Xu Mu put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the painting. "The brushwork of Chinese painting mainly involves outlining, texture drawing, rubbing, dotting, and dyeing. What Mr. Wei said just now is right. The outlining method of this painting is indeed very strong."
When Wei Jingyu heard this, his original anger disappeared. As for a few brush strokes in Chinese painting, most people couldn't name them.
Since Xu Mu knew, maybe he really had his own opinion.
"This painting's outline technique is top-notch. The rest is a bit mediocre by comparison. That's where he went wrong. What's the most important thing in Chinese painting? Coordination!"
Xu Mu spread out his hands and said, "This painting gives people the feeling that they wanted to draw a beautiful woman. The figure is curvy, but the legs and arms are short, and the other parts are not coordinated at all."
Hearing this, the people around were shocked. Although they didn't know what Xu Mu was talking about, they felt that what he said made sense.
"Hahaha! I laughed my ass off. Xu Mu, you're really eloquent. This painting looks very harmonious to me!"
Fang Chu sneered, "The example you gave is totally wrong. Can't Mr. Wei and I tell whether she is a beauty or not?"
Wei Jingyu also nodded secretly. He had studied calligraphy and painting for so many years, so he had some ability to appreciate it.
"That's because you haven't seen him before." Xu Mu said lightly.
"You come! Or you come! You come and draw a picture!"
Fang Chu smiled at Xu Mu and said, "Who can't do it just by saying it? If you can, draw one."
Everyone around agreed. As long as you want to find fault with something, no matter how perfect it is, you can come up with a lot of them.
"Have you any writing material?"
Xu Mu was just waiting for Fang Chu to say this.
You forced me to install this, so I have to do it.
"Yes! I'll get it."
Wei Jingyu wanted to see how capable Xu Mu was.
Seeing Wei Jingyi leave, Xu Shou immediately came to Xu Mu and whispered, "Boy, are you sure you can draw?"
"Don't worry, I know a thing or two about painting."
Xu Mu gave Xu Shou a reassuring look.
Xu Ningbing widened her beautiful eyes.
Finished! This kid got it again.
Could he really be a Chinese painter? I've never seen him paint before.
Fang Chu stood with his hands behind his back at this time. He had already guessed what Xu Mu was thinking.
Judging from Xu Mu's expression at the moment, he should be able to draw. He said that just now because he wanted to show it off in front of Wei Jingyu.
His skills are definitely not better than this painting.
Speaking of the scene, the only one who remained silent was Jiang Huihui.
He was still very confident in his grandfather's paintings, and Xu Mu was completely trying to attract attention.
This is also consistent with the information she investigated.
Soon, Wei Jingyu placed all the painting tools on another dining table.
After seeing these tools, Fang Chu smiled and said, "Xu Mu, start and show us."
Xu Shou clenched his fists at this time, worrying about Xu Mu. This kid must not pretend to fail.
"Then I'll work on this painting and improve it a little."
Relying on muscle memory, Xu Mu picked up the paintbrush and began to sketch.
After only a few strokes, Wei Jingyu narrowed his eyes and realized something was wrong.
Most people can’t learn these few moves.
As time went on, Xu Mu began to demonstrate his skills, his brushwork became ever-changing and his ink became lifelike.
In fact, when Xu Mu was halfway through painting, the people around him were so shocked that they were speechless.
Because what Xu Mu drew was almost exactly the same as this painting.
Xu Mu continued to sketch, and finally, he put down his pen, and his landscape painting came to life on the paper.
Everyone around was observing the two paintings, and at first glance, they were exactly the same.
But if you look closely, you will find that what Xu Mu painted is completely natural.
If you stare at it for a long time, you can even see the robes of the characters in the painting fluttering.
"Holy crap! The painting's moving! The painting's moving!"
A middle-aged man pointed at the painting and exclaimed.
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