The enemies will fight for me [Rebirth]

The man stared fixedly at this face, evoked a smile, and his voice was so gentle that it was hard to refuse: "Can you tell me?"

The young man came back to his senses, as if he had just reacted after watching him all the time, he nodded: "Yes."

I saw him slowly put down the pen in his hand, paused for a few seconds before speaking: "Sir, what did you ask just now, I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly."

It turns out that I didn’t hear it because I was immersed in the painting, but it’s really polite and polite, and the voice is different from others. You can guess its owner’s character is unhurried, humble and gentle.

The man put one hand in his pocket and held the end of the cigarette with the other: "Why is that piece of mountain pine in scatter perspective? How could it be drawn like this? It's the first time I've seen it, so I'm a little curious."

It may be that he even explained the reason for the question, the young man pondered for a moment, and then chose to answer: "Most people seem to have this kind of thinking, which clearly separates Chinese and Western paintings, but there is no rule that it must be like this. I like Corot's works, especially his "Memories of Montefontaine".

The man feels a little pity, he only likes ink painting, and is especially good at painting pine. Today, he just saw someone using this technique to deduce pine, so he felt something new.

The man responded politely, avoiding silence: "It's a very familiar name, maybe I've seen it before when I was visiting an art gallery, it's okay, you can continue talking."

"Oh, it is indeed in the Louvre, so you must not know much about the Barbizon School," the young man returned to the question just now, "'A mountain is as tall as a tree, and a horse is as small as a man, and there is no wave in the far water. , as high as the clouds', scattered perspective has the vast realm of 'thousands of miles away', I think this is an advantage that oil painting does not have, so I want to borrow its strengths."

Hearing his affirmation of ink painting, the man was somewhat satisfied. This should be a student of the oil painting department. It is rare to learn Western painting and still recognize Chinese painting like this. There are too many people in this world who think that their own is the best.

The only young man nodded and continued to explain: "If you know the Barbizon school of painting, you will know that oil paintings are not all thick and colorful, and can also express fresh and elegant styles, but no matter whether Rousseau or Corot, the themes in their works are not commonly used in our Chinese paintings. The theme, when I finished copying "The Oak Tree Near Barbizon" and wanted to change the theme, I discovered the problem of perspective."

"The common theme of ink painting, such as the one you just pointed out." The young man bent down and left his seat and squatted on the ground, picked up that painting, and picked up another one at the same time, only then did the man see that the other one was also scattered. Perspective, but because I don't like that theme, I didn't pay much attention just now.

"Pine is a good case. The Yingke Pine lives on the top of a high mountain. It has a sense of majesty looking up from below, and there are mountains and barriers behind it. You can also look at the danger of it hanging on the cliff. These three angles are respectively Corresponding to three kinds of scattered perspectives: lofty, far-reaching, and flat-far.”

He raised his head to look at the man, and pursed his lips: "So the focus perspective is not suitable, it can't produce that kind of artistic conception, but I prefer to use oil painting for the common theme of traditional Chinese painting, so I have to change the perspective."

He is really a stubborn person, the man raised the corners of his lips: "Since you want to draw those things, wouldn't it be better to paint with ink?"

Seeing the young man frowning, he was a little disappointed: "Oil painting can draw the artistic conception of ink and wash, but you still think it can't do it in your heart."

It was spotted, the man saw a cleaner passing by, and threw the cigarette butt burned to the end in his hand.

The young man seemed a little bit regretful that he directly pointed out the thoughts in his heart, and sighed: "Of course, how a person thinks is his own business. You think so is free in itself. What I mean is that the focus perspective cannot express the artistic conception of ink painting, not oil painting. Pigments and tools cannot express that artistic conception, and materials should not affect the artistic conception world. Whether it can express the artistic conception world depends on the painter's technical skills."

