Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 501: Rich and leisurely residence map
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When Sun Mo followed Lu Zhiruo to the cabin, he had already listened to her all the way and saw the little maid.
"Teacher Sun!"
The little maid welcomes her, her eyes are red and swollen from crying, like a pair of big walnuts.
"Teacher, that picture is here!"
Lu Zhiruo pulled Sun Mo to the table.
Sun Mo really wanted to say that if it is an ordinary painting, I can still copy it, but the famous painting, this is really not painted as I want to paint, just looking at Lu Zhiruo’s admiring eyes , Sun Mo really couldn't say the words'cannot be done'.
"This is a landscape painting, signed by Wu Yezi!"
Li Ziqi introduced: "Wu Yezi is a Linchuan native. He has learned painting since he was a child. It is said that at the age of nineteen, he was awake in the snow, swept a few inks for seven days, drew a picture of Fengjiang Winter Snow, and became famous with one painting!" /
"Still a celebrity?"
Sun Mo frowned slightly, so this is a fart. This kind of celebrity painting must be known to many people. If you copy it, any small mistake will be discovered.
"Wu Yezi's famous painting is very valuable, so I guess this one was just painted. There are not many people who know about it. That's why the Jinling prefect took advantage of the deer's tail banquet to show off."
Li Ziqi introduced.
"Is there any other way to save her?"
Sun Mo admires famous paintings.
This is a picture of wealth and leisure living, belonging to the category of landscape painting.
In the distance is the distant mountains, with a thousand-foot waterfall pouring down, and then flowing through a wheat field. In this quiet peach blossom field, there is a shabby room.
The moss marks are green up, and the grass turns green!
No one is seen on the painting, but a pair of shoes can be seen, placed in front of the door.
"It's a bit of an outfit!"
Sun Mo curled his lips. He is also a famous painter now, so after a few glances, he understood the meaning of this painting.
This is a high official who is on leisure or for officialdom. He built a thatched cottage in a secluded paradise and lived the life of a gardener.
Why do you call it a high official?
Because the style of that pair of shoes is affordable to the noble.
To understand it in modern words, it means that a rich man with a wealth of billions, or a certain big man, went to places like Zhongnanshan, built a thatched house, lived alone, and pursued elegance and sentiment.
"It hurts to be free!"
Sun Mo curled his lips.
"Teacher, can you draw it out?"
Papaya Niang asked.
The little maid sobbed and looked at Sun Mo with her last hope.
"I can copy, but I definitely won't draw the effect of famous paintings."
Sun Mo knows his own level. He currently masters two branches of Chinese painting. One is figure painting, which is a master level, and the other is landscape painting, which is only an entry level.
Of course, Sun Mo also has a time badge, which can improve his proficiency, but he has no hope.
"Teacher, don't humble yourself, her life is in your hands!"
Lu Zhiruo waved a small fist, more confident than Sun Mo himself.
"Teacher, I am ready with pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Li Ziqi doesn't think Sun Mo can succeed, but she has done all the preparations she should do.
"The system uses three time badges to improve landscape painting skills!"
Sun Mo commanded, to be honest, he was a little distressed, but after seeing the sad and helpless expression of the little maid, he accepted even if he wanted to use ten time badges.
Ding!
"Congratulations, your Chinese painting skills, landscape painting branch, and your proficiency has been upgraded to a master level!"
Congratulations from the system.
Sun Mo picked up the pen, brewed his feelings for a while, and then began to write. The master-level painting skills allowed Sun Mo to easily describe what he thought and what he saw in his pen if he could help him.
"The teacher is amazing!"
Lu Zhiruo was excited, seeing the richness and leisurely residence take shape.
Even the little maid couldn't breathe nervously, staring at the rice paper.
"The teacher's drawing skills are indeed amazing!"
Seeing that Sun Mo's copy was not bad, Li Ziqi also had expectations of him, but as the picture scroll was half completed, her heart gradually sank.
Sure enough, when it was two-thirds, Sun Mo threw away the wolf's hair irritably, stretched out his hand to grab the rice paper and kneaded it into a ball.
"Huh?"
Lu Zhiruo puzzled: "Why did you rub it? I think the painting is very good!"
"It did not reach the realm of wonderful pens and flowers"
Li Ziqi explained.
If you can’t enter this state, the scroll will not be colored, so even if the painting is exactly the same, it’s useless. In this era, the paint is only ink, so if you want to have all the colors, you can only have ‘wonderful brushes and flowers’.
Next, Sun Mo drew two more, but they were all halfway through.
Li Ziqi glanced at the sky, and his complexion became solemn. Although the teacher painted quickly, it was not early. The banquet was about to start, and there was not much time left for him.
"Teacher, what are you dissatisfied with these paintings?"
The papaya lady asked.
"The painting is very good, and the mood is okay, but if it's perfect, it's a lot worse."
It's not that Sun Mo looked down on Wu Yezi, it was just that the radio wave met.
It's like the reunion of the United Nations, but there are some people who don't like to watch it. You can't always say that these people have a bad appreciation level, right?
"Then draw according to the teacher's perfect feeling!"
Lu Zhiruo took it for granted.
