Soul Painter

　　 "Guess, there is another layer under the painting, what is it?" Gao Fan asked.

　　 Gao Fan arrived in Shanghai, and Xin Wei sat opposite him.

　　On the 28th day after leaving Pengcheng, Gao Fan finally arrived in Shanghai.

　　 This is a small well-known local cuisine restaurant.

　　 The location next to the window, this location is not easy to book, you have to do it many days in advance.

Gao Fan, who looks like a wandering artist, sits opposite to Xin Wei, whose makeup is full of youthfulness. When chatting arises, Gao Fan is gesticulating with joy. Xin Wei looks at it with a smile, and the affectionate look of the style makes the window go outside the window. Of men are a little jealous.

"The second half of Wang Ximeng's painting of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is an unsolved case." Xin Wei said, all of whom have studied painting and have also learned some painting history. Xin Wei's results are particularly good. "However, Song Huizong quickly took the world away. I was also taken prisoner. Those palace painters may not turn out well. They said that he jumped into the painting and it must be beautified. As for the "A Thousand Miles Hungry and Death Picture", it was fabricated by posterity, and it must be a fake~ "

"Yes, there is still a layer of painting under the painting, but the painting is still sparse!" Gao Fan laughed, "Wang Banxian must have heard of the story of "One Painting Nine Reveals", so I'll put my hand here again, waiting to be fooled. Take advantage of it. "

"One Painting Nine Revealing" is a black word for the mounting industry. It is a masterpiece with a strong paper back. It can be exposed nine times without the ink stains. This becomes nine paintings. There is a plot in the movie "Wu Shuang", Guo The king of heaven determined that the three "Yan Song Pictures" were all genuine, and used this technique to make fakes.

However, this technique can only be used for the works of painters who are good at freehand brushwork such as Bada Shanren and Qi Baishi. Among them, there are many taboos such as "Zhang does not reveal," Section does not reveal, Feibai does not reveal, and Gongbi does not reveal". The harmony style can't fall into the next layer of the painting. Needless to say, Feibai is white, leaving no marks, and the fine brushwork is gentle and it is impossible to leave marks.

　　 "A Thousand Miles of Starvation" should be a fine brushwork, no matter how much it is painted, it is impossible to leave a mark on the painting, so Wang Banxian's hand, fine, seems stupid, but it is a fool to cheat.

　　 "Yes~" Xin Wei Gao Fan was amused.

　　 was silent again.

　　 Her soft eyes stayed on Gao Fan.

　　 Looking at Gao Fan’s long hair and oil paint denim jacket, just now the waiter in the restaurant almost invited Gao Fan out as a tramp.

　　 Thinking like this, someone grabbed my heart and felt a pain. No, it was not pain, but grievance. The person on the other side did not feel grieved, but she grieved for him.

　　 She suddenly got a sore nose.

　　 The heat rushed into the eyes.

Gao Fan was studying which dish to take for takeout and to give it to God. Because the restaurant did not allow pets, he could only wronged God for taking takeout. When he looked up, he saw Xin Wei staring at him, his eyes twinkling, clearly teardrops. Can't help being surprised.

　　 "Why are you crying?"

　　 "No, it's been a long time since I saw my classmates, so happy." Xin Wei wiped away tears quickly, "Go, I'll take you to get a haircut."

　　 "Haircut?" Gao Fan touched his hair. It's okay... Well, it's a little trembled, but he said, "Wait, let's get God in first."

　　God?

　　 Xin Wei thought that Gao Fan had believed in religion.

　　 But when he got to the parking lot, Xin Wei saw the little black cat in the co-pilot's seat and immediately laughed.

　　 "You are God~" She teased the little black cat, "That would have to be a good protection."

　　Waiting for Xin Wei to get in the car, the little black cat yelled at her like a warning.

　　 "The co-pilot is God's position." Gao Fan said, "Sit in the back."

　　 Seeing Xin Wei obediently in the back seat, the little black cat was satisfied to get down again in his exclusive position.

　　 There is a pile of things in the back seat.

　　 Xin did not open the car door, and several rolls fell off.

　　 "These are all the souvenirs you brought back from the north and south of the travels?" Xin Wei asked curiously as he went to pick it up.

　　 As a result, all paper fell on the ground.

　　Paper.

　　 Xin did not pick up a roll and unfolded it smoothly.

It was the evening, and the last slanting sun stayed on the Huangpu River, reflecting the pale golden gleam of the river surface, and it was also reflected on the scroll in Xin Wei’s hand. This is a sketch, completed with large swathes of color and white space. The strange thing about the depiction of another water scene is that in this sketch, black is used to describe the light, and white is used to describe the darkness.

At this moment, in this painting, Xin Wei felt the obvious contrast between light and darkness and the visual impact. The brushstrokes of the sky are so light, how does it express the night, and the lines on the water surface are so heavy, why does it make her feel bright? , The people walking by the water, the towers and bridges and other landscapes are all in the half-dark junction, forming a dividing line together, as if dividing the dusk and the dawn.

　　 I have difficulty breathing.

　　 Xin Wei felt that the air in front of him seemed to be thin.

　　 The beauty shown in the sketch in front of her shocked her.

　　 Gao Fan is stronger than before... Incredibly strong... It's only a few days now...

　　 She raised her head again, and saw the pile of sketches on the back seat of the car.

　　 is placed so casually, like garbage that can't fit in a trash basket.

She unfolds it from volume to volume~www.novelmt.com~ There are landscapes, people, cities, nature, everything. Gao Fan described everything he saw on the road into his paintings. .

　　 And, in each picture, there is something that Xin Wei can't understand...wonderful and magical.

　　 She felt that Gao Fan's painting skills had progressed to the point where she could not understand. She only knew what was good, but she didn't know what was good.

　　 It seems that since Gao Fan began to imitate the "Gate of Hell", there has been an incomprehensible gap between him and her in terms of painting skills.

　　 After three years, the genius Gao Fan took off without a trace after spreading his wings.

　　 "...you are practicing this month." Xin Wei was deeply moved.

　　 In the scroll that she unfolded in her hand at this time, it was a girl with the distant mountains and the lively crowds as the background. The girl was in a white dress, left alone in the picture.

　　 "She likes you." Xin Wei suddenly felt jealous.

　　 "Maybe," Gao Fan said, "Get in the car."

　　 Xin Wei reluctantly was in the back seat of the SUV, clearing a place for himself, and then showing Gao Fan the way while unfolding the volume of sketches and oil paintings.

Gao Fan told her that this was painted at the mouth of the Yellow River, this was painted in Mount Tai, and this was painted in West Lake. As Gao Fan stayed in every place for a short time, there are mostly sketches, and only a few oil paintings. At the end, I just threw it aside, and I couldn't see what it was.

　　 But it was just a sketch, which shocked Xin Wei, the more he watched, the more silent.

　　 "It's different from before?" Gao Fan said with a smile. This time he participated in the Biennale and his three major improvements were upside down. Lu Guoying was taken aback, not to mention Xin Wei.

　　 Hmm~ Xin Wei hummed a nasal sound, which seemed a little weird and happy.