Chapter 157 Color and color

In winter, the most pleasant night

After dinner in the evening, Han Yi, Zhao Ye and Yuan Wanran went to the east bedroom to chat. Mo Bao followed the man to the kang and poured it into the open space beside Yuan Wanran.

Its back was against the hot kang, with four legs facing the sky, and its head turned into its butt outside the kang, asking Yuan Wanran to massage himself

Yuan Wanran's gesture was gentle, touching it made it sleepy, half-dream and half-awake, it seemed to be chasing a cat in the east, and the birds on the right, dominating the Sixi Hutong

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard Yuan Wanran hissing softly, and the gesture of stroking it stopped.

Mo Bao opened his sleepy eyes, and a low voice came from beside the kang. The force was too heavy, did you hurt?

Mo Bao turned his head in the sound, and Han Yi sat on the drum next to the kang, and massaged Yuan Wanran's barefoot on his thigh.

Yuan Wanran said: No, the force you used is about the same size as Zhao Ye

Mo Bao waited for a while, Yuan Wanran's hand that was placed on her body had not moved yet. Then it turned over and raised its four legs to hit Yuan Wanran's hips and legs.

Yuan Wanran knew it, so she started kneading Mo Bao again. Mo Bao slowly closed his eyes happily

Zhao Ye sat at one end of the kang table, drawing casually with paint paper on the table, and told Han Yi: It must be because the meridians related to the head and eyes are painful. She has spent a lot of brain and eyesight thinking about embroidery paintings for a while.

Zhao's comprador appreciated my skills and paid out of his own pocket to add more charcoal pots in the small embroidery room so generously, I feel embarrassed to not work hard, will I repay my confidant?

Han Yi and Zhao Ye raised their heads together and asked in unison: Confidant?

Yuan Wanran tilted her head slightly and thought, saying: So, it's over

She turned to Han Yi and said: My husband, you told Yu Rang's story. He assassinated his enemy for his old master Zhibo. The enemy asked him that there were more than Zhibo who had served him. Why did he avenge Zhibo alone? How did Yu Rang say the original words?

Han Yidao: ‘As for Zhibo, the national sages meet me, my native sages repay me’①

Well, yes, 'Zhi Bo treats me like a national soldier, and I will repay him like a national soldier'

While painting, Zhao Ye said: Zhao's comprador treats you, you will repay you with all your heart. It is a good thing for the owner to hire you, but it is not as good as losing his body, and he also plans to do his own business.

Yuan Wanran glanced at Zhao Ye and the pictures he wrote, her heart was soft, and she said in her mouth: Actually, I also want to embroider the Thai embroidery painting, hoping that it will taste fragrant in Daxia.

Speaking of this, she was a little worried and said: In a few days, I came to Zhao's comprador to check again. He hoped that the dizziness would change naturally. The method I came up with was always a bit worse. For example, the garland similar to peach blossoms in the painting. I used five or six embroidery threads of the same color to embroider the stems and leaves. One skin (② and one layer of embroidery layer) changed to a dark color. It was delicate and delicate, but it was not as vivid as the real painting.

Zhao Ye said: Although embroidery and painting are of the same origin, the materials used are different after all. It is impossible to copy the original copy of the comprador Zhao's comprador himself, and he is reasonable and will definitely not force others to do so.

Yuan Wanran was unwilling to drag her family around her troubles, so she asked Zhao Ye that his disputes in the industry have been calmed down recently.

Zhao Ye said: The same thing

So, those colleagues still tell your own paintings? Yuan Wanran conceals her feelings and makes her feel gentle and relaxed. The leader always walks in front of her alone

Zhao Ye smiled, don't worry, your husband had long expected that the new painting method would poke a hornet's nest, and I wouldn't be afraid of death if I dared to do it.

He sang leisurely: 'But let go of the hills and valleys of life, don't worry about the ridicule of others' '③

After singing, he said: I can draw whatever I want, who cares about the stubborn ones?

His handsome face was full of unfair face, and his pair of seductive eyes shone with high fighting spirits. He even felt that it was quite interesting that he was besieged by the painting world.

However, although he did not care about others' feelings, he took into account Yuan Wanran's experience and explained the current situation in detail.

The nobles and gentry were conservative. Because I had a bad reputation, I was reluctant to move forward with my paintings. But at first I didn't plan to take care of them. Instead, I started with the merchants. A few wealthy businessmen were asking about it and entrusting me to paint.

Yuan Wanran said: Well, you can do it according to your own wishes, and our family can live a good life.

Zhao Ye smiled at his wife. Because she mentioned the flowers similar to peach blossoms, she first drew the branches, then looked for another clean brush, dipped the tip of the pen, then dipped it in the colors of titanium dioxide and yuri, dipped it in the tip of the pen and dipped it in rouge, and then drew it on the paper.

Yuan Wanran saw him, like a hammer hitting the sky spirit cover, and also as if she was in the dark wilderness. A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in front of her, illuminating a bright sky and earth.

She stopped rubbing Mo Bao's hand and stared at Zhao Ye's pen walking on the paper and looked at him hard.

