Quick Wear: The Happy Master is Not Happy

Chapter 235 On the Eve of Breakthrough

Su Wan walked to his side and stared at the rice paper that had not yet been inked: "So how are you going to start writing?"

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly: "I want to start with the landscape first, and then integrate the characters." He paused, "But I always feel that something is missing in my heart."

Su Wan gently picked up the wolf-hair brush beside her, dipped it in ink, and gently dotted it on the paper: "Perhaps, what you need is not only the observation of nature, but also the inner understanding." After that, she splashed ink and sketched a plum blossom in ink with a few strokes. Deep in the quiet countryside, Lin Nuoyan's world is a dreamland of ink interweaving.

Lin Nuoyan's eyes flashed with amazement: "Wan'er, your writing skills are so skillful."

Su Wan's lips curled up: "I grew up with you in this Jiangnan water town. He is a unique ink painter with every stroke. His paintings are not simply depicting natural scenery, but cleverly integrating emotions, dreams and reality. They are all deep affection for this land." She put down the pen, "Your paintings require not only skills, but also emotions."

Lin Nuoyan was silent for a moment, and seemed to understand something: "I understand.

The sun shines through the gauze-like clouds and sprinkles on the quaint wooden house. Lin Nuoyan is sitting in front of the window, gazing at the landscape in front of him. "I want to feel every stroke and every ink with my emotions." He picked up the pen again and began to write freely. His eyes were deep and focused, as if he wanted to blend the whole world into that pool of ink. As the pen tip danced, an ink painting scroll gradually unfolded.

As the conversation between the two deepened, conflicts arose. His brush danced on the rice paper, and each stroke was as precise and rhythmic as a musical note. Lin Nuoyan incorporated his unique understanding of nature into his paintings, while Su Wan hoped that he could incorporate more humanistic emotions into them. The ink danced in his hands, sometimes graceful like flowing clouds, sometimes bold like waterfalls. The two had different views.

One day, a tourist named Li Qingyao came to the village.

"Nuoyan, the landscape in the painting needs the background of the characters." Su Wan insisted. She was attracted by the unique charm of Lin Nuoyan's paintings and decided to learn more about this mysterious painter.

Lin Nuoyan was a little stubborn: "I want to perfect the overall composition of the picture first."

The conversation between the two became a little heated. Li Qingyao stepped into the wooden house and saw that the interior furnishings were simple, but it exuded a harmony between nature and art. But in the end, with mutual respect and understanding, Lin Nuoyan accepted Su Wan's suggestion. He began to try to incorporate the image and emotional elements of the characters into the painting.

"Mr. Lin, your paintings are really intoxicating." Li Qingyao praised sincerely. Every stroke is particularly cautious and attentive. The characters and landscapes in the painting echo each other, and the harmonious coexistence of emotion and nature is perfectly displayed.

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly, put down the brush, and took a sip of tea: "The world in the painting is the sustenance of my soul.

After several days of unremitting efforts, a beautiful ink painting was finally completed. The characters in the painting are lifelike, and the scenery between the mountains and rivers is poetic and picturesque. All of this is inseparable from the dialogue and collision between Lin Nuoyan and Su Wan. Every painting is a dialogue between me and nature. "

Li Qingyao asked curiously: "Your paintings always seem to carry a hint of sadness. Is there a story behind it?"

Lin Nuoyan's eyes became profound: "I lost my parents when I was young, and it was my grandparents who taught me about the world.

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly: "Yes, Xiaoyun, I want to paint all the scenery in my mind."

Xiaoyun approached the drawing table curiously: "What are you drawing this time?"

Lin Nuoyan's eyes sparkled: "It's a mountain. There is water, trees, and clouds on the mountain."

Xiaoyun was fascinated by what she heard: "Then, are the mountains in your paintings like our hometown, making people yearn for them?"

Lin Nuoyan nodded: "That's right. I want to let more people feel the beauty of nature through my brush."

As the two were talking, the village elder Li Lao came slowly. In the quiet countryside, the young Lin Nuoyan was immersed in a world of ink painting. He stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration: "Nuoyan, your paintings have already had charm, young people are really formidable."

Lin Nuoyan saluted respectfully: "Mr. Li's brush is like a magic wand, skillfully integrating the poetry of the ancients and his own emotions into every ink painting. Thank you for your praise, and I still need to work hard."

Mr. Li stroked the drawing paper gently and said: “If this painting is completed, it will surely make people think deeply.

The morning sun shines through the thin paper window onto Lin Nuoyan's drawing table. But..."

A trace of doubt flashed across Lin Nuoyan's eyes: "Just what?"

Mr. Li sighed: "The mountains in the painting are still but motionless. He grinds the ink carefully, and every drop of water blends into the ink, exuding a faint fragrance. Have you ever considered adding some dynamic elements to make the picture more vivid?"

Lin Nuoyan fell into deep thought, and Xiaoyun looked at him expectantly. He had already conceived today's painting in his mind - a poetic scene between mountains and water. After some thought, Lin Nuoyan's eyes flashed with inspiration: "I understand, Mr. Li.

"Nuoyan, you are painting ink paintings again." A crisp voice broke the silence. It was Lin Nuoyan's childhood sweetheart, Xiaoyun. I will try to add some flying birds or flowing water to the painting to give it vitality. "

Days passed by like flowing water, and Lin Nuoyan painted day and night, and gradually a bird with wings spread and a gurgling stream appeared in the ink painting. Every detail in the picture is full of vitality, as if you can hear the chirping of birds and the gurgling of the stream.

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly: "Yes, Xiaoyun, I want to paint all the scenery in my mind."

Xiaoyun approached the drawing table curiously: "What is this drawing?"

