technical type

Everything is different.

When Ji Mo saw Wang Zichu, he was sitting on the bed with a thin quilt and a soft pillow, in a lonely and cool place. The window in front of him was open and there was no curtain to cover him. From Wang Zichu's position, he could see the scenery outside the window at a glance. The scenery, the small courtyard is quiet, the flowers and trees are sparse, a little light is sprinkled from the gaps in the leaves, and the golden spots are brilliant.

Wang Zichu looked outside, his eyes dazed, and the light refracted into his eyes, as if his eyes were also dotted with bright gold, making those eyes even brighter.

Ji Mo walked to the side of the bed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, his thin long eyelashes tickled his palm, knowing that his eyes must have turned, Ji Mo just put his hand down and said: "Don't stare, your eyes are not Tired?"

"Fortunately."

Wang Zichu answered plainly, as before.

His eyes turned to Ji Mo, and he smiled softly, as if he was happy for his arrival, but he didn't immediately pull him to paint, which was different from his habit. Ji Mo looked at the furnishings in the house, and the Taoist temple where he lived naturally did not have his own yard Satisfactory, the layout of the room is an ordinary guest room style, no more, and because of the Taoist temple, it is extraordinarily elegant.

On the table in front of the window, the papers and pens displayed were brand new, and there was no trace of being tampered with. The box that had been brought along to put the paintings was placed in a corner, and there was already a thin layer of dust on it, obviously it hadn't been touched for some time.

"Haven't you painted recently?"

Ji Mo was surprised, it was rare for Wang Zichu to be so focused on the matter of revenge, he couldn't help but smiled, and said, "It's a good day today, how about going out to have a look together, I just came back from this Taoist temple, and I don't know what good scenery to enjoy. Master will go with me?"

The matter is over, but the aftermath may not subside. Ji Mo wants Wang Zichu to go out to relax, and it is not easy to go to crowded places, and it is more suitable to walk slowly in the mountains and forests.Maybe after the big revenge, I don't know how to put down the feeling of emptiness, and even painting can't be used as a solution, after all, it's an obstacle in my heart.

"……it is good."

Wang Zichu got up, Ji Mo went to help him, but he brushed his hand away, as if he could do it, the other party was also an adult, seeing this, Ji Mo didn't extend his hand again, but Wang Zichu took two steps, Looking back at him, he turned to the screen and changed into his clothes.

All Taoist temples love to be located among famous mountains and great rivers. Firstly, it fits the nature, and secondly, it fits the mood. Needless to say, the scenery of such a place is good, and there is also a refreshing breeze, and the verdant greenery is in the eyes. It has also become an iron post with infinite vitality.

Ji Mo and Wang Zichu walked out slowly, and the two Taoist priests who served as guards behind them were still there. Wang Zichu was at ease with this, and Ji Mo didn't ask much, presumably it was Mr. Xuan Yang's intention that there was only such a blood relative left, It will never be crooked.

Thanks to the incident of the Wang family, Mr. Xuanyang became famous, and the former Ma family seemed to want to turn around because of this. However, Mr. Xuanyang was more independent. Those relatives did not recognize him at all. Controversial Taoist.

The fine grass under the feet is soft, and the occasional long grass stalks scratch the ankles, making people's smiles lighten up, like the breeze blowing through the hair, bringing an indescribable comfort.

"This scenery is really good. I will draw it when I go back, and I will see it with Master tomorrow."

Ji Mo thought it was inconvenient for Prince Chu to stay here, and he didn't want to draw here, causing more trouble, so he made an appointment tomorrow.

"it is good."

Wang Zichu has always been reticent, unlike when he was with Ji Mo before, he always raised some topics, and his words were full of joy.

Ji Mo didn't want to mention the matter of the Wang family, but seeing Wang Zichu like this, and thinking of Wang's father's death, he felt the need to comfort him, so he said: "Don't think too much about the things that have passed."

He never comforts people. In this regard, he is not sure about the severity. He simply put it this way, vaguely, and let people put it down.

Bitterness overflowed from Wang Zichu's lips, and it turned into a smile, revealing some grievances, he originally put it down, they asked him to pick it up, let him face it, told him not to escape, and at this moment, let him put it down again, but he What you have done is what you have done, how can you let it go?

The ink color that has fallen on the paper may be diluted by the water color, but it will never disappear. The white paper that has been blackened will never return to whiteness.

So is his heart.

"……it is good."

Thousands of words, if poured into a pot, trickle down, leaving only one word.

Ji Mo looked at Wang Zichu, looked at his forced smile, and felt that no matter what, the Wang father was his own father, and now that he passed away, it is impossible for him as a son of man to remain unmoved. If his expression really does not change, I'm afraid it's unfilial.

It's like this now... I vaguely feel that Wang Zichu has never gone to pay homage, but it is not good to ask again. If it is true that he has not gone, I am afraid he will be criticized again. If he went, it must not be a good experience , needless to mention.

People like Wang Zichu are not good at socializing. At first glance, they feel that they are too cold and incompatible with the world. Later, they find that sincerity is very precious.

