As he said that, Bai Mu turned off the lights.
Then I drew the curtains of the balcony windows.
The whole room was plunged into darkness.
It's pitch dark.
Ailian said, "But what does this have to do with painting?"
Bai Mu said: "Don't worry."
He took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight.
"Look."
The flashlight shone on the pen holder just now. The light was cast from above, and the shape of the pen holder became three-dimensional in front of Ailen's eyes.
Bai Mu used his fingers to block out most of the light, leaving only a small amount of light falling on the pen holder.
Ailian looked at it curiously. There was no light around the pen holder, only darkness.
But the pen holder exists in the light.
"Now imagine a frame around the pen holder."
Bai Mu said this, and Ailian followed suit. She imagined a frame to frame the pen holder.
"alright."
Bai Mu nodded, and then completely blocked the flashlight.
He asked, "Is the frame still there?"
Ailian nodded, "Well, although the pen holder is no longer visible, the frame is still there."
Bai Mu: "Look at this frame. Doesn't it look like the blank rice paper on the drawing board just now?"
"Though it's completely dark at the moment."
Ailian nodded, thinking of the rice paper just now.
At this moment, the only difference between the rice paper on the drawing board and the pitch-black frame in front of my eyes, which is completely based on my imagination, is the color.
"Um."
She was listening attentively, and at that moment, Bai Mu moved his hand away a little.
The pen holder appeared in front of Ailian again.
It was as if light appeared on the black rice paper, directly printing the pen holder on the drawing board.
The shadow of the pen holder, the light reflection of the pen holder, and the lighting conditions of different surfaces at different angles all appeared in front of Ailian at this moment without any instruction.
It's amazing.
Elaine was completely stunned.
At the same time, the overall shape of the painting suddenly appeared in my mind.
Bai Mu said: "Do you feel anything?"
Ailian's throat rolled, and at the same time he understood Bai Mu's intention.
In a world of complete darkness, light gives shape to objects.
Then on the drawing board, you can also draw inferences from one example.
The drawing board is like a pure white world, and the black of the pencil gives objects shape like light!
"It seems like I have some feeling."
"The rest is easy."
Baimu turned on the light and everything returned to normal.
He said, "Now, look at your drawing board again."
"Imagine that the entire pencil holder is inside, but it's completely covered by light. Now, you want to use a pencil to capture its shape from inside. How would you do it?"
Ai Lian's throat rolled, looking at the drawing board in front of her. The shape of the pen holder was completely present in the pure white rice paper. She seemed not to be a painter, but a sculptor.
Use a pen to pick that thing out of the picture bit by bit!
“It’s amazing.”
Bai Mu nodded, "Now, how would you draw it?"
Ailian picked up the pencil, and it was as if there was already something on the paper. What was already there did not need to be laid out or any techniques used. At this moment, all the techniques previously learned from the Internet and school were discarded!
There is only one very simple thing to do, which is to dig out the pen holder from the blank rice paper.
“I’ll just draw the shapes.”
As she spoke, she painted the shape of the pen holder one surface at a time using different shades of black to create different degrees of brightness when the light shone on it.
Bai Mu nodded, "Very smart, he can learn it in no time."
Ailian didn't say anything, but continued to paint attentively, perfecting the various details of the pen holder bit by bit. Although her painting technique was still immature and the lines were not very smooth.
But it gives the picture a certain charm!
Many people spend their entire lives painting but can only copy others and cannot capture that touch of charm.
In the end, the painting is 90% similar in appearance, but lacks the spirit, so it can never reach the threshold of a master.
They know all kinds of skills, all kinds of unfathomable techniques, smooth lines, exaggerated pictures, mysterious methods, but they can never find that touch of charm in their entire life.
But what they had never found in their entire lives was now easily found and learned by a beginner.
Baimu did not disturb Ailian from painting, but quietly cleared and washed the bowl.
When he came out of the kitchen, Ailian looked at him with admiration.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Bai Mu felt that this look was a bit strange.
Ailian stood up excitedly, rushed over and hugged Baimu, then stood on tiptoe and bit him.
Bai Mu was also startled by the sudden hug.
But he responded quickly.
After a while, the two separated. Bai Mu looked at the face so close to him and said, "What happened? Did you mutate into a brain-sucking zombie?"
This time the feeling is really different, she is so proactive.
And... it's so powerful.
Elaine: "I...I don't know how to thank you."
"Again?"
She raised her eyes, the excitement in them still lingering.
Shiraki stole a glance at Nekomata's door.
He hugged Ailian, opened the door, and walked to the corridor outside.
He whispered, "Stay here, don't let the cat see you again."
"Um."
"Don't move."
"Hmm."
After a while, Bai Mutou tilted his head back and said, "Wait a minute, I can't breathe."
He said this a little breathlessly.
What’s going on? Why are you so energetic today?
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