After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Qin Yaoguang quickly lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze.

I heard him say again: "Madam, your painting is really beautiful. Can you give me this lamp?"

There was an indescribable affection in his tone.

I shouldn't have drawn him.

Being lazy caused a misunderstanding. Could it be that he thought I was drawing him specially?

Qin Yaoguang muttered a few words in her heart, reached out to take another piece of light grass-colored gauze, and planned to continue pasting another palace lantern: "Okay, it was originally for you."

Yan Changqing's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to speak, she added, "Everyone has one."

He pretended not to hear this.

The first one was painted for him, which shows that he holds a special position in his wife's heart.

So, he stood up and walked across the middle of the workbench to take the palace lantern from Qin Yaoguang's hand: "I'll do it for you."

Since Madam is not good at handicrafts, she should just concentrate on painting.

With no work to do, Qin Yaoguang simply looked around at everyone's progress and ran to Yan Jinyang to find a balance.

When she came back, there were two complete palace lanterns in front of her, the only thing missing was the painting.

One is light grass blue, the other is off-white.

They are all translucent materials, so as long as you light a candle in the middle, the color will not affect the lighting.

Qin Yaoguang thought about the color scheme and started painting.

Six Q-version pictures of Yan Shouzhuo were drawn in light grass color, and Yan Yuanan was drawn in beige color.

After finishing the painting, he wrote a New Year poem next to each one.

Since everyone has a share, it is most appropriate to arrange it according to age from oldest to youngest.

Ever since Yan Changqing received the lantern painted by Qin Yaoguang, the children have been looking at him frequently, but because it was for their father, they dared not go forward.

It’s different for Yan Shouzhuo.

They all gathered around and talked excitedly!

"What is this that my mother drew? I have never seen it before, but it is so cute."

"I've seen it. My mother drew it at the Su family banquet."

"Then why don't you tell us?"

Yan Jinyin stuck out her tongue in embarrassment: "I forgot."

That day, while attending a banquet at the Su family, my mother suddenly fainted.

Faced with such a big event, how could she still remember the picture her mother had painted of Su Qing and her daughter?

Yan Jinyang put down the messy palace lantern in his hands, ran to Qin Yaoguang and squeezed in front of her to watch her draw Yan Yuanan stroke by stroke.

While watching, his little mouth kept chattering.

"Mother, this is the dress my second brother is wearing!"

"I remember this. It was my second brother who was running with us. He looked so tired that he couldn't run any more."

Yan Yuanan: Fifth brother, thank you very much. You don’t have to say everything.

Yan Shiyan, who was sitting next to Qin Yaoguang, did not leave. When he saw his mother painting his second brother, he made a palace lantern with ice-blue marigold and placed it in front of Qin Yaoguang.

"Mother, my son wants this color."

He requested quietly, the twinkling in the beautiful young phoenix's eyes betraying his nervousness.

Just a small thing.

Since mother said that everyone has a share, he will definitely not be left out.

But he wanted his mother to draw this one that he made himself.

Qin Yaoguang paused with the brush in her hand, turned to look at him, her eyes gentle: "Okay, no problem."

Among the five children, Yan Shiyan is the most sensitive.

Moreover, he rarely made any requests on his own initiative.

Therefore, as long as she could do it, she would definitely meet his request.

It's impossible not to feel sorry for this boy who has a delicate appearance but a fragile heart.

It was not until that day in the stable that she realized he was afraid of blood.

But in the original book, he became the director of the prison department who could stop children from crying at night, and his methods were cruel and bloody.

What did he go through during this process?

Qin Yaoguang had no idea how cruelly he treated himself and forced himself to face the most fearful thing.

She didn't want the current Yan Shiyan to repeat the same mistakes.

When she painted Yan Shiyan, her brushstrokes were particularly gentle. She first painted a child holding a wooden comb in both hands, and then painted Yan Shiyan rescuing the wounded in the hot spring villa.

A cute little flower is also drawn on the shoulder of each Q version of Xiao Yan to accompany him.

When Qin Yaoguang was painting, Yan Shiyan looked at her very quietly, without blinking.

As if he wanted to engrave this scene into the depths of his soul, his delicate little face, the size of a palm, was full of concentration.

Qin Yaoguang put down her paintbrush, turned the palace lantern around, nodded with satisfaction, and handed it to Yan Shiyan.

Next, I painted the palace lanterns of Yan Jinyin and Yan Jinyang.

Yan Jinyin politely thanked him, and Yan Jinyang shouted with joy.

"Mother, can you teach us this way of painting?" Yan Yuanan asked.

Although he was the most mature mentally, he was still interested in this novel and lovely style of painting.

Qin Yaoguang thought for a moment and said, "I'll teach you when you can draw figures well."

The expression of Q-version figures is very simple, but in fact, it requires a solid foundation in human body drawing; otherwise, it will be like a tree without roots.

If you just copy, it doesn’t count as knowing it.

Seeing that she agreed, in addition to Yan Yuanan, Yan Shiyan and Yan Jinyin's eyes were sparkling and they were very expectant.

"Mother, I want to learn how to draw birthday pictures from you."

Yan Shiyan asked: "Can you learn it now?"

"Yes, but you have to start from the basics first." Qin Yaoguang said.

"You will be on holiday from tomorrow until the Lantern Festival. I will have an extra class in the afternoon after the Lantern Festival. I will teach you how to draw still life."

"Mother, what is still life?" Yan Yuanan asked.

Qin Yaoguang casually picked up a complete palace lantern and placed it in front of her, pointing at it: "This is a still life."

“All still objects, either individually or in combination, are the still lifes we use to practice the basics. Only when you are good at drawing still lifes can you draw everything in the world well.”

Qin Yaoguang explained it in a way that they could understand, and Guyu, who was serving beside them, handed them a Leyang book and an improved Leyang pen.

Because of its convenience, she often carries it with her.

As expected of a first-class maid, her master knew what she wanted to do without her master saying anything.

Qin Yaoguang took it, used the pen to measure the height in front of his eyes, and began to paint on the paper.

The children all gathered around, and Yan Changqing also stood behind Qin Yaoguang.

He took less than two quarters of an hour to create the shape, lay the general tone, emphasize the contrast between light and dark, and then refine each detail one by one, and a palace lantern appeared on the paper.

Still life sketching, the foundation of modern art.

This involves knowledge points such as lines, points, lines, surfaces, perspective, light and dark relationships, etc.

Qin Yaoguang did not plan to give them a lecture today, but just give them a brief demonstration to let them understand what "painting still life" means.

After she put down her pen, Yan Jinyang curiously touched the paper and asked in confusion: "It feels flat to the touch, why does it look like it's standing up?"

That’s the magic of sketching.

Qin Yaoguang smiled and said, "I used my skills to deceive your eyes."

Yan Shiyan had been silent until he suddenly said, "Mother, if the portraits on those arrest warrants could be made with your technique, wouldn't it be easier to catch the criminals?"

He had seen the painting "Eight Immortals Celebrating a Birthday", and each of the Eight Immortals in the painting looked like they were standing in the painting.

The Eight Immortals are fictional, what about real people?