full-time artist

Yes, all the people in the painting club can be judges.

Luo Wei expressed her understanding: "If there is a real dispute, please invite a tutor or professor to witness, but I think it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Both he and Luo Wei have professional strengths. Basically, just by looking at each other's paintings, you can tell who wins and who loses.

"It's time to reveal the secret."

Zhong Yu had sold enough, and when everyone was getting impatient, he slowly opened the note, but after looking at the content of the note, Zhong Yu's face suddenly changed, and he said with a bitter face:

"God...I'm sorry for you."

Everyone chattered, "What the hell?"

Zhong Yu spread out the note and wrote two words on it:

traditional Chinese painting!

Everyone froze for a moment, and then became more lively:

"I go?"

"traditional Chinese painting?"

"President Luo's home stadium!"

"This is what President Luo is best at!"

"Can the Great God still do it?"

"Didn't the Great God say that he can also do Chinese painting?"

"Of course I believe that the great master knows Chinese painting, but the question is, don't you guys know President Luo's level of Chinese painting?"

"..."

Luo Wei smiled, looked at Lin Yuan and said, "How about changing to oil painting? You have no chance with Chinese painting."

Lin Yuan thought for a while and said, "I took advantage."

Luo Wei was taken aback: "What did you take advantage of?"

Lin Yuan said truthfully: "You can't beat me with Chinese painting."

However, this sentence fell into Luo Wei's ears, but it was tantamount to provocation, so that Luo Wei felt a little dissatisfied: "Do you think your Chinese painting can win me? This is Chinese painting, not sketching, nor gouache. "

Lin Yuan nodded.

The other party gave me a chance to repent, and I naturally gave the other party a chance: "At least today, you can't beat me."

What Lin Yuan said was the truth.

But Luo Wei only felt that Lin Yuan's words were a bit harsh. After all, Chinese painting is the type she is most proud of and good at: "Then you may regret it. The works on the wall are not my full level."

Lin Yuan nodded in understanding.

Luo Wei saw that Lin Yuan was still calm, but there was even greater turmoil in her heart. Perhaps this opponent was worthy of her all-out effort.

"God, you..."

Zhong Yu didn't know where Lin Yuan's self-confidence came from. He felt that Lin Yuan didn't know Luo Wei's strength yet, and it was hard to explain it clearly. He could only pull Lin Yuan's sleeve to hint that it would be better to change the type.

Everyone in the painting club had the same idea.

However, Luo Wei no longer gave everyone a chance to struggle: "Then follow the rules, it's better than traditional Chinese painting, there are too many people here, why don't you go in and compare?"

Luo Wei pointed to the room inside.

Lin Yuan nodded.

Luo Wei asked, "How long do you want?"

Lin Yuan said, "Whatever you want."

Luo Wei raised her eyebrows: "That's two hours, what kind of Chinese painting?"

Chinese painting is also divided into categories.

According to the materials used and the method of expression, it can be subdivided into ink painting, heavy color, light crimson, fine brushwork, freehand brushwork, line drawing, etc.

According to its themes, there are figure paintings, landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, etc.

"casual."

Lin Yuan is still these two words.

Luo Wei took a deep look at Lin Yuan: "That's whatever you want."

She entered the empty room next door, Lin Yuan also walked in, and asked Zhong Yu to prepare the paint by the way.

"God, you can ask for more blessings."

After Zhong Yu helped Lin Yuan prepare the paint, he muttered in a low voice.

Lin Yuan nodded.

At this time, Luo Wei was sitting opposite Lin Yuan, and had already picked up the paintbrush: "A friendly reminder, I am going to paint ink and wash, which is the type of traditional Chinese painting I am best at."

"I also do ink painting."

Lin Yuan originally planned to paint ink and wash.

But after Luo Wei heard this sentence, she felt that Lin Yuan was more provocative, and seemed to imply to herself that no matter what she drew, he could follow him, because he was fine...

"let's start."

Luo Wei's expression became serious.

And when she got serious, all those irrelevant emotions were lost, she didn't even think about who she was comparing with, she just wanted to present her painting perfectly.

