【New Red Mansion】Perfect World

Shui Rong took his tools to the bamboo garden and picked up some bamboo branches to prepare for the paint. He sat in the corridor and used a small knife inlaid with gemstones to cut the bamboo branches into bamboo slices, then cut them into bamboo strips, and polished them for a long time.

Xichun took out the masking tape and asked Ruhua to put masking tape on the fan handles on the table to prevent them from getting stained.

Everyone was gathered and had already started to take their seats. Each of them took a brush and painted or wrote on the fan.

Shui Rong went into the house, put down the bamboo stick, and rushed to the cabinet in the study to find the Polaroid camera he had given to Pin'er, and took pictures everywhere.

Grandmother Jia called out to him, "You should also join in. You will also like the prizes I have prepared. Why don't you join in?"

"Don't worry, grandma. I'll take a picture of them first, and I'll draw it later. The photos of today's event are very commemorative, and they can be kept for publicity in the future." Grandmother Jia nodded after hearing this.

Here, Pin'er first found a piece of paper to make a draft: she wrote two lines of poetry: "My feelings dance with the wind, and the cool summer is hidden in my dreams." Then she carefully copied it on the fan.

Over there, Baoyu was painting a beauty on a fan, her face looked like Lin Pin'er, but if you looked closely, it looked like Wu Qing. Xiren was helping him mix the ink, and her face turned pale as she looked at the fan.

Yingchun didn't know what to draw with her pen in hand. She wasn't good at drawing, but there was a lotus flower and a small green lotus pod in a glass vase in front of her. She drew a few petals on the rice paper based on the lotus flower, and then asked Xichun how to draw the center of the flower.

Xichun was the first to finish the painting. After she finished, she only wrote one sentence: "How many years of quiet contemplation of the world!" She used brown paint to paint many strips that looked like chrysanthemum petals on the fan. The lines spiraled upward like feathers blown by the wind, which was very abstract.

Li Wan's story is more interesting. She only wrote two big characters on the fan: "Abundance". She then cut the petals with the silk cloth she brought, and took out a cloth bag that looked like a small pillow, and spread the cut petals flat on the bag.

Suyun asked Zijuan for an aromatherapy candle, lit it and placed it next to Li Wan. Li Wan took out a metal tool, heated it over the candle, and used it to iron the silk flower petals into the unique curvature of real flowers. Then she put them together piece by piece, and finally made a few everlasting flowers, which she put aside for later use.

Jia Lan drew the cutest cartoons. He didn't use a brush, but a line pen to draw the winged robot he had recently imagined. The inspiration came from the two parrots of Pin'er.

When the photo shoot was almost done, Shui Rong sat down next to Pin'er, looked at her fan, and remembered the first half of the poem. He confidently wrote two lines of poetry on his own fan: "When I wave my plain fan lightly, the meaning is long, and when I write a little ink, the fragrance of poetry spreads."

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, like the uprightness of a pine tree, and each stroke contains firmness and courage. The ink is freely swiped on the fan, like a dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and imposing. The strokes are full of vigor and grandeur, with a bold and open style. The confidence and calmness revealed between the lines seem to be telling of the man's mind and courage.

Then he stood up and took out a box from the drawer of the desk. Inside was the two seals he had made earlier. He took out the seal for Pin'er and handed it to her, then used his own seal on the fan.

The task of mixing the paint was given to Xichun, who was more familiar with these painting tools. First, squeeze the paint into small dishes, blue, green, purple, black, gold, orange, red, pink, yellow...

After squeezing, the whole table becomes lively, use a dropper to absorb water, drip some clean water into each plate, and then use a long-handled golden spoon to grind the paint evenly.

"Okay, who's going first?" Xichun asked after putting down the spoon.

"Give us a sample first. You are more professional." Li Wan said.

"Okay, I won't be polite then." Xichun rolled up her sleeves and asked Ruhua to get her fan, while a tray was waiting at the back.

Xichun first poured a little orange lacquer, stirred the lacquer with a bamboo stick, and held the fan vertically into the water. She took it out with a neat twist. The pattern on the fan immediately became charming, and everyone thought it was done, but Xichun asked for a large piece of tissue to absorb the orange just now.