Finally, Lin Nuoyan finished the ink painting. Villagers came to admire it and were all amazed. Mr. Li looked at the painting and nodded with satisfaction: "Nuoyan, your painting is no longer the same as before. It is really better than the master."

Lin Nuoyan replied with a smile?

Lin Nuoyan's eyes sparkled: "Among the mountains and rivers, there is a lone poet, his state of mind is integrated with nature."

At this moment, a quarrel broke their conversation. It turned out that the old painter in the village questioned Lin Nuoyan's paintings. "This is all thanks to Mr. Li's guidance and Xiaoyun's company and encouragement."

Xiaoyun smiled and snuggled up to Lin Nuoyan: "Your talent is yours, I believe you will go further." They believe that although Lin Nuoyan is skilled, he lacks his own style and emotions.

The theme of the painting is the beautiful scenery of the water town, and he hopes to show the tranquility and harmony of the Jiangnan water town through this painting. However, the road to creation is always full of challenges.

Lin Nuoyan's neighbor is a young woman named Su Wan'er. She loves art, especially Lin Nuoyan's paintings. However, she has a different opinion on the painting that Lin Nuoyan is creating. She thinks that the painting lacks some breath of life and emotional collision.

"Nuoyan, is your painting too plain?" Su Wan'er asked curiously. In a quiet countryside, Lin Nuoyan was immersed in the creation of ink painting. The world in his painting seemed like an ancient poem, flowing with oriental wisdom and charm.

Lin Nuoyan stopped writing, pondered for a moment, and then answered: "I want to show the tranquility and harmony of Jiangnan through this painting, but perhaps it does lack some collisions of life."

The sun shines through the paper window onto Lin Nuoyan's painting table, and the scent of ink and pine smoke interweaves, creating a simple and mysterious atmosphere. Lin Nuoyan's eyes are deep and focused, as if they are integrated with the brush in his hand and the rice paper in front of him.

Su Wan'er shook her head gently, "Although the scenery in the painting is beautiful, the emotions of the characters and the details of their lives are equally important.

"Brother Lin, what are you painting?" A scholar named Liu Ming came forward curiously. "You can try to add some emotional conflicts between the characters to make the picture more vivid."

Lin Nuoyan's idea moved, and he began to think about how to combine ink painting with the emotional conflicts of the characters.

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly and gently put down his brush: "I am painting a landscape in ink. Look at the undulating mountains and rippling water. Everything is like life, with ups and downs, sadness and joy."

Liu Ming stared at the painting and couldn't help but sigh: "This ink painting can contain such rich emotions."

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door. He recalled the scene when he was a child playing in the countryside. At that time, he and his friends quarreled over a piece of precious land, but finally reconciled and enjoyed the beautiful scenery together. This experience became the source of inspiration for his creation. A rich boy named Zhao Shi came in with a few followers. He looked at Lin Nuoyan's painting with disdain: "What's so good about this painting?

So he began to rethink the picture. He added two children to the painting, who were arguing and playing, showing an innocent emotional conflict. Isn't it just a few scribbles? "

Liu Ming's face changed slightly. He knew that Zhao Shi was always arrogant and didn't treat others well. But Lin Nuoyan was calm and composed. He put down his brush and stood up slowly. At the same time, he also used the depth of ink and the thickness of lines to depict the beauty and atmosphere of the water town.

“Mr. Zhao, although painting is a minor art, every stroke is the product of hard work.

As time went by, this ink painting was gradually completed. Although this ink painting seems simple, it contains thousands of years of cultural heritage. "Lin Nuoyan's tone was calm and firm. Every detail in the picture is full of emotions and stories.

Zhao Shi snorted disdainfully: "Cultural heritage? It's nothing but antiques. Lin Nuoyan believes that this painting can show the tranquility and harmony of the Jiangnan water town, and at the same time it can also arouse people's resonance with emotional conflicts. I think you should learn more about Western painting, that's the fashion."

Lin Nuoyan's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he did not lose his composure: "Fashion and antiquity are not contradictory, but complement each other.

When Su Wan'er saw the painting, she couldn't help but marvel. "Nuoyan, your painting has really improved a lot. Although our Chinese ink painting has gone through thousands of years, it still has a unique charm."

At this time, an old man walked into the studio. He was the elder of the village and also an art connoisseur. This painting has both the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan and the emotional conflicts of the characters, which is really attractive. "

Lin Nuoyan smiled and replied: "Thank you, Wan'er, it is your suggestion that gave me inspiration." He walked to Lin Nuoyan and said admiringly: "Lin Nuoyan's paintings have captured the essence of ink and wash, and every stroke is full of vitality."

Zhao Shi was touched by the elder's words and couldn't help but re-examine Lin Nuoyan's paintings.

This ink painting has become one of Lin Nuoyan's representative works, attracting the attention of many art lovers. He found that these seemingly simple lines and ink colors actually contain such profound artistic conception and emotions. His creative path has also become wider and wider.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lin, I spoke too much before. And his friendship with Su Wan'er has become deeper and deeper through the exchange of art. Your paintings are really charming." Zhao Shi said sincerely.

On the road of art, Lin Nuoyan constantly pursues higher realms.

Lin Nuoyan smiled slightly: "Art is inclusive, and it will not lose its value because of personal preferences. He knows that every creation is an opportunity to challenge and break through himself. And his dialogue and communication with Su Wan'er has become an indispensable part of his creative process. Every painting is a world, and every world has its story."

The elder also nodded and praised: "Lin Nuoyan's paintings are not only art, but also his understanding and perception of life."

The mountains and waters are undulating, and every stroke looks so vivid. She couldn't help but admire: "Nuoyan, your painting skills have improved again. These mountains and waters seem to have life."