"What are you talking nonsense?"
Ying Baiwu is speechless: "The teacher wants to copy this painting, how can he paint according to his own ideas?"
The iron girl actually complained a little bit about the papaya mother, and she tried to find this kind of impossible trouble for the teacher.
"Why not?"
The papaya girl blinked.
Ying Baiwu turned her head, angrily not wanting to talk to Lu Zhiruo, this fool. Even if she didn’t understand painting skills, she knew that copying copybooks or famous paintings should follow the original author’s ideas, otherwise it would not be called copying. .
"Zhiruo, the so-called copy..."
Li Ziqi began to teach Lu Zhiruo this common sense.
But Sun Mo's eyes lit up because of Papaya Niang's words, yes, why do I have to stick to the mood of Wu Yezi?
Isn't his painting actually expressing the noble sentiment of a tycoon.
After thinking of this, Sun Mo began to splash ink.
Don't want Wu Yezi's artistic conception, just follow his own ideas, but the overall layout of the picture remains unchanged. That is to say, Sun Mo still uses the same painting, but the core of expression has been replaced by his own.
With such a workaround, Sun Mo grasped the mood instantly.
The mountain is not high, it is called a fairy!
After work, Sun Mo sometimes didn't want to go to dinner parties, but he couldn't help himself. He was alive and could no longer do whatever he wanted.
The water is not high, and there is a dragon to bring spirits.
Actually, Sun Mo's pursuit is very simple. You can earn a salary enough to support your family by doing the job you like.
Why do you force yourself to follow the trend? To live a life like a dog?
Om!
The end of Sun Mo's wolf hair pen lit up with a layer of fluorescence, and wherever he went on the rice paper, the ink stains left behind began to gleam.
Some light spots floated over and gathered on the picture scroll, making this ‘rich and noble and leisurely living picture’ suddenly colorful.
The little maid, who had been desperate, saw this scene and bit her right hand. It hurts, but she still tried harder.
Because she thinks this is a dream, and she hasn't woken up yet, because she doesn't bite enough!
"It is done! It is done!"
Lu Zhiruo grabbed Li Ziqi's arm and shook it vigorously, with sweat on her excited little face: "I know that the teacher is omnipotent!"
Ding!
The favorability degree from Lu Zhiruo +500, respect (24150/100000).
"Is this something humans can do?"
Li Ziqi was dumbfounded.
Compared with the innocent girl like Papaya Niang, Li Ziqi knows how difficult it is for Sun Mo to do this.
Draw a famous painting by itself. Xiaohebao believes that the teacher can do it, but this is a copy.
It's like you took Wang Xizhi's copybook and the "Lanting Collection Preface" that you wrote was more beautiful than the original author. Is this possible?
"..."
Ying Baiwu doesn't know what expression to make.
Sun Mo holds the pen with his right hand and his sleeve with his left hand to avoid touching the scroll.
Si is a shabby room, but Wu Dexin!
After every overtime work, Sun Mo wanted to stay quietly in his den, sipping the ice, playing games happily, without the preaching of his parents, and the fate of his girlfriend.
Uh!
What do you think?
Wake up, where's your girlfriend from a single dog?
Sun Mo entered the state of selflessness, venting all the sad thoughts in his heart.
Why have to abide by the established rules?
Why can't you live freely and unfettered?
I really want a small nest, even if it is only a few square meters, in which I am the sky, I am the earth, I dominate my life!
Huh!
For the last stroke, Sun Mo drew a young grass that never caught the wind, then closed his pen, then stepped back a few steps, quietly admiring it.
The coloring is still going on. Because it is a famous painting, it is Sun Mo's wonderful brush and flowers, so some places are still a little different from the original.
"Wow, done!"
Lu Zhiruo happily jumped on Sun Mo's back: "The teacher is great!"
"This will be seen!"
Sun Mo shook his head.
"Teacher, you are too worried. The prefect of Jinling would definitely not think that someone could copy a famous painting, so he would only think that he had remembered the different details incorrectly."
Li Ziqi laughed at herself. Anyway, she changed to herself. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would definitely not believe it: "Yes, the inscription, teacher, it is Wu Yezi!"
Sun Mo made up the signature.
"It's finished? Really painted?"
Because the little maid was too pleased, her face had lost expression.
"Yes, it's done, you don't have to die!"
Lu Zhiruo comforted.
Li Ziqi began to tear down the original painting~IndoMTL.com~Use scrolls to mount the new one. Although it may be seen, you have to work hard.
"I tried my best!"
Sun Mo looked at the little maid, with a smile on his lips, comforting her: "Although it may not be as precious and famous as the master Wu Yezi, it is at least a famous painting, which is definitely not available on the market."
"Teacher, I think your picture is better than the one just now!"
Lu Zhiruo said this is not love Wuwu and Wu, but she really feels so.
"Yes, in terms of artistic conception, the teacher's picture can resonate with me even more!"
Li Ziqi's comment.
"Yes, yes, I feel it too!"
The little maid nodded her head in a hurry. Wu Yezi’s famous painting is not a magnate in the court, nor a high-ranking official. She has no such mood, but Sun Mo’s painting is different.