His gentle and gentle attitude added a bit of a paranormal style. He picked up one of the brushes on the pen holder and slowly washed away the vermilion pigment that was stained with water. His face showed a wretched smile that was always unfathomable.

All kinds of behaviors make people completely ignore his mediocre appearance. Lin Zhenxian even thinks he is handsome, just like Su Dongpo who came out of history books.

This idea is so mysterious!

Song Baojun first used a pen to dip the primrose color to paint the too bright vermilion red in the original painting. Primrose color is the name of Chinese painting, but it is actually light yellow.

Chu Runtian frowned and said, "Hey! You are at least more professional!" Then he was stunned immediately, and the vermilion red that was blocked by the primrose color mixed together and turned into a sandalwood color.

Song Baojun painted the part of the painting representing the sky, which was rendered by a layer of sandalwood, and immediately showed a fantastic and gorgeous color. It was like dusk but not dusk, like the night scene with bright lights but not the night scene.

Chu Runtian was almost stunned and shouted in disbelief: "Can Primrose color be used like this?! It's unreasonable!"

Song Baojun changed into a very thin brush and continued to draw lines on the outline of the original Xihua Zen House wall, which was slightly thicker than the original lines.

Chu Runtian had already put away his underestimation and asked, "What are you doing?"

"With your IQ, is it difficult to understand what I am doing?" Song Baojun didn't raise his head and finished drawing the periphery of the building in a short while, but left the inside to ignore it, forming lines that combine thickness and thin.

"This..." Chu Runtian unknowingly imitated the other person's appearance and sang as he pinched his chin.

Yang Xuan felt that the change was good, but fortunately he couldn't say anything. For a moment, several men thought about it at the same time.

Song Baojun used light ink to add a few shadows, plus the lines of contrasting thickness, it has to be said that the sense of space immediately enhanced.

Previously, when everyone was watching paintings, they were outsiders, so they meant to be in it.

Song Baojun continued to apply it, replacing the tender yellowness of the osmanthus leaves with the green grass, and the color of the pond water also deepened.

Gradually, the yard became a cool tone mainly blue and blue, which contrasted with the warm tones of red and yellow outside the wall. At first glance, it seemed a bit weird, but after careful consideration, it felt very harmonious.

The gentle and romantic warm colors outside the wall are different from the cool and dark cold colors inside the wall, and they immediately have a cold-eyed and watching temperament, which corresponds to the meaning of Du Fu's poems, are lonely and calm, lonely and desolate.

It's really indescribable.

After a long time, Song Baojun finally finished making a correction, threw away his pen, and sighed: "Even if Shen Zhou resurrected, that's all."

The coquettish expression almost soared into the sky, but no one felt that there was anything wrong with it. It seemed that his awesomeness was taken for granted and he could not question it at all.

Yang Xuan suddenly realized his heart and slapped his thighs and shouted, "Yes! This is what I want! The brushwork is rigorous and delicate, the walls are rich and lively, the courtyard is cold and old, the characters are vivid and concrete, the atmosphere seems to be harmonious, but it exudes a bitterness. Uh... it shouldn't be bitter... what should I say?"

He held his forehead and thought hard, and Lin Zhenxian continued, "It's cold."

"Yes, it's cold, it's so wonderful!" Yang Xuan was very happy for a moment.

"Brother Chu, can I still see you when I change it?" Song Baojun asked.

Chu Runtian held the corner of the table and looked ugly, and said with difficulty: "Yes, it's pretty good, it's OK." A fact that he was very reluctant to admit was that the other party's theory in the Painting Department was far deeper and richer than himself, and the difference in the realm was so big, just like the difference between a high school student and a university professor.

Regardless of his techniques, the various tips of the brush, middle, side, reverse, drag, and scattered, the various effects of the ink method, black, white, thick, light, dry, and wet changes richly and colorfully, these are all the basic skills of Chinese painting.

The most amazing thing is his understanding of color, which not only interprets the emotions of joy and loneliness, but also cleverly changes the composition of the original painting, making the intention clear, the subject clear distinction and enhances unity.

The characters, scenery, buildings and other individuals in the painting are connected to each other, and are indispensable to form an indivisible whole.

This whole also contains the most emphasized contradictions and contrasts in Chinese paintings, such as black and white, sparse and dense, movement and stillness, emptiness and reality, cold and warmth, which fit each other perfectly.

Chu Runtian knew that it would be difficult for him to reach the height of Song Baojun after another ten years of training.

"Oh! It's ruined! It completely ruined Senior Brother Chu's efforts! Song Baojun, what good things did you do? This is a waste of resources!" Qin Shumin shouted without hesitation, loudly in the courtyard, awakening all the other people who were immersed in the content of the painting.

Chu Runtian wanted to cover up, but when the woman shouted loudly, she suddenly became angry and said in a deep voice: "Qin Shumin! Shuo me!"

"What, what?" Qin Shumin didn't expect to make Senior Brother Chu unhappy and was quite at a loss.

Chu Runtian took a deep breath, and finally didn't have an attack on the spot, saying, "Brother Song has made a good correction, you don't have to say more."

"This, this, this..."

Chu Runtian said: "Apologize to Brother Song!"

Qin Shumin was stunned.

Seeing that she was still, Chu Runtian raised her voice slightly and urged: "Why don't you apologize?"