The man put his hands in his pockets. He watched the young man speak in the autumn wind as if his mouth-dry tongue-dry, with the tip of his tongue sticking to his lips, moistening it. He felt that the young man who spoke to him so earnestly was probably a teenager. It's rare to have to work hard to do what you believe in, but it's rare.

At first, when I heard myself asking questions, I was still a little reluctant to speak, but when I mentioned professional questions, I got into the mood and explained very clearly.

Probably because I really like drawing.

Moreover, what the other party talked about did arouse my interest.

The man thinks that only ink painting can express thousands of artistic conceptions, which has many advantages compared to the painting methods from the West, but if the young man says this, it seems that his thinking is rigid.

For the young people now, oil painting is just a material and tool, and there is no fixed painting method.

But in the books that men have been reading, when talking about oil painting, it is focus perspective.

He kept smiling, wishing to see the defeated young man with bad intentions: "The material material of a work of art has two meanings. On the one hand, it affects the generation of the image world. If the Parthenon Temple of Athena was not made of marble If crowns were not made of gold, they would be plain things."

The young man was putting the painting in his hand back to its original position, but the movement in his hand froze when he heard this.

The man didn't stop: "On the other hand, it has a sense of material, such as marble sculpture, which gives people a hard, heavy, and rough feeling. It helps to form an atmosphere, helps imagery, and integrates aesthetics."

"That being said, it's good for you to stick to your point of view." The man smiled at him, looking at the painting in his hand, "How much is this one?"

This painting is indeed a bit novel. If you turn around and miss it today, you don’t know if you will see this kind of novelty again in the future. Besides, the conversation between the young man and him ended in his victorious youth’s silence. Poor painters donate a little.

The young man clutched the painting in his hand, then lowered his head again.

"Not for sale."

"Is 1000 yuan okay?"

Hearing the price, the other party clenched the painting's hand tightly, as if weighing it, and then confided his heart, not knowing whether to tell it to himself or to the man.

"You're not one to appreciate it."

"Is 2000 yuan okay? I think it's worth it. If not, I can learn to appreciate it."

The young man looked up at him again, sighed softly, as if acquiescing, and gave up his inner resistance.

"Okay? Let's close the deal like this. Can you roll up the painting for me? I'll call someone to get the money."

His gentle voice was bewitching, making it easy to be persuaded. The young man pulled the schoolbag beside him, took out a rubber band and put it on his hand, and began to carefully roll the painting skillfully.

On the way to the scroll, I remembered something and added: "The painting I mentioned is called "Memories of Montefontaine". You can go and have a look."

It turned out that the young man really took him seriously when he told him to go back and learn to appreciate. The man sneered in his heart, but his tone was still gentle: "Okay, someone will take money for the painting later."

"He also wants to hand it over to you, so I'll give it to you first." The young man knelt on a few paintings, leaned over and handed them to him.

Looking at the painting handed in front of him, the man with his hands in his pockets was a little uncomfortable. He was not used to picking up things with his own hands, but he wanted to think about it, and finally stretched out a hand: "Thank you for your trust."

The young man sat back on the folding chair he brought and didn't look at him: "I've remembered what you said, but I believe I can use oil painting to paint Chinese painting themes well."

Well, anyway, young people of this age have a stubborn temper, and it's normal to think that my sworn brothers who are as old as young people are also like this.

Young people know how to be polite, so that people can't be annoying.

"Okay, see you later, have you been painting here?"

"No, winter won't come." The young man lowered his head to pick up the pen he put down for painting, sniffed his nose, and seemed to be planning to paint again.

Oh, the man immediately realized that he was wearing a khaki windbreaker, and his fiancée helped him wrap a cashmere scarf. Naturally, he couldn't feel it, but the invisible denim jacket on the young man seemed unable to resist the autumn wind.

After a while in winter, I can no longer hold a paintbrush with this hand.

It's a pity that he still wants to talk about that topic with the young man. It's quite interesting that the other party was speechless by his refutation, and the young man's conversation just now shows that he is a well-educated and knowledgeable person.

