He is from the end of the world

Chapter 62 Lamp Paintings

Lu Ciyu's heart did not fluctuate and even wanted to laugh very much.

If it is Bi Yinshizuo, I am afraid that he can only admit defeat.

To be honest, he really has no creative ability in poetry. If a person has the courage to admit his own shortcomings and weaknesses, if he wants to win, he may have to "learn" some poems that have been passed down to modern times, but he can't get through this in his own heart.

In the end, I didn't expect that the other party would come up with a competition to make a painting...

Isn't this a question of smashing the muzzle of the gun and giving it away.

This wave of people headed 666.

Young Master Lu remained expressionless.

The man on the other side thinks very well. The self-taught person does not have a teacher with him. He doesn't know what is the key point and where he doesn't need to memorize it. He is completely walking in the dark. Chess calligraphy and painting.

Several scholars exchanged glances, and they all felt that they had won.

The price of blank lanterns varies according to the workmanship, and the types of lamps in this store are really complete. It is not a big thing to say, except for the standard specifications that cannot be banned in the palace, there are all kinds of folk lanterns here.

The person on the opposite side chose an octagonal lantern, the other person chose a square lantern, and the man who spoke out took a hand-held flower basket lantern. Lu Ciyu took Lin Chi for a walk, and finally took a hexagonal palace lantern.

There is no special reason, it's just a homonym of Lu and Liu.

Palace lanterns are just a general term, and there are dozens of different types that can be subdivided further down, but it is just a unified name. All of these at the exhibition have been inspected one by one.

Here, he chose the lamp, and there was a child who immediately led them to a table that was moved temporarily, on which pens, ink, paper, inkstone, various colors of paint and water were already prepared.

Lu Ciyu glanced at the table, and couldn't help but praise the store's careful work and great success.

On a small table, there are seven types of brushes with different thicknesses; the paint box is very similar to the modern watercolor box, and there are dozens of colors at a glance; under the table, there are even special There is a wooden box full of small porcelain pen washes...

Can this big guy really make money for such a lantern show?

Lu Ciyu and Lin Chi fell into deep doubts at the same time.

Between each of the small tables is a large public table, on which are placed colored paper of various colors and tools for pasting lantern surfaces.

Like the blank lantern that Lu Ciyu brought over, the word "blank" simply refers to the content of the cover rather than the color.

After all, it was the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, but the lanterns were covered with white paper... From a distance, there was a large area of ​​white lanterns... Too bad for him, he didn't need to open the stall.

Therefore, all the blank lanterns on each side of the booth were simply fixed with a piece of light-colored red paper.

It is the paper sandwiched by the wooden board inside the lamp. It can be taken out with a little force. It can be blown away by strong winds when walking on the street. After painting, you can choose to stick things on your own or let the children in the booth handle it for you.

Lu Ciyu carefully observed the lamp in his hand. This thing looks very simple, and it is not difficult to draw some patterns on it by himself.

The skeleton of the lantern is made of bamboo and wood, and it has long been engraved with auspicious patterns and dyed with colors. It is said that it is a painting, but it actually brings the elements of design. It is necessary to match the existing patterns with suitable color patterns, etc...

But Mr. Lu is a creative waste.

Lu Ciyu frowned, with a rare embarrassment on his face.

The man next to him happened to see his expression, and the self-confidence that had been born inexplicably was instantly bursting.

Lin Yang clenched his fists, worried and regretful.

Hexagonal lantern, six planes.

Lu Ciyu thought about it for a while, and then started writing after confirming the pattern in her mind.

He also didn't know how the stall owner evaluated the results.

Although he has confidence in his painting skills, he is not sure of winning, but at least he has worked hard and will not regret it when he recalls it in the future. This is enough.

Lin Chi brought him a few pieces of white paper, Lu Ciyu dipped it in paint and adjusted the color, and first tried the ink on a piece of white paper. In order to prevent the color from being smudged when it is pasted, the paper for drawing the pattern is specially made, which is much harder than what they bought at the bookstore.

Although thick, the paper is translucent, and I don't know what material was used.

Lu Ciyu stroked for a long time, adjusted the color in his heart to get used to the feeling, and then smiled at Lin Chi, and then he wrote.

He still paints some flowers and landscapes as always.

The first sheet of thick paper is of cornflowers.

I chose a slightly darker blue, the bottom of the thick paper was densely drawn with a large area, and the white fluffy rabbit looked at the picture with its red eyes open among the flowers.

The flower language of cornflower is to meet.

The second piece of paper is also painted with a large piece of star grass, and in the distance is a hasty outline of the distant mountains. Others couldn't understand it, but Lin Chi recognized the mountain behind their Lu Mansion at a glance.

The words of Xingxingcao are to know each other and stay together.

The third piece of paper... Lu Ciyu hesitated for a long time to pick up the pen, and finally skipped it for a while.

On the fourth piece of paper, he only drew a few roses. They were all red, pink, white, and yellow. Compared with the previous two pieces of paper, there was a lot of blank space, but there was a tick in the corner of the paper A few fine lines, looking a bit like the curling smoke rising from the roof of someone else's house.

On the fifth sheet of paper, Lu Ciyu only drew one flower.

A pale-colored and pedunculated lotus flower in a shallow pond.

Lingering to old age, forever tied together.