This time she poured in a lot of colors, but most of them were dark colors, and even used black, which they didn't want to use. She then stirred the lacquer with a bamboo stick, and when she was not satisfied, she fanned it a few times with a fan until she was satisfied. Only then did she put the fan in again. This time she only let the edge of the fan circle around to be stained with lacquer and adjusted the water flow.

"Mine is good!" Xichun was very satisfied.

Grandmother Jia had been watching quietly, and only after she said it was okay did she observe carefully. The lines just now merged with the lacquer color, and the whole fan was like a chaotic universe, with the orange light in the middle before Pangu created the world, and the surroundings were like the blue and purple in the depths of the universe. The incomprehensible brown lines on the fan just now became vivid after being dyed with lacquer, like humans molded by Nuwa, some independent, some in groups. Some running, jumping, flying. These humans seemed to have life, and you could even hear them talking.

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!" Jia's grandmother praised. Xichun's painting was very artistic. It was amazing that she had such an open mind at such a young age and could make the lacquer and painting fit together.

Xichun gave the fan to Ruhua and asked her to take it out and hang it in the corridor to dry.

Everyone started to give way to each other again, and Li Wan had to take the lead: "Then I'll go first. I'll add the everlasting flowers to my fan later, so I need to let it dry first."

After that, she came over with a fan and first used a tissue to absorb the color in the tank. Then she dripped paint in, choosing only two colors: green and light yellow. She did not follow Xichun's example and put it into the water vertically, but in a Z shape. This way the color would be slightly lighter.

After it comes out of the water, everyone will comment on it and then take it out to dry. Then everyone will finish and take it out to dry, then go wash their hands and come over to drink tea and eat dessert.

Li Wan estimated that the time was almost up, so she took the tray out, chose her own fan, and pasted the everlasting flower decoration on it.

When it was time for judging, everyone stood up and went to the corridor.

The mandarin ducks are responsible for the display, and everyone is responsible for watching and judging.

The first thing we look at is Xichun’s lacquer fan, which is a little drier now and has some differences in light and shadow compared to before.

"From a distance, those orange and brown colors look like phoenix wings." Pin'er couldn't help but admire.

Jia Lan couldn't help but speak up: "Like leaves blown by a tornado."

"Like a whirlpool in the water." Yingchun also spoke.

Yuanyang put the lacquer fan back and then picked up Baoyu's lacquer fan. The beauty on the fan was faintly visible amidst the pink peach blossoms and green willows.

It might be okay for others, but Pin'er suddenly remembered the time when she buried flowers that year. The scene was just like she was standing in a sea of ​​flowers, and a breeze blew the petals off.

"When did Brother Bao become so good at painting beauties? But this beauty seems a little melancholy. It's as if the corners of her clothes were blown by the wind." Tanchun joked.

"I think it's the beauty who laments the falling flowers." Xichun commented.

The next one he picked up was Jia Lan's lacquer fan. The child was also very ingenious. He only put half of the fan into the water. When he did it, no one understood what Jia Lan meant. But now it dawned on us.

"Lan'er used blue and white to create a sky, highlighting the robot as the protagonist." Grandmother Jia secretly admired that he had such unique ideas at such a young age.

After listening to Grandmother Jia's explanation, Jia Lan nodded his head. As expected, when he looked again, it seemed as if the robot was standing under the blue sky, and the occasional white color looked like white clouds or white doves.

The next thing he picked up was Yingchun's lacquer fan. As soon as Yuanyang put the lacquer fan upright, Yingchun tried to stop him: "Stop looking at mine. Painting is not my forte. The lacquer one doesn't look good either."

Grandmother Jia smiled and said: "The lotus is well painted, but the paint should not be pink. It looks random and the main and secondary colors cannot be distinguished."

Everyone smiled and looked at other things. Li Wan's fan was ordinary, but with the addition of the everlasting flower, the fan immediately became different.

Tanchun's fan is very grand, with the vigor of an ink painting. The paint she chose is a smoky gray, as if it were smudged with ink and placed in the mountains. Next to it is a line of cursive characters: "The exquisite fan depicts the Spring and Autumn Period, and the ink-stained poetry flows freely. The swaying posture adds elegance and interest, and the breeze accompanies the leisurely mood. "

Baoyu admired the fan and silently recited these two lines of poetry. After reciting them, he savored them and then spoke again:

"My sister's poems are indeed meaningful and grand. Her writing skills are getting better and better."