After some thought, the young man has already started painting.

The man ignored him when he saw that he was selling paintings, guessing that the young man had been hit and felt angry, so he walked towards the store he just came out of.

"Are you back? Does this look good?" The fiancee turned around in front of his eyes, although her eyes glanced at the things in his hand, she didn't ask.

"This one doesn't look good, but once you wear it, it will look better." The man's tone was affectionate.

The woman is very useful: "Okay, then I want this one, and I will change it right away."

As soon as she left, the man threw the things in his hand into the cart pushed by the attendant: "Take 2000 yuan and send it to the painter outside."

The entourage nodded and went to do it immediately.

The man just walked into the warm shop from the outside, with a feeling of coldness all over his body. He looked at the waiter here, although he was wearing a cheongsam and silk stockings, but his upper body was also put on a white velvet-trimmed quilted vest with slanted openings. Easy access to the interior of the mall.

He couldn't help but think of the young people outside.

After the fiancée had finished changing her clothes and ordered softly with the clerk to order all of this series, she came to hold the man's hand.

The man looked at the woman approaching with a smile, and sighed in his heart.

This fiancée, who is not even as good as the painter she met by chance, wants him to accompany her in acting.

"It's going to be cold in the future, don't come out again, let them send the clothes home to try on, take them off and put them on again, it's easy to catch cold." The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her helplessly.

"Then don't I want to stay at home all the time?" The woman pursed her lips and leaned over dissatisfied, "I'm fine, the heating in the fitting room is sufficient, you men don't understand the fun of shopping, and it's because I shouldn't pull you out , let you wait, it will not happen in the future, your work is important, I will ask my best friend to accompany me."

Well, this way I can cover up to meet the male star.

The man smiled softly and hooked his fiancée's messy hair from the fitting behind her ear, and suddenly remembered the poor painter just now.

There is also a little dye on his face, the yellow one is next to the eyes, it must have been rubbed accidentally with his hands.

Against the background of those deep eyes, it is very beautiful.

If you go back tonight if you have nothing to do, you can look for the painting he said, the man is determined.

It was night, the man returned to his room after he was busy, sat in front of the computer and entered the painting that the young man said.

A picture was searched out and spread flat on the screen. The man leaned back in the seat, crossed his arms with one hand, and propped his chin with the other.

He has no impression of this picture. Even though he has been to the Louvre, he has a higher level of appreciation for ink paintings. After seeing the Three Treasures of the Town Hall, the rest is just a glance, and he did not browse carefully.

He suddenly understood why the young man was so persistent, because the painting in front of him was really not like a gorgeous oil painting, but an elegant ink painting.

Viewers seem to be able to touch the moist white mist on the shore of Liming Lake, hear the rustling of the treetops in the emerald valley swaying with the warm spring breeze, and enjoy the infinite imagination of the hazy distant mountains.

This has the meaning of black and white in ink painting, giving people a sense of emptiness and seclusion.

The man was aroused a sense of interest, and when he saw the young man's painting for the first time, he also had an indescribable sense of novelty, but now seeing this masterpiece, he really understood the meaning.

Oil painting is an image that can be painted in ink.

It's so beautiful, he can read a kind of sweet memory and quiet sadness from it, it is indeed a work that can be placed in the Louvre.

The man thought of the painting he bought today, and guessed that the people below had packed it up, so he got up and went to find someone to pick up the painting.

When the painting was brought, he slowly spread it out under the light, held it down with something, and sighed involuntarily. Under the clear light, the details of the painting could be seen clearly. Generally with a different sense of hierarchy.

This painting has exhausted the owner's mind.

I didn't expect to see someone interpreting how to draw pine like this. The man in the room let out a laugh, feeling pleasantly surprised.

The direction that the youth insists on may not be right or wrong.

After all, geniuses always go against everyone else.