency of his painting, using only his own blood is not enough. Qi Qiuxue saw that most of the scars on Li Yichuan's wrists had healed, which showed that he had not cut his wrists to get blood recently.
So where did the blood he used to paint come from?
Subconsciously, Qi Qiuxue began to observe the area around her. Perhaps to facilitate inspiration, Li Yichuan planted many flowers and plants in his courtyard.
Soon, Qi Qiuxue discovered something unusual.
——The soil in some flower beds looked very fresh, as if it had been turned over recently.
【Author’s words】
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