Sui Jiu Dan blue half-pin

Jie Ao let out a muffled snort, eyes still closed, propped up his upper body, broke Su Shiqing's chin in dissatisfaction, leaned over domineeringly and began to kiss, groping through the fabric with his hands.

"Hey! I'm not Linglong, let me go!"

Su Shiqing struggled to push away Jie Ao's mouth and hands, but her face and mouth were still covered with saliva.

Jie Ao dimly opened his drunken eyes, saw a face like a peach blossom, and immediately asked: "Which beauty are you, why haven't I seen it before?"

"let me go!"

Su Shiqing struggled, but Jie Ao half-supported his head and stared at him playfully, not intending to let go.

"hateful!"

Seeing that he couldn't get away from the struggle, Su Shiqing punched him on the left eye in a rage.

Snapped!

"what!"

Jie Ao was caught off guard, covered his eyes and screamed, most of the wine immediately woke up.Just as he was about to have a seizure when he sat up, he saw Su Shiqing who was dressed in a man's attire. He first looked puzzled, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

His screams spread to the next door, making other painters mistakenly think that Su Shiqing was beaten by him, and they might be disabled if they don't die.

Su Shiqing wiped the drool on her face and mouth in distaste, and then rubbed her sore right hand. It was probably hit on the eye socket just now, and the joints were burning hot.

"How dare you hit me?"

At this time, Su Shiqing suddenly noticed a cold gaze from above his head, and then a terrifying breath came towards him.

Jie Ao stood up indifferently, and said word by word: "I'm impatient to live, aren't I?"

Su Shiqing was frightened by Jie Ao's aura, and was instantly cowardly, so he hesitated and said: "Yes, it was you who beat me hard first, and then I fought back."

Jie Ao kicked the chair beside him away, and shouted as if giving an order: "Come here."

Where did Su Shiqing dare to go, instead she hid further: "You, what do you want to do?"

Jie Ao sneered and walked towards him, but Su Shiqing circled around the table with him, even grabbed the cups and teapots on the table, and threw them all at him.

Jie Ao easily dodged, and after a few back and forth, he was so angry that he couldn't help roaring.

"Stinky boy, are you courting death?"

Su Shiqing shouted nervously: "Don't come here! Otherwise, I'll call someone!"

Jie Ao sneered, suddenly jumped over the table and jumped in front of him, then grabbed his collar without any explanation, and lifted it in front of him like a chicken.

Su Shiqing stared at him dumbfounded, her eyes were like a frightened deer, before she understood what was going on, she was already in Jie Ao's hands.

Jie Ao looked at him through his messy and thick bangs: "Stinky boy, do you know who I am? How dare you disobey me again and again?"

Su Shiqing shrank her neck in fright, her head was a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol on his body, she couldn't help turning her head and waving her hands: "I didn't mean it! You, let me go!"

"It's bad luck for you to mess with me tonight."

Jie Ao raised his fist, making a gesture to punch him in the face.

"Help! Murder!"

Su Shiqing exclaimed.

at this time.

Their movement attracted the teacher and the courtyard guard who were watching the night. The teacher pushed open the door of the dormitory, saw Jie Ao raised his fist, and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

Several courtyard guards rushed in and grabbed Jie Ao's hands, separating him from Su Shiqing.

Su Shiqing had lingering fears, and hurriedly hid behind the teacher and sued.

"Teacher! He's going to hit me!"

Jie Ao broke away from the courtyard guard angrily, and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

The courtyard guards were thrown far away by him, got up and looked at each other, not daring to step forward to stop them.

"Jie Ao! Why did you hit your classmate again? Is it because you haven't caused enough trouble?"

The teacher was so angry that he was trembling all over, and the corners of his mouth were crooked.

Jie Ao folded his arms around his chest, and said indifferently: "Since you know that I am such a virtuous person, why do you arrange for someone else to live with me?"

The teacher's eyes widened: "You...!"

"Oh, I see." Jie Ao seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly realized: "You want to use my hand to drive this kid away? It's really dirty."

"You...! Don't talk nonsense there!" The teacher blushed and said loudly: "Master Shi Ti has ordered you, if you are still so disrespectful, I will tie you up and throw you in the dark room to meditate I'm sorry, I'll let you out when you think it through!"

After finishing speaking, the teacher winked at the courtyard guard: "Hurry up and tie him up for me!"

The courtyard guards heard Master Shi Ti's order, so they boldly rushed over to hold Jie Ao, but he pushed him away forcefully, and said arrogantly: "I will go by myself."

After finishing speaking, Jie Ao took the lead in walking towards the darkroom.When passing by Su Shiqing's side, he gave him a cold look, and then the corners of his mouth curled up indifferently.

"Wait for me to come out and settle accounts with you."

Su Shiqing gritted her teeth and stared back. How could there be such a prodigal son in the painting academy?He doesn't look like the young master who came out of the scholarly family at all, but looks like a gangster, full of hostility. Is he really the son of the royal painter?The gap with Shao Erxue is too big, right?

After Jie Ao left, Su Shiqing hurriedly discussed with the patrol teacher.

"Teacher, the student was almost beaten to death by him just now. How can he live in such a dangerous situation! Look, can you change the dormitory for the student?"

The teacher turned to look at him, showing a embarrassed expression: "After a while, it will be the courtyard examination, and then Xizhai will move out to live in for new painters, and then I will arrange another dormitory for you, you see OK?"

"Then why don't I still live with him?"

The teacher nodded.

"But……"

The teacher interrupted him: "I can only wrong you to live for a while, but don't worry, if Jie Ao has any outrageous behavior, you can tell me, I will definitely punish him severely, and I will never tolerate it."