Lin Yuan also became serious——

Seriously used the Qi Baishi character card.

He wasn't pretending, nor did he mean to be provocative.

If he got something else, Lin Yuan wasn't sure yet.

Only Chinese painting, Lin Yuan felt that he had no reason to lose, because after using the character card, he was no longer Lin Yuan, but...

Qi Baishi!

And, it's Qi Baishi at his peak!

This is indeed the case. With the activation of Qi Baishi's character card, Lin Yuan's mind is already full of understanding of traditional Chinese painting.

This understanding of traditional Chinese painting far surpasses his own professional level!

This should be the top level of Chinese painting above the professional level!

And this time.

It was Qi Baishi's shrimp that Lin Yuan was preparing to write!

And the name of this picture is "Six Shrimp Picture"!

Raw rice paper.

Dip the brush with ink, and Lin Yuan drew the first stroke.

This is the closest shrimp on the screen.

The brush is dipped in light ink, the nib is dipped in thick ink, the moisture is moderate, and the two strokes on the side outline the shrimp head.

The first stroke is short and thick.

The second pen is thin and long.

The side edge is drawn into the pen, and the body joints are already vivid on the paper.

When it came to the legs, Lin Yuan had already written the pen at the center, and then he broke a heavy ink on the head!

Jiao Feng clicked Xia's eyes, and Lin Yuan's wrist was hanging in the air.

Light ink and thick ink echo each other, and the sense of space is instantly filled...

Lin Yuan couldn't help but want to praise, the painting is really good, but thinking that it would be a shame for him to praise himself, he endured the thought again.

Feel free to wave!

Lin Yuan enjoyed this state.

And with the completion of his first shrimp, its shape, lively, sensitive, and alert, has matured to the point where it seems to have vitality!

The characteristics of the shrimp were very clear in Lin Yuan's mind.

So with just a few strokes, using the shades of ink, it expresses a sense of movement.

But when it comes to the second shrimp, the hard shell is almost transparent, from deep to shallow.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...

With the change of the pen, the waist of the shrimp shows various abnormalities, some bend forward, some wander straight, and some bend and crawl.

When the sixth shrimp was finished, Lin Yuan finally stopped.

"No one knows how to paint shrimp in ink and wash better than Qi Baishi."

This is the only feeling in Lin Yuan's heart at the moment, especially after looking at the painting in front of him, Lin Yuan deeply understands...

If he hadn't used Qi Baishi's character card, he would never have been able to draw this level of "Six Shrimp Picture" with his professional painter alone!

He's done.

Looking up at Luo Wei, Luo Wei seems to have been completely immersed in painting. Most of her brush and ink are thicker, and her brush strokes are relatively open when her wrist is suspended in the air. Lin Yuan can probably guess that the other party should be painting large creatures... …

He didn't bother.

Didn't get up either.

Just quietly waiting.

At this time, outside the door, there are more and more people in the painting club, accompanied by endless discussions:

"Compared to traditional Chinese painting?"

"Isn't the Great God gone?"

"The result doesn't seem so hard to guess."

"There's not much suspense. What I'm looking forward to now is how exciting President Luo's Chinese painting will be this time!"

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I saw Mr. Luo draw Chinese paintings!"

"You too, Zhong Yu, what's wrong with picking something, you actually got a Chinese painting."

"The pig teammate of the great god."

"Here's the number one disciple, no one cheats, only his own master."

"Hahahaha, maybe the Great God won?"

"Please, even professional Chinese painting contestants may not win President Luo."

"President Luo is one of the best at painting traditional Chinese paintings even at the professional level."

"..."

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the door.

Zhong Yuben had a mournful face, and when he saw the person coming, he became more and more depressed: "Why is Professor Kong here?"

"Can Professor Kong come?"

"How many mentors have been alarmed by this matter?"

"Great God and President Luo are not ordinary students."

"At their age, even if they enter the professional painting circle in the future, they will be able to make a name for themselves."

"..."

No matter what is going on outside, no one comes in to disturb you.

After nearly two hours, Luo Wei finally stopped painting. She rubbed her sore wrist and looked at Lin Yuan: "Are you ready?"

"Ah."