Silver Leaf Whale Chapter 71

Rain hits peonies

Chapter 71·Rain hits peonies

The art building in Haimei was put into use only during Qi Zhixuan’s senior year. His senior year was already busy, so he barely visited it a few times.

There are usually a lot of people here, and there are many comfortable seats on the first and second floors. Everyone likes to read and study and write papers here. In order to avoid the crowd, Qi Zhixuan came here for the first time after returning to school.

The art building has six floors, allocated to various disciplines. Of course, there are also public areas. A large area in the stairwell on the first floor is a temporary creative area. Whenever someone in the school needs to create large paintings or collective creations, they can apply.

Today, Qi Zhixuan came here just to paint in this place.

He came here to paint because of Teacher Gu Feng. Teacher Gu was his former tutor. There was a recent exhibition that required several freehand paintings. He wanted to bring his students to participate in the exhibition to win awards and build up resumes and professional titles. However, there were really few freehand students. He was not particularly satisfied with the few paintings he submitted, so he thought of Qi Zhixuan.

When Qi Zhixuan came back to class, Teacher Gu visited him several times. He had liked Qi Zhixuan very much before. He was very good at painting and had great aura. It would not be an exaggeration to call him the proud son of heaven. Now that he has gone through many twists and turns, he can calm down and return to school to continue studying. Gu Feng is both relieved and emotional.

Qi Zhixuan listened to Gu Feng’s request and readily accepted it. Although he was no longer studying with Teacher Gu now, he had been taught a lot by him before. Moreover, if he could participate in exhibitions and win awards, it would also enrich his own resources. If he didn’t win, it would be just practice, and painting would not be a big deal.

The first word in freehand brushwork is big, which is why we applied for a venue. A few days ago, students also painted their own freehand freehand works here, and some even painted five-meter giant paintings. However, Qi Zhixuan did not choose such a large size and wanted to finish it in one afternoon.

But it’s too small to be found anywhere. The eight-foot vertical banner, with a size of 124×248, is still astonishing in size. Qi Zhixuan had to stand on a high staircase to write.

After roughly deciding on a position, Qi Zhixuan started to work. He chose eosin as the base, dipped the tip of the pen in rouge color, and dipped the big brush into it. Standing on the ladder, he started writing without hesitation. His wrist moved according to his heart, the tip of the pen moved quickly, and the body of the pen pressed. After a few back and forth, several petals were outlined.

If it is a fine brushwork painting, every corner of the flowers, birds, fish and insects needs to be carefully carved, but it is different from the freehand brushwork. Writing is used instead of description. Through the different focus and smudge of ink, the darkness and back of the petals are naturally presented, which is unique to the freehand brushwork.

After painting the flower head, the next step is the ink-colored flower stem. Qi Zhixuan changed his pen, filled the pen belly with thick black ink, and the tip was slightly lighter. He raised the pen and pressed it again, dragging it down. The ink color naturally dispersed on the rice paper, and the vigorousness of the flower stem stood up.

The south in late autumn was still occupied by autumn tigers. Not long after painting, beads of sweat began to appear on Qi Zhixuan’s forehead. There were faint wet marks on his white silk top. His hair had not been cut for a long time, and it was too long to get in the way. He casually tied it in the back of his head.

The ink was flying to avoid staining the clothes, and the sleeves were tied up high. As the body moved, the two gold bracelets on the left wrist struck together and made a muffled sound. The right hand moved vigorously. From the back, it looked like he was dancing with a sword.

His brushwork is consistent and he does not dip in ink in the middle. The lines are interspersed with white and dry brushes. Flowers are placed on the stems and leaves are connected below. The picture is simple but not scattered, and the layout is very comfortable.

I don’t know how long I have been painting. Teacher Gu rushed over after class to take a look. There were many students around. Some people recognized him as the owner of the Little Painter’s account. They stood below and started shooting videos. For a while, there was a crowd of people, and whispers of exclamation and discussion came and went.

“It’s amazing.” Everyone is an art student, and their ability to appreciate beauty is not a problem. Every time Qi Zhixuan puts pen to paper, every time he makes a turn, some people marvel at his control.

At the end of the painting, Qi Zhixuan changed a wolf hair, dipped it in garcinia and a little ocher, and added several strokes to the center of the flower. The smart flower stamens with a sharp top and a round bottom appeared, instantly injecting vitality into the whole painting.

