Chapter 2117: Are You F*cking Blind
Really, Huang Shansheng was scared out of his wits.
How long did this take?
A few dozen seconds, maybe?
Zhang Fan, this guy, astonishingly, is about to finish a painting.
At this moment, Zhang Fan is painting a traditional Chinese ink painting.
On the rice paper, there is already an atmosphere of swirling mist and rippling water.
Chinese painting and oil painting are entirely different.
Chinese painting emphasizes the spirit!
While oil painting emphasizes resemblance!
Resemblance requires solid fundamentals.
Resemblance, as long as you’re diligent, spend enough effort, and train for a few years, can lead to significant achievements.
Of course, to complete a top-grade painting takes a very long time.
Some painters take years to produce a single masterpiece!
But still, once they create one, most people are amazed.
Chinese painting, however, focuses on capturing the essence!
Catching the essence is elusive!
This requires an immense imagination to construct.
Thus, compared to oil painting, though Chinese painting might seem easier to paint, capturing the atmosphere is incredibly difficult.
If done well, it’s a divine work; if not, it’s just a worthless mess!
So, in this era, there are very few willing to learn Chinese painting.
After all, capturing the atmosphere is genuinely hard to grasp.
Moreover, it requires the right state of mind.
But in just those few dozen seconds, how did Zhang Fan, this guy, manage to create it?
Although Huang Shansheng is skilled in sketching, when it comes to Chinese and oil paintings, he’s considered expert level.
Especially Chinese painting, which people of his age are particularly fond of!
And the swirling mist and rippling water atmosphere achieved in the current painting, even for him, would require a long time to refine before daring to execute!
After all, a single mistake in stroke can ruin the entire scene.
The painting would be done for.
Less than thirty seconds!
This guy is definitely cheating.
Watching Zhang Fan’s movements, as fluid as a dragon, Huang Shansheng’s inner self trembled.
This monstrous talent, what kind of brain does he have?
Bear in mind, Zhang Fan’s current state is after staying up for six days and nights straight.
How does he still have such immense energy to paint Chinese paintings?
And paint them so outrageously well!
Leaving no faults to be picked?
In the next moment, Zhang Fan chuckled lightly: "The Chinese painting is finished."
Saying this, Zhang Fan turned around, squatted by the paints, and began tinkering.
At this moment, Huang Shansheng’s eyes nearly popped out.
He shivered as he took out his glasses, pressing his forehead close to the paper.
"How is it possible, how is it possible!"
Huang Shansheng’s voice quivered.
This picture looks simple.
But whether it’s the spirit of the old man or the mist and water, it’s astonishingly perfect!
Even compared to works by a seasoned veteran like Jiang Ru, it still exudes more spiritual energy and charm!
There’s absolutely nothing that can be criticized.
At this moment, Huang Shansheng’s body began to tremble.
My goodness, where did Zhang Fan, this marvel, learn to paint?
Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!
This standard is definitely master level.
Bear in mind, the painting time is less than a minute.
No matter how simple Chinese painting is, it’s impossible to reach this level.
What can you do in a minute?
A slight daze, and the time would be gone.
My goodness!
Am I still dreaming?
Huang Shansheng raised his hand and slapped himself.
Feeling the burning pain on his face, Huang Shansheng finally snapped out of it.
It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t!
Yet based on Zhang Fan’s age, how could he paint such a piece?
Thinking back to urging Zhang Fan to come to the studio, so he could introduce some old hands skilled in Chinese and oil paintings to Zhang Fan, Huang Shansheng’s face burned.
Does Zhang Fan’s current level in Chinese painting still require guidance from others?
Among the people at Tsinghua, who would dare?
At this moment, a hurried voice rang out.
"Old Huang, why are you running so fast; I’m about to break my leg." Jiang Ru leaned against the door, panting heavily.
Regarding Zhang Fan, he initially wanted to compete with Huang Shansheng.
Though he couldn’t recruit Zhang Fan as a disciple, due to his relationship with Huang Shansheng, Zhang Fan counts as his nephew in mastery.
Huang Shansheng had been nagging him to teach Zhang Fan Chinese painting!
And now, with the academic competition approaching, how could he not come when Zhang Fan visits the studio.
If he didn’t come, Huang Shansheng might cut ties with him.
At their age, having a candid old friend is rare!
So, he came.
"Huang Shansheng, are you looking at your useless old father? I’m talking to you." Jiang Ru was furious.
At his age, running several hundred meters at dawn, his old bones couldn’t take it.
And Huang Shansheng, this old dog, didn’t even acknowledge him.
Jiang Ru then walked over.
Just as he was about to give Huang Shansheng a slap, he suddenly caught sight of Zhang Fan’s painting from the corner of his eye!
"Huh, this painting is great!" Jiang Ru was astonished.
His gaze then fell on the painting, and upon closer inspection, goosebumps arose all over him.
"Holy cow, who painted this, such mastery!" he exclaimed directly.
At their level, it’s rare to find a painting that dazzles them at first glance.
Not even the other old professors at Tsinghua specializing in Chinese painting could invoke such a feeling in him.
"Old Huang, where did this painting come from? Damn, don’t tell me it’s an antique dug up somewhere!" Jiang Ru exclaimed.
But then, his eyes widened.
"Holy cow, the ink isn’t even dry?"
At that instant, every hair on Jiang Ru’s body stood on end.
Since the ink wasn’t dry, it meant the painting had just been completed.
"Could it be that one of those old folks broke through in skill? Old Huang, tell me quickly, who is it, who is it!" Jiang Ru yelled urgently.
At that moment, Huang Shansheng finally snapped out of his shock.
He stared dumbly at Jiang Ru, taking a deep breath before replying: "First, tell me what you find good about this painting!"
Jiang Ru’s eyes widened, and he slowly said: "Chinese painting is divided into three realms: essence, charm, and mood.
And this painting, it has both spirit and charm, with an abundant mood!
Additionally, using minimal ink and brush to create such a masterpiece, and you’re still asking me what’s good? Everything about it is good, okay!
Quickly, where is the painter? Where!"
Speaking toward the end, Jiang Ru roared in urgency.
Encountering such a top-level master, how could he not meet them and ask for insights?
Hearing this, Huang Shansheng trembled even more.
In terms of Chinese painting, although he’s decent, he isn’t on Jiang Ru’s level!
And now, Jiang Ru used a tone of admiration to give such a high evaluation; what else could he say?
Then, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Fan.
"Hmm?" Jiang Ru looked where Huang Shansheng pointed, and in the next moment, he became furious.
"There’s nobody there; are you messing with me?"
???
Huang Shansheng was stupefied!
No one? Are you blind? Is Zhang Fan not a person?