Four sheets of paper were placed in the corner by him to dry. During this period, Lu Ciyu put the brush in the brush washer and held a normal writing brush in his hand.

He stared at the third piece of paper that had just been put down for a long time, then turned to glance at Lin Chi who was standing aside.

Everyone who participated in the competition had a stool provided by the store. Lu Ciyu pushed the chair to Lin Chi when he was sitting on the drawing, and Lin Chi was really uneasy to sit there alone and watch Master Lu busy. Stand with him to cheer him on.

Lu Ciyu couldn't help laughing when she saw his appearance.

He touched Lin Chi's head, and then he dipped in ink and wrote eight characters.

It is not the traditional variant of this dynasty, but the standard modern simplified characters. He was in a good mood, and the words he wrote were not so orderly. The font had a bit of artistic character, and he almost pulled out a flower with every stroke.

Lin Chi finally learned a lot of words, but when he looked down, he found that he didn't know him anymore, and many people around him were quietly paying attention to him.

Lu Ciyu put the pen down and waited for it to dry, but the sixth piece of paper didn't even touch it, as if she planned to give up.

The man next to him couldn't help but said, "Young Master Lu, don't admit defeat in advance! Those who admit to counselling have the nerve to call themselves a scholar?"

Because the small table was arranged in a mess, the pictures of the four flowers were placed on the next table. dry. The person in that seat had already finished painting and left, and the table was just empty at this moment.

There was only one piece of writing paper and the sixth piece of white paper left on Lu Ciyu's small table, the man stretched his neck and glanced at it: "Hey, Mr. Lu, what are you writing? "

There are a few words that can still be vaguely guessed. Tian/Chao people are born with the ability to translate between simplified and traditional Chinese, but he estimates that this man can't guess it.

After all, these people have never had the concept of simplified and traditional Chinese in their minds. I'm afraid they won't think about it for a while. They just feel like they are dead.

Lu Ciyu didn't want to explain the content to others. To be honest, he regretted it after painting. Most of the flower language and so on are things that only little girls can do.

After Lin Chi got married, he became more and more manly, but why did he develop in the opposite direction? !

This is not good, you have to maintain the dignity of a husband.

Lu Gongzi sighed.

"I said this son, your ink is about to drip onto the paper." Lu Ciyu reminded him kindly.

The ink dot had just condensed a small drop that had not been dripped, but if the pen was carefully taken away, it would not drip onto it, but the man was startled and flicked his hand, and the ink dot was thrown according to his drawing. Go up and destroy a picture in one fell swoop.

"You you you! You did it on purpose!" The man was furious.

"I'm really innocent." Young Master Lu really kindly reminded him.

The man wanted to say something else, and Lu Ciyu said again, "If you can draw a picture now, it's too late."

The man immediately turned his head to paint.

"Hey, son, the flower you painted on it... How come I have never seen it before?"

Lu Ciyu turned around and saw an old man with a white beard standing beside his four paintings, pointing at the flowers on it and asking.

"I know this is Bing Tilian, but I haven't seen any of the other three, and this one, is this grass?"

Lu Ciyu blinked - embarrassed, did this dynasty have these flowers? !

He followed the etiquette of a scholar: "It's flowers or grass, I'm not very clear."

"As for these, they were all drawn by hand, and they were drawn when they had a picture in mind." The

old man stroked it . Beard: "The painting looks like the real thing... The master's painting skills are good. I don't seem to have seen this kind of painting before. May I ask where is the teacher ?

"

He can't say anything.

"The boy is not talented. When I was a child, I learned a few strokes from the elders in my family. When I grew up, I painted in a mess for a few years, and I added any ideas to Riga... The style of painting has become as nondescript as it is now."

This is the truth, Mr. Lu once painted a comic book style with watercolors...

"Hmm...".

He knew that Lu Ciyu didn't want to talk, and he didn't even want to ask the simplified characters that he was very curious about. He turned to the blank piece of paper: "The time is coming soon, sir, don't you add anything to this one?"

Lu Ci Yu shook his head.

"To be honest, each of these four sheets of paper has its own inner meaning and represents a period of time that has happened. I don't know what to draw on the sixth sheet of paper, so I just leave it empty here, just take it as Leave blank for the unknown future."

"You are interesting." The old man couldn't help laughing.

"What if I can't get the first place because of this blank?"

"Then I won't get it." Lu Ciyu raised her eyebrows.

"In the process of painting them, I reconfirmed the meaning of my existence. What is the point of winning or losing a lantern competition?"

"I'm just happy."

"Hahahaha." The old man clapped his hands: " It's getting late, and the handwriting should be done, son, hurry up and put on the lantern, I won't disturb the old man."

Lu Ciyu gave him another gift to send him away, and when he came back, he pulled Lin Chi and the two together to spell the lantern together. .

Lin Chi couldn't help but leaned over to him and asked in a low voice, "What is it written? Tell me?"

Lu Ciyu pulled out his hand and pinched his nose: "I'll tell you when I go back and call my husband?"

Lin Chi turned his head and stopped talking.

Lu Ciyu lowered her head and took out the piece of paper and put it on it.

After assembling the lantern, Lin Chi put a small candle inside, and the candle light was revealed through the translucent paper.

On the side facing Lin Chi, there are eight big characters written in ink on white paper—

Knowing each other and staying together, life and death are inseparable.