“Okay!” Even if the details haven’t been sketched out yet, just looking at the large form is enough to shock, and some people couldn’t help but applaud.

Qi Zhixuan was squatting on the stairs washing his brushes. He was startled by the sound. He looked down. He might have been too immersed in painting just now, but now he noticed a crowd of people below. He smiled a little embarrassed, pretended not to see, and slowly turned around to continue painting.

Gu Feng stood in front of the painting, his eyes full of admiration. Qi Zhixuan painted peonies beaten by rain.In the past, Qi Zhixuan was very freehand, with a kind of free and unrestrained style, but now he is free and easy with a bit of calmness, worldly but not tacky, indifferent and detached.

The same goes for the painted things. They are obviously peonies beaten by rain, but they don’t look decadent. Instead, they are deep and charming, with a strong sense of story.

By the time Qi Zhixuan slowly finished sketching, it was already evening, the sun was setting, and the afterglow came in through the cracks in the window. Even the light seemed to be particularly partial to Qi Zhixuan. His silk clothes were glowing with golden light in the setting sun, and his whole figure was like a white jade Buddha, moist and translucent.

By the time he put his seal on it, most of the crowd had already dispersed.No one was watching, and he was relieved.

“Teacher Gu.” Qi Zhixuan finished washing his hands and found that Gu Feng was still there, so he stepped forward and said hello.

“Zhixuan, the painting is good.” Gu Feng walked around admiring the painting. If he was asked to paint it, he would choose a smaller six-foot banner, but Qi Zhixuan chose the larger eight-foot banner, forcing people to look up under the peonies. A kind of oppressive beauty pours down, making people have to stop and appreciate it.

“Thank you, Teacher Gu. I’ll leave the painting here to work on now. If there’s nothing else to do, I’ll pack up and leave.” Qi Zhixuan glanced at the time. It was already past six o’clock. Pang Jing hadn’t called him yet. He still wanted to go home and wait.

“Oh, okay.” Gu Feng was still admiring it. He also took out his mobile phone to take a few pictures, and waved his hand towards Qi Zhixuan nonchalantly.

Qi Zhixuan had just put his pen into the pen washer when he heard someone calling him: “Brother, let me help you.”

When he looked up and saw Jiang Nan, he was a little surprised: “Why are you here?” He picked up the rag and wiped the ink stains on the floor.

“I’ve been watching you paint here.” Jiang Nan stepped forward to help pack away the painting tools, her tone full of admiration, “Senior brother, you are really amazing.”

The two of them carried the ladder all the way to the logistics room, and Jiang Nan praised him all the way, from his brushwork to his artistic conception, and even compared him to “contemporary Qi Baishi.” Hearing this, Qi Zhixuan’s cheeks grew hot, and he quickly waved his hands: “Stop praising him. Stop praising him.” He was afraid that if he praised his master again, he would crawl out of his grave and curse.

Jiang Nan smiled and stopped talking, then changed the topic: “By the way, senior brother, are you going to the comic exhibition in a few days?”

“Huh? Go, my booth is here.” Qi Zhixuan walked out of the logistics room and slowly lowered his sleeves.

“Can I still ask for your help?” Jiang Nan asked.

“What’s the deal?”

Jiang Nan suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment and said, “I just want to ask you to help me make a cosplay.”

“Ah?” Qi Zhixuanli’s hand on his sleeve suddenly stopped, “I have no experience in this.”

Although I saw a lot of cosplayers at comic exhibitions, he had never tried it himself.

“Nothing else is needed. It’s very simple. We will be ready for the service. We just need you to take a few hours to cooperate with us in taking pictures…” Jiang Nan explained, “Sun Jia, Zhang Tao and I from our class will work together to create the characters for this show, but there is one person missing. I think… your temperament is very suitable. Either a very exaggerated animal character, or a human, a British prince. We have already found someone for the photography, so we just need someone.”

British prince?Qi Zhixuan had never heard anyone say that about him. Only Chen Runsong often said that he looked like a homeless person and wanted to throw away his big comfortable T-shirt every day.

“Is that okay, senior brother?” Jiang Nan looked at him expectantly.