Su Shiqing felt dizzy, but had no choice but to agree: "The student knows..."

After the teacher left, Su Shiqing returned to the room sadly, lying on the bed tossing and turning, full of thoughts, and did not fall asleep until it was almost dawn.

The rooster crowed to break the dawn, and the bell rang.

The painters get up and wash up.

In the early morning, the wet water vapor rolls up in the sunlight, and the crabapple flowers in front of the painting hall are covered with crystal dew, and the pink color is intoxicating.

Su Shiqing lay down on the table and yawned. Zhou Wu, Sun Peilin and others surrounded him and asked about what happened last night.

"Hey, I heard you beat Jieao last night? Is it true?"

Su Shiqing: "This..."

"That's right, I also heard that Jie Ao is still locked in a dark room. You are so powerful, you have vented your anger on everyone's behalf!"

"That's right! Do you know martial arts?"

Su Shiqing: "It's not what you think."

"Teach us a few tricks too!"

"..."

Everyone talked about each other, and praised Su Shiqing as a peerless master.What happened between him and Jie Ao last night was spread into different versions by this group of painters, no matter how he explained it, he couldn't explain it clearly.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Yin Tangfeng is here!"

Sun Peilin hurriedly said: "Today is Teacher Yin's class! Everyone hurry up and sit down!"

Everyone immediately returned to their seats and sat upright like birds returning to their nests.

Su Shiqing only knew that Yin Tangfeng was a very famous landscape painter, but he didn't know why they were so afraid of him, so he asked the people beside him in a low voice.

Only then did I know that Yin Tangfeng is not only a famous landscape painter, but also a famous strict teacher. If he is not hard enough and not good enough, he may even be kicked out of the painting academy by him. Therefore, together with Shao Erxue, he is called the "double" of strict teachers. Sha".

Su Shiqing looked at the door, and saw a standing man with thick hair and thick beard, wearing a purple teaching uniform, walking in with vigorous steps, followed by several courtyard guards holding brocade boxes carefully.

Su Shiqing guessed that this person must be Yin Tangfeng.

Yin Tangfeng asked the courtyard guards to hang the famous landscape paintings from the Tibetan Painting Pavilion on the painting screen before starting the class.

"These paintings must be familiar to everyone. They are the main masterpieces of landscape painting, namely: green landscape, light crimson landscape...and gold and green landscape. The painting contains dozens of components of landscape painting, namely mountains, water, stones, etc. , tree, house, house, tower, boat, bridge, wind, rain, cloudy, sunny, snow, sun, cloud, fog, spring, summer, autumn, winter, etc..."

The painters quickly took notes.

After explaining one by one, Yin Tangfeng patted his palms with a ruler, then walked up to the crowd and asked, "What do you think is the soul of landscape painting?"

The painters began to whisper.

"Soul? Isn't the soul of landscape painting just mountains and water?"

"Is it a sight?"

"No, it's a technique!"

……

Yin Tangfeng shouted: "Quiet!"

Everyone immediately sat upright, not daring to say another word.

Yin Tangfeng pointed to one of the painters: "Zijun, tell me about it."

The painter bowed his head and stood up, his body seemed to be shaking: "Teacher Hui, according to the students' humble opinion, the soul of landscape painting should be the subject matter and technique itself."

"It's too superficial! Sit down!" Yin Tangfeng continued to point to the next one, "Hongtai, tell me."

"Back to the teacher, the students think it's... a composition."

Yin Tangfeng sighed: "Elm head... sit down! Wu Zhi!"

"Teacher Hui, the soul of landscape painting is the painter himself."

Yin Tangfeng frowned: "Continue."

"The painter paints what he sees, hears and feels on paper, and what the painting reflects is the soul of the painter."

But Yin Tangfeng was not satisfied with this answer, he shook his head and pointed at Su Shiqing with a ruler.

"That, you answer."

Su Shiqing saw herself in the direction of the ruler, so she had no choice but to stand up and think for a while before she could say: "The student doesn't know."

Yin Tangfeng sullenly said: "I don't know? Then what qualifications do you have to sit in this position?"

"...Students paint based on their feelings. They have never thought about the soul of landscape painting, so students really don't know, so please ask the teacher to explain it clearly."

"what?"

Yin Tangfeng saw that he was unfamiliar, so he walked over to look at the name embroidered on the patched clothes, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Gu Meisheng? Are you Gu Meisheng? Shao Erxue brought such an 'unknown' guy back?"

Su Shiqing dared not speak.

"Okay, very good!" Yin Tangfeng glanced at the crowd, "The Academy of Painting really has a bunch of idiots!"

……

At this time, Sun Peilin stood up respectfully, and said slowly: "Teacher, can the students answer this question?"

Yin Tangfeng raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

"Students believe that the soul of landscape painting lies in creation."

Yin Tangfeng pondered for a moment, looked at him and asked, "Why?"

"Students have read some articles by the theorist Liu Xie in their spare time, so they have some ideas. Students think that art is actually a process of continuous creation. Painters need to achieve "combination of spirit and environment", "meeting with the environment", and "integration of scenes". Only then can we create good works. Every time students see those immortal masterpieces, they will be filled with emotion. It is the spirit and form accumulated by these masters through continuous creation that are influencing us younger generations. Therefore, students believe that the soul of paintings lies in Creation does not depend on any technique or subject matter, and should not be complacent, and the same subject matter can also create different paintings and artistic conceptions."

After the other painters listened to the remarks, they all showed surprise, admiration and envy.

Yin Tangfeng nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Well, having your own ideas is at least a hundred times better than other idiots who sit here and don't know what they are drawing all day long. Don't you feel ashamed?"

All the apprentices lowered their heads in shame, not even daring to breathe.