Zhao Ye wrote with a side tip, and painted a peach blossom petal on the pen with light red paint and a bright red rouge pen tip.

Two red pigments with different depths spread out on the paper one after another, and the petals gradually turn from thick to light, turning into natural colors.

He also found another general solution, and made the juice green dip on the tip of the pen, and the tip of the pen was dipped in red, and the side edge fell on the paper. A touch of green leaves was slightly red, making the leaves look particularly fresh and tender.

When Han Yi saw Yuan Wanran staring at the flower leaves on the paper, he asked: A Wan, what's wrong?

Yuan Wanran woke up and smiled at Han Yi and said that she was fine. Then she asked Zhao Ye, "My husband, you dip a stroke in two colors, one pigment on the tip of the pen, and another one on the tip of the pen...

This is called "color, color, color, and tone"④, Zhao Ye asked with a smile: Haven't you seen me do this before?

Yuan Wanran suddenly became clear and smiled happily. I was used to seeing it, but it turned dark under the light and forgot this.

Before she finished speaking, she was anxious to get off the kang. Han Yi gently pressed her back to the kang.

Yuan Wanran said: My husband, I have something important to do, I thought of a dizzy way...

Han Yi bent down and picked up Yuan Wanran's embroidered shoes, put them on for her, and caught a cold under her barefoot. He said again: Awan, you like embroidery and enjoy it. This is great, but everything is not as important as your body.

Yuan Wanran said: I can't help but she hugged Han Yi, stepped on the embroidered shoes and hurried towards the embroidery rack, picked up the needle and thread to tinker with her head.

Zhao Ye and Han Yi looked at each other and shook their heads and smiled. He put his pen on the kang and said to Yuan Wanran: I'll cook wolfberry and red date tea.

Yuan Wanran said: There is ready-made tea in the house, so I just drink it. When I walk to the stove, I will blow cold wind all the way. Why bother?

Add longan to the good wife?

Yuan Wanran heard that he knew that Zhao Ye had penetrated his embroidery profound meaning, so he was ready to cook the tea, so he simply didn't be polite to him.

Add her and smiled

Zhao Ye asked Han Yi again, and Han Yi shook his head and the two brothers didn't like sweets.

Zhao Ye left, Han Yi watched Yuan Wanran concentrate on fiddling with needlework, and a soft cry came from the kang behind him.

It turned out that Mobao Sect Yuan Wanran threw it away halfway, turned over and sat up. It and Han Yi were wearing eyes, and they tried harder to squeeze out the whimper from their mouths and noses.

Han Yi sat on the kang, put on Yuan Wanran's seat, and patted the back of the shiny fur puppy.

Mo Bao immediately lay on his back on the kang, and sure enough, Han Yi's big hands rubbed his stomach.

Mo Bao closed his eyes with satisfaction, and started snoring again...

Zhao Jue opened the door of the small embroidery room and a warm and moist heating came.

In front of the four corner charcoal basin in the embroidery room, a small basin of water was placed. Yuan Wanran also asked him if he thought the room was too dry, so he asked the servant to come and add water.

Zhao Jue was silent for a moment and said that it was just right for dryness and dampness in the house, so he asked dizziness.

Yuan Wanran said: Look at how this time?

Zhao Jue looked at it carefully, looked again and again, and finally said: Mrs. Han Zhao abandoned the common law and gave birth to a new law.

Yes, I often use two embroidery threads to embroider.

The two embroidery threads are different in color. Zhao Jue pointed to the garland of tender green flowers and leaves, and Han Zhao Niangzi used pretty green and middle red embroidery threads ⑤

Well, using the same color embroidery thread is not enough to paint the real color, so I tried mixing different colors

Zhao Jue stroked the embroidery ground with his hand, thinking that the needle method of Yuan Wanran's two-color embroidery thread was not abrupt at all. The embroidery color really imitated the original color of the oil painting, and the transition was natural.

Yuan Wanran said again: This color mixing method can also be used on the texture.

Zhao Jue turned to the character's skin, and indeed used the same needle embroidery, and the color was a little more vivid than before.

Unexpectedly, a village girl could have such a clever idea. He thought about it and said: This is somewhat consistent with the principle of painting flowers and trees with "color and color" in Daxia painting.

Yuan Wanran said: Zhao's comprador has come up with the information, so I came up with this idea from the "color and color"

Zhao Jue was even more surprised. The village girl actually knew the same way as the painting. He immediately remembered that her husband was a painter. The two of them were in love and they must be followed by their husbands. Therefore, they dabbled in the theory of painting.

His hand that fell on the embroidered ground bent his index finger and middle finger slightly

Yuan Wanran saw that Zhao Jue didn't say anything, and just thought he was still not satisfied with the test embroidery results, so he carefully asked.

What does Zhao Magazine think is insufficient?

When Zhao Jue asked, he withdrew his hand and cut it back, and his words were as harmonious as before. You did a good job, so start to imitate embroidery.

Yes, Yuan Wanran responded happily, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, finally the needle method was basically final