Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 72 "Fish Playing"

Bed.

Su Cheng was lying like a mummy, and the madness just now was gone.

"System, you really are a dog."

The tone is flat, neither sad nor happy, like an old monk who sees through the world.

"Use 100 million sets of me first, let me think that the time is turning, and then take out 100 million, and the result is a broken straw hat."

Speaking of excitement, Su Cheng angrily took out a straw hat from the side and shook it vigorously, "Is there a use for this thing?!"

Do you want me to become the Pirate King? !

In the silent night, a young man issued a sad and indignant complaint.

But, it's useless.

the next day.

Su Cheng still got up from bed early in the morning. After a night's rest, he had already adjusted his mentality.

The key is that if you don’t adjust, there’s nothing you can do, just have fun while you’re suffering.

Hey hey, as long as you have a specialization in Chinese painting, it's no different from whoring for nothing.

After breakfast, he turned on the live broadcast, the drone circled into the sky, and netizens poured into the live broadcast room one after another.

"Good morning everyone."

Su Cheng greeted with a smile on her face, and the netizens responded enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Brother Su. By the way, did Brother Su encounter any good things today? He was so happy early in the morning."

"Hey, tell us and make us happy too. Is Master Gu in bad luck again?"

The audience is on par with Gu Yun, and now they think of him when there is any trouble.

Su Cheng glanced at the barrage, but didn't say much, just about to change the subject, when the phone rang.

Tang Haidong called.

He and Fatty Wang had already arrived at the airport and were about to board the plane. They would be able to arrive at Qingfeng Temple in the afternoon, saying that they came to discuss something with him.

Su Cheng was a little confused about this, "What are you discussing with me? Are you short of clothes again? Just say no to the lack of clothes."

Old Tang was mysterious and didn't say anything specific, "I'll tell you when I get to Qingfeng Temple. It's not that I'm short of clothes. So what, hang up first, and I have to check the ticket."

After all, hang up the phone directly.

Su Cheng took away the phone, looked at the screen blankly, and muttered for a while, "What's the secret?"

Shaking his head, he looked back at the studio.

Netizens didn't pay attention to whom he called, the topic has already been brought to Master Gu, and now they are all talking about Master Gu.

Su Cheng didn't interrupt, but just controlled the drone and walked into the studio, and began to clean up the messy brushes and inkstones on the table.

Some rice paper was randomly rolled up and thrown aside.

Gradually, the attention of netizens in the live broadcast room was attracted.

"Brother Su, why did you suddenly pack up the studio?"

"You don't want to paint, do you?"

Although the studio was open all the time, Su Cheng didn't enter at all except occasionally to show the audience some scrolls.

What's going on today?

More and more netizens began to post barrage.

While tidying up the waste manuscripts, Su Cheng chuckled and said, "Today I suddenly want to paint, so I should clean up the studio to make it look better."

It's hard to get a specialization in Chinese painting, so let's try it first.

Immediately, the audience in the live broadcast room was boiling.

"Damn it, I really want to paint. What good thing happened to Brother Su? He is willing to touch the paintbrush."

"Brother Su, do you want to paint Chinese paintings?"

"Although I have been reading Su Ge's design drafts before, I have never seen Su Ge's paintings. I can feast my eyes today."

The barrage refreshed quickly, and Su Cheng was dazzled, but let him see some.

At this moment, he was touching his nose in a concealed manner, feeling a little guilty, feeling that he was about to be seen through by these sand sculpture netizens.

Soon he cleaned up the studio, leaving only the writing brush set and inkstone that were drawn in yesterday's lottery on the table.

"Grind the ink first." Su Cheng pulled out a small box from the corner of the studio. This is the ink stick he bought before, and there are still a lot left.

Taking advantage of the gap between grinding ink, he began to introduce to the audience: "In fact, there are also types of Chinese paintings."

"For example, according to the materials used and the methods of expression, there are ink painting, heavy color, light crimson, fine brushwork, freehand brushwork, line drawing, etc."

"Or divided according to the selected subject matter, there are figure paintings, landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, etc."

The micro-drone adjusted the angle, and the camera followed Su Cheng all the time. Netizens stared intently at him grinding ink, listening with gusto.

One end of the ink stick gradually melted into pitch black ink on the inkstone.

"Brother Su, what do you plan to paint? Figures? Landscapes? Flowers and birds?"

A netizen initiated a bullet screen to ask.

"Landscape, right? Painting landscapes in Wudang Mountain, um, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Flowers and birds are also fine, although there are no flowers this season."

The audience enthusiastically sent barrage to express their views.

Seeing that the ink in the inkstone was almost enough, Su Cheng stopped grinding the ink and packed up the remaining ink sticks, "Let's draw a picture of "Fish Playing" today."

"Didn't I catch a lot of fish in the creek last time? It's just right to draw them."

After all, Su Cheng didn't watch the live broadcast room anymore, but took a pen from the pen holder and dipped it in ink, and repeated it several times.

Soon, he made the first stroke.

The crouching front falls on the paper, moves the pen to the upper right, slowly raises the pen to become the center, and finally drags gracefully, the tail fin of the fish leaps onto the paper.

Su Cheng didn't stop, and wrote again.

Outline the head of the fish in the center, point out the eyes, and draw the pelvic and anal fins.

At this point, Su Cheng put down the brush brush, and switched to the orchid and bamboo brush to write with a horizontal edge, skimming out the gill fins of the fish to outline the fish's mouth and whiskers.

An ink fish appeared on the white rice paper, and the netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned, and the bullet screen quickly rolled over.

"Fuck?! That's it, just one stroke and the painting is done?"

"Eyes: Got it, Brain: Got it, Hands: You fucking fart!"

"I'll go, I'll kneel to Brother Su, this is an animal, Master Gu is not wronged, not wronged."

The audience was shocked. Some of them had never seen the painting method of ink painting, and they were dumbfounded for a moment.

Su Cheng stopped, picked up a pen and looked at the scrolling barrage, and sighed again in her heart.

This world with withered traditions.

"Friends who like Chinese painting can learn more about it, or that sentence, our own treasure, if we don't love it, who else can we expect to love it?"

West America?
It will only try its best to cover up our culture, and force a pile of their shitty culture, which is called freedom.

stick?

Don't be kidding, the number one thief in the universe is not for nothing.

Sighing secretly, Su Cheng put down the orchid bamboo pen and replaced it with an outline pen.

One stroke at a time, add scales to the ink cuttlefish.

At this point, an ink cuttlefish is completely completed.

Next, Su Cheng used the same technique to draw four or five small fish one by one, adding water plants and stones.

A picture of "Fish Playing" was presented in front of everyone.

The audience has been dumbfounded.

"I'll go, it's too similar! Although it's not a clear fish like an oil painting, I just think Su Ge's paintings are vivid."

"Yes, yes, yes, "Zi is not a fish, you know the joy of fish", after looking at this picture, the happiness of fish is clearly on the paper."

The bullet screen was refreshed quickly.

Su Cheng gently put down the liner pen, rubbed the ink on her hands, and if she couldn't get it off, forget it.

"This is the case with freehand painting of fish, focusing on meaning rather than form."

He picked up "Fish Playing" and was about to take a look when a shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Brother Su, can Brother Su open the door? We have a few questions to ask you."

Su Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and he recognized that the voices were those four sketching college students from yesterday.

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