“Well… well, I have to set up a stall in the morning, and I may only have time in the afternoon. Do you think it’s okay?” Qi Zhixuan thought that it would be good to try new things, not to mention doing a favor to others.

“Okay, okay, let’s go together then.” Seeing Qi Zhixuan’s agreement, Jiang Nan couldn’t suppress the joy on her face.

When he first saw Qi Zhixuan, he thought he looked like a classical prince, noble and elegant. Later, he found out that he had so many stories about him, and he felt even more mysterious, and his professional ability was so strong. Looking at Qi Zhixuan’s paintings today, it was like a god in the clouds dancing, solemn and beautiful.

The classical prince in Jiang’s heart had already driven home, looking like a wild child. He hurriedly took a shower and waited for his boyfriend to call. He also chased his kitten back and forth from time to time, and finally rolled into a ball on the floor.

“Why haven’t you called yet…” Qi Zhixuan was lying on the sofa holding his cell phone. Pang Jing hadn’t called him for several days. He felt a little aggrieved. He didn’t call or send a message.

Perhaps after hearing Qi Zhixuan’s little complaint, Pang Jing actually sent him a message asking him if he had slept.

The atmosphere at the training base has been particularly heavy recently. Some team members were seriously injured during training and had to withdraw from the training. Whether they can participate in the subsequent competition is unknown.Their reviews would take longer and longer, and they would be so tired that they would fall asleep at the end of each day. It was only today that Pang Whale had time to touch his mobile phone.

Although it was not too late, Qi Zhixuan did go to bed. Usually he would not go to bed so early, but today he had classes in the morning and painting in the afternoon. After he was tired, he lay on the sofa and fell asleep.

Qi Zhixuan didn’t reply. Pang Jing guessed that he was busy or asleep, so he left him a message, “Go to bed early, I love you.” Before putting down his phone, he habitually scrolled through his news feeds, almost all of which were related to Qi Zhixuan.

A video posted by a passerby of Qi Zhixuan painting in the afternoon caught his attention.

Wearing white clothes, he stood very tall, his eyes were firm and free, and he was painting on the scroll several meters high with a lively style.

The caption is “Die under peonies.”

It’s self-evident who Peony is.

He had never seen such a large painting by Qi Zhixuan. People underneath were surrounding him, but he only stared at his own work.

Pang Jing snorted in his heart, Qi Zhixuan was not just a peony, but his own silver-leaf tree, which he planted with his own hands.

He swiped a few more posts in a row, but the content was actually the same, just from different angles, but he just couldn’t see enough, but Qi Zhixuan seemed to have taken good care of himself.

When I opened the video and saw his head, I only felt that his cheeks were a little thinner, but the video of his whole body felt very obvious. He seemed to have lost weight all over his body. If he became thinner, he would be back to the time when he first met him. He cooked diligently and managed to make people gain weight, and he would lose weight when he was not around.

This person must be eating haphazardly. He often stops eating when he is busy. He has weak digestion and especially likes to eat sweet and greasy glutinous rice products. This is not good.

He calculated the time. It was not far from the end of the training camp. He would definitely rest for a few days. Taking advantage of this time, he made some dumplings for Qi Zhixuan and put them in the refrigerator. He also remembered that Meihua had made braised beef for him before and sent it to school. It could be kept in the refrigerator for a while, so he called Meihua again late at night to ask for the recipe.

She thought it was because her son missed his parents, but he didn’t expect it was because of his lover, so he couldn’t help scolding him. However, Meihua had always liked Qi Zhixuan, so he not only gave the prescription, but also volunteered to mail it over.

“Farewell, Mom, it’s still hot in Haicheng. You think you’re wearing a coat like we did there. It will stink if you send it here.”

“Well…that’s true, then we’ll have to wait until winter.” Meihua carefully explained to her son the essentials of making braised pork. After Pang Jing listened carefully, it was time to hand over his mobile phone.

“This kid knows how to love others, just follow me.” Meihua hung up the phone and smiled happily.

Pang Wei was making the bed. It was cold and there was no heating yet, so he added a few more layers of mattresses: “Well, you taught me well.”

“Old Pang, do you think the price of gold will continue to rise?” Meihua suddenly remembered something, “Do you want to buy some more gold for Xiao Qi?”

Pang Wei didn’t even raise his head: “It’s up to you.” After saying that, he patted the quilt and said, “Go to sleep.”