Qin Shumin thought to herself that I was for your own good, why did you turn to others? She felt aggrieved for a moment, tears rose from the corners of her eyes, and she bit her lips and whispered: "I'm sorry, Song Baojun."

Song Baojun shook his hands very impulsively and said impatiently: "Chu Runtian, ordinary women can't see what I have changed. What are you scruples about with her?"

Someone thought: "It's right to change the word 'usual' in your words to 'vulgar'."

Chu Runtian was shocked and couldn't continue to make any unsuitable remarks, so he coughed vigorously and lowered his head to admire the painting.

Qin Shumin finally put away his thoughts and saw that the tall, rich and handsome boys were surrounded by Song Baojun as the center. A shocking thought suddenly popped up in his heart: "Can he be the hidden rich second generation? God! I offended him so ruthlessly, what should I do in the future?"

Yang Xuan looked at Song Baojun tightly and said, "What a great master of calligraphy and painting! Mr. Song has such great ability. I have been studying at Chazhou University for more than three years, but I have never heard of your name. I am so respectful."

He changed the original slightly casual name "Brother Song" to "Mr.", which shows his respect in his heart.

"I dare not, don't dare." Song Baojun bowed and humble to the two of them when they entered the door before.

Yang Xuan laughed and said, "Mr. Song, my friend, I, Mr. Yang, have made a deal! Take out the Fenjiu that I have treasured for many years. I want to have a few drinks with Mr. Song."

After receiving the order, a servant returned to the house and carefully brought out an exquisite round-necked porcelain bottle.

The name Fenjiu is dull in Yang Xuan's mouth, but in fact it is Xinghua Village, which has been stored for 30 years. It has a rare amount of existence and is difficult to buy even if you have money.

Yang Xuan poured two cups, held one of them to Song Baojun in both hands, and said, "Mr. Song, I respect you."

Song Baojun refused, and drank it dry in one sip, soaked in the throat, and the fragrance was pleasant.

Yang Xuan also drank a drink, and both sides looked at each other and smiled, which meant that Song Baojun officially joined Hanshan Club.

Although Yang Xuan was wearing a modified Hanfu and pretended to be tight, he was actually the vice president and patron of Hanshan Society. The family was rich and generous, spent money like flowing water, and was also casual in his daily life. He made friends with talented people everywhere, and was known as Sai Mengchang, and anyone gave him three points of face.

After he made this statement, the other people's attitude towards Song Baojun also began to change.

Even Ai Langzhou was thinking: Can I compete with such a great man to Ye Jingchun?

Lin Zhenxian said sincerely: "Student Song Baojun, can I buy your painting?"

"The author of this painting is Brother Chu. I have only filled in a few strokes. If you really want to buy it, you have to ask Brother Chu what he meant." Song Baojun laughed and kicked the ball away.

Chu Runtian was a little dissatisfied because this sentence eased a lot of resentment and hurriedly said, "Student Lin, I'm giving this painting to you."

"The "Sihua Zen House" is your hard work, and I can't take it for nothing, but I really like it." Lin Zhenxian thought for a while and said, "Is it OK for 100,000?"

Chu Runtian was shocked and wanted to say too much, it was not worth it.

Song Baojun shook his head, thinking it was too little.

Lin Zhenxian continued: "USD."

At this time, even Yang Xuan and Bei Shijie, who did not use money as money, had to doubt their lives. A painting of 100,000 US dollars is rare even famous artists at home and abroad.

Lin Zhenxian smiled and explained: "Last time I attended a calligraphy class, Mao Zhufeng Zhu Lao said that Song Baojun's calligraphy works can be worth 8 million, and I think this painting should be not bad either."

Mahogany Peak!

That's a master!

When everyone heard this, there was another chill of air.

To apply a setting in online games, if Lin Zhenxian had been friendly to Song Baojun's reputation before, she would now rise to respect.

No other reason, a person who is proficient in one art is a talented man, and is enough to be loved in many places. Those who are proficient in two arts can be called geniuses. Song Baojun has both great calligraphy and painting, and his talent is clearly here, so it is not surprising that Lin Zhenxian's favorability for him has increased.

When Yang Xuan picked up Xinghua Village again, Song Baojun gave Chu Runtian a wink.

I could no longer understand the meaning. Chu Runtian secretly said that he was willing to accept the loss, and said hesitantly, "Brother Yang, let me pour a bar for everyone."

"Haha, Brother Chu is so polite."

When Chu Runtian poured Song Baojun's cup, the latter patted his shoulder like an elder and smiled and said, "Xiao Chu, if you work harder in the future, there will still be a lot of room for improvement."

Chu Runtian could only smile bitterly.

Then everyone drank and had fun, talked about poetry, songs, and some performed a show that was unavailable, which also received applause and everyone was happy.

Ai Langzhou originally planned to invite Ye Jingchun to attend the Hanshan Club gathering, hoping that the girls could see the high-level Chinese studies of college students, but unexpectedly, Song Baojun appeared in the air. Faced with everyone's ridicule and sarcasm, he quietly showed his talent in both calligraphy and painting.

Even the most arrogant Chu Runtian was willing to give up the disadvantage. Yang Xuan even respected the other party as his husband. The situation took a sharp turn, making Ai Langzhou dare not say anything from beginning to end.

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~(To be continued...)
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