Ji Mo was afraid that Wang Zichu's health was not good and it would be difficult to go far away, so he just looked around the Taoist temple, took a breath of fresh air in the forest, and then led him back.

Back in the room, let him have a good rest again, don't think too much, and when it comes to Ji's father's selection of officials, he still doesn't know where he will go this time, Ji Mo still wants to learn painting from Wang Zichu, and he doesn't know what will happen after Wang Zichu Where will I go? I wanted to ask, but Wang Zichu never knew about these things. I'm afraid I'll have to wait for Mr. Xuanyang.

Mr. Xuan Yang is now very famous, and there are many old friends in the capital, who go to drink every day, and don't know when he will come back. Ji Mo lives in a big family, and he must tell his elders when he goes out, so it is not good to wait until late at night , had dinner with Wang Zichu, and then took the boy back.

Painting at night, Ji Mo is now quite proficient in landscape painting. As soon as he swipes his brush, he can see the majestic mountains, green and lush, like a dragon's body and armor, with light in the patches, and the sharpness is self-evident.

Ji Mo's paintings are not limited to real scenes, half-truths and half-false, and the fake ones are mostly imagination, such as the mountains seen today, the appearance from a distance is not comprehensive, but it does not prevent Ji Mo from writing There is a god, painting the mountain as a dragon plate, it is so majestic and magnificent.

If you compare it with the actual scene, this scenery must be too fantasy to fit, but it can be placed in the painting, the clouds are curling up, and the momentum is relied on. There is obviously no river, and the sea of ​​clouds is surrounded by it, just like a river around the mountain.

Before falling asleep, the painting was finished, and Ji Mo himself was very satisfied, and the system also increased his professional knowledge points. Obviously, there is still progress, but this progress is not enough to soar.

Early the next morning, after the greetings were over, Ji Mo applied to go out. As a man, he still has preferential treatment in this regard. As long as it is a serious reason, he will not be detained at home. My son, Ji Mo sleeved the scroll and went to the Taoist temple.

In the Taoist temple, Mr. Xuanyang was still missing, and Wang Zichu looked weary, as if he was still in some kind of sadness and could not get out. Seeing Ji Mo coming in, he regained his spirit a little and looked at the paintings he brought.

In terms of pure scenery, Ji Mo's painting skills are already good, but there are still many areas for improvement in the emotional and artistic conception contained in it, but this is no longer something that can be taught by hand, and he needs to draw and practice more in the future , A lot of comprehension.

"It's good enough, I have nothing more to teach."

Because I learned from Wang Zichu, Ji Mo's paintings, I can see the traces of Wang Zichu in the treatment of many scenes, so that Wang Zichu can see it, as if he saw another painting by himself, the eyes in his eyes The landscape is so clear and clear, smooth and natural, without any sense of depression.

"Master will always praise me, so why not? I still have a lot to learn. I dare not say that I will definitely learn the artistic conception of Master's paintings. At least I should have the feelings I want to convey."

Ji Mo is half humble and half serious. The praise he got for his hard work is naturally good, but he can't be dazed by such praise. He also needs to know the direction of progress. The end point is far away.

[Main task: Painter. 】

[Current task: professional knowledge learning - (75/100)]

The data of the system is the most intuitive. This kind of progress can be said to be slow, but he is still young, so there is no need to be impatient. With so much experience in the world, that kind of emotional experience cannot be integrated into the painting, which is always a bit biased.

In fact, there are many more skills of painters. Wang Zichu studies landscapes carefully, but is not good at figures. If Ji Mo can study figures by himself, he can make achievements in this area as if he can make up for his shortcomings. Knowledge points, but, like what people like, they must like. Ji Mo also likes mountains and rivers. figure drawing.

"It's nice that you always know what you're going to do..."

Wang Zichu's eyes were full of envy, Ji Mo's appearance was the one he yearned for but was unable to.

"Isn't Master too?" Ji Mo's eyes were bright, and he looked at Wang Zichu with an envious expression. How can he not be enviable if he can concentrate on one thing and not be disturbed by other things?

Possessing a skill that can be referred to as a master by the system, how can this kind of highest skill in the world not be enviable?

Maybe the world can't remember their names, and they don't know that they were so outstanding, but the system knows, he knows, he should be envious.

These masters are already high mountains, waiting for him to climb, waiting for him to surpass. Ji Mo is confident that he can step on the road paved by them to climb to the top. Seeing the scenery at the top, he has no confidence that he will definitely surpass. Today People may not be inferior to the ancients, and the ancients may not be inferior to today's people. There are many things that he cannot comment on.

Do the best he can and wait to see the final result. Even if it is not objective enough and full of luck, it is still the direction he can work hard.

"If I can draw as good a picture as Master, I will have no regrets in this life."

Ji Mo sighed with emotion, his words were sincere, Wang Zichu's paintings must be [-]% in the systematic evaluation.

"If you draw a good picture, you will have no regrets in this life?" Wang Zichu was slightly stunned, and suddenly relaxed his tense body, showing a relaxed smile again, "Yes, I have no regrets in this life."

With such words and expressions, there is clearly still a touch of loneliness, which cannot be dissipated.In life, where can we truly have no regrets?