redvbooks Chapter 154 Demonstration for You
Chapter 154 Demonstration for You
Chapter 154 Demonstration for You
Walking into Mr. Gongsun's study, what surprised him was that there were papers produced by Qi State recently. Although there were only a few sheets, it was enough to show that Mr. Gongsun had been paying attention to the developments in the Central Plains.
"You did this too, right?" Seeing Zhou Zihao's surprised expression, Mr. Gongsun asked.
Zhou Zihao nodded, and said, "My paper has just come out not long ago. I didn't expect to have it in my collection here, sir."
Mr. Gongsun said: "When Suqin and I were in Linzi, we heard about your propaganda and bought a few, but we didn't know how to use them. I heard that they were used for writing and painting on them, but I think the surface is too thin and will Penetrated by ink, not good enough to try to use.”
Zhou Zihao was taken aback for a moment, could this paper not be used?He picked up one of the papers, rubbed it on his finger a few times, and it felt fine.
"Can I use one of them to write?" Zhou Zihao asked.
Mr. Gongsun was worried that he had never seen the use of paper. He had written a lot of words on silk and bamboo slips. You also said that paper will be mass-produced in the future, so use it.”
Zhou Zihao wrote a poem on it, Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", which is considered one of his favorites.
Of course, in order to let Mr. Gongsun know, he wrote it in the words at this time.
The characters only accounted for a small part, and Zhou Zihao drew Li Bai Wangyue's back, with a full moon and a few clouds on top as a backdrop.
The poems and paintings of a Pianpian son leaning on the corridor and homesick were born in Zhou Zihao's hands. Fortunately, his previous painting skills are not unfamiliar.
Mr. Gongsun looked at Zhou Zihao's writing on the paper with a pen, and was suddenly a little fascinated. It was the first time he saw that he could be so handsome when writing with a brush.
I thought he would stop after writing, but when Mr. Gongsun saw that Zhou Zihao was actually painting, he was secretly surprised that the paper had come to life in his hands.
It has been in the hands of Mr. Gongsun for many days, but it is just placed in the study, and has never been interested in painting and writing. He knew about the competition left by Zhou Zihao at that time, but after trying it a few times, he found it difficult to catch the eye, so he gave up.
Finally, if you come to Chu State for something, you will no longer care about the use of this paper.
"finished."
Looking at the words and paintings, Zhou Zihao reminded him of those ancient people who were drawn when he was holding Chinese textbooks and reciting books in primary school.
Every time I get a textbook, I can't help but look at the illustrations inside, but the text is automatically ignored, because many of them I don't know.
Mr. Gongsun leaned over to look at it, and the paper was not as permeable as he said, and it was similar to ordinary writing things.
"Mr. Zhou, are you homesick? There is a bright moonlight in front of your bed, and it seems like frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown." After Mr. Gongsun asked, he also read the poem above and found it catchy. , but he didn’t quite understand the meaning and could only guess based on the paintings above.
Zhou Zihao said: "I have a little bit of thought, but it's not as strong as above."
"The poems written by the son are not common poems. Did you make them up yourself?" Mr. Gongsun asked.
Zhou Zihao said: "The books I read are complicated, so I like to combine some words randomly. I copied the words from other places."
Zhou Zihao didn't want to shamelessly say that he wrote it. Anyway, this kind of poem was not popular at this time, so he just wrote it casually.
"But in my opinion, the charm of this poem is better than that of Qu Yuan, the first poet of Chu State. Can this poem and painting be given to me for collection?" Mr. Gongsun asked.
"of course."
If you don't accept the things you don't want, you will throw them everywhere.
"Wow, this painting is so beautiful. Did you draw it? Father-in-law."
Mr. Gongsun was about to put away the drawing paper when Suqin came in from the outside, pulled the drawing paper, and snatched it to look at it.
Mr. Gongsun shook his head and said, "How can I draw such a beautiful picture? These are all drawn by Mr. Zhou. He was afraid that I would not know how to use paper, so he took out a piece of paper to write poems and pictures on paper. You hold it in your hand. This is it."
The more Suqin looks at it, the more she likes it. She has seen a lot of clay figurines, but there are very few things like this. She has also seen many beautiful patterns on silk, but they are not good-looking.
Zhou Zihao guessed that it should be because the level of painting at this time has not reached a certain level, or the breakthrough is not big.
Suqin looked at Zhou Zihao and asked, "Young Master Zhou, can you draw a picture for me?"
Zhou Zihao smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with that."
Back then when she painted for her senior sister on the mountain and gave it to Wang Yanran, she was surprised by the comparison with herself on the water.
"Sit over there and don't move. I'll draw a sketch for you. I'm sure you like it."
"Okay, then I would like to thank you, Young Master."
Zhou Zihao took out another piece of paper, and Suqin sat down as required.
Mr. Gongsun didn't bother them, and stood quietly watching from the sidelines, wanting to see what level Zhou Zihao's painting skills had reached this week.
Zhou Zihao did not use a brush to draw this time, but used the pencil he carried with him to draw. This novel method made Mr. Gongsun confused when he saw that he could still do it like this.
Although there were many doubts and questions, Zhou Zihao was not disturbed, because he was so focused, he was very careful with every single thread and stroke.
After drawing for about 5 minutes, I described the general outline of Suqin, and the next step is to add some necessary parts, and this sketch can be completed.
Mr. Gongsun on the side looked at Suqin on the paper, and he was very surprised, how similar the painting was.
Suqin looked nervously at Zhou Zihao and Mr. Gongsun, especially her adoptive father's expression, which made her a little nervous.
"Phew...it's finally healed."
Zhou Zihao put away the pen in his hand, and exhaled heavily, as if he had held it for a long time.
That Mr. Gongsun has been shocked to petrification, because the painting is the same as a real person, even more vivid than a real person, as if he can walk out of the painting.
Seeing that Zhou Zihao was about to put away the pen in his hand, he hurriedly asked, "Can you show me the pen you draw?"
"Give."
Zhou Zihao handed it to him to let him see enough.
Suqin has long wanted to come over to take a look, and now that she's done, she can't wait to come over to take a look.
"This... is this painting me? It's so beautiful."
Suqin looked at herself in the painting and couldn't help but praise.
Zhou Zihao said, "How about it, do you like it?"
"Of course I like it."
Neither she nor Mr. Gongsun knew Zhou Zihao's real identity. They only knew that he came from Qi State to handle business, and they didn't know anything else.
Judging from Zhou Zihao's ability shown to them, they guessed that Zhou Zihao must have a very good relationship with the King of Qi.
Otherwise, why is there such an amazing ability, which makes him even more determined to return to Qi.
Zhou Zihao said to Mr. Gongsun: "Now I believe that paper has a great effect."
(End of this chapter)