$645 Lanxiang, Dunhuang Painting and Calligraphy Institute

Chen Pingan's eyes, which were originally staring at the screen, slightly condensed.

The camera on the big screen was slightly further away.

At this time, all that could be seen were the lines that outlined the portrait, and it was far from being colored.

Perhaps for the purpose of display and publicity, this was a half-body Buddha statue of about 120x60.

I don't know which statue it is, but I just think it looks good.

The smooth and round lines seemed to be overflowing, making people feel inexplicably peaceful.

Occasionally, the side face of the painter and half of his shoulders and arms could be seen in the camera.

Chen Pingan suddenly strode forward.

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly nodded to another bodyguard. The two hurried forward one after the other to squeeze out a way for the boss.

Chen Pingan nodded to the bodyguard and said "thank you" seriously.

The bodyguard grinned and said, "Boss, be careful, there are indeed a lot of people."

Chen Pingan squeezed into the crowd and came to the front, only to find that in fact, in order to protect the Chinese personnel who came to exchange, and also to allow the participants to see more clearly, a two-meter isolation zone has been set up.

In a space of about ten square meters, a young woman was painting with her head down on a huge workbench.

Because she was looking down, Chen Pingan could not see her face. He could only see that she was wearing a white short-sleeved cashmere sweater. There were rolls of paper on one side of the workbench, and she was bending over to paint.

There was a pushable cart on the left side of the workbench.

There were various bottles on it, and there was also a larger bottle on the side.

More than a dozen plates of different sizes were stacked together, not the common palette.

There was also a large text and picture introduction on the wall behind the woman, which was about this painter.

Chen Pingan read it carefully.

The woman's hairstyle at this time was the same as the one in the picture, a simple bun, for the convenience of painting.

The woman in front of her, named Lanxiang, did not raise her head, and was painting quietly. The whispers around her and the sound of mobile phone cameras did not affect her at all.

Chen Pingan watched for a while and thought that it would look better if he lit a stick of incense next to her.

He just stood in the front and watched Lanxiang finish the outline of the lines.

The big screen showed her using a thin brush to paint directly on the white paper.

There was no draft, just one stroke!

It can be seen that when she saw the paper, the image in her mind had already come out. What she did was just to trace the lines that were already on the paper with a pen.

Chen Pingan watched for nearly an hour, and then Lanxiang stood up, gently pounded her thin waist with her slender hands, put down the pen, took a small plate and put it aside.

Then he chose a bottle, opened it, and poured out some powder.

She raised her head and looked at the audience in front of her. When her eyes swept over Chen Ping'an's face, she paused for a moment.

Then she said, "These bottles contain mineral powder, which is also a natural pigment.

After fine grinding and mixing with special glue, these colors can remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Ancient murals and Buddha statues all used such pigments, so even after thousands of years, they can still maintain their original colors without fading.

Moreover, the coloring process is very complicated. Basically, more than three layers are required. The most time-consuming part of these portraits is coloring..."

She spoke in Chinese, but now Chinese is the most important international language, and basically everyone can understand it.

There were also people who whispered to explain to those who didn't understand it.

When she stood up, Chen Ping'an also saw her appearance.

In two lives, he had seen countless beauties, but no woman could make him feel peaceful and comfortable from the bottom of his heart just by seeing a photo.

He had seen stunning, sexy, charming, well-built, and beautiful women who looked like they were not human.

Even though he was still in a soul state at that time and could not generate any desire, he had indeed seen a lot.

Yuncheng is a southern city, and southern women are petite and have good skin, so fundamentally he has seen too many beauties.

In the past two years, there are many things to do, but whether it is Dong Wanwan, Huo Shiyun or Mao Peiyao, which one is not beautiful in their own way?

The photo alone made him feel different. When he saw her appearance, Chen Pingan felt that no words could describe his current feelings.

If he had to make an evaluation of the appearance of this woman, he would rather describe it as "pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the heart".

He admitted.

He was interested in this woman.

Chen Pingan watched her pick up the big bottle, pour some on the paint, and then began to stir.

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder gently, and he turned to see his father, "Do you want to see more?"

Chen Shaohua asked in a low voice.

Chen Pingan raised his hand to check the time. Unknowingly, he had been standing for almost an hour.

Looking at Lanxiang who had already started to paint with a brush, he sighed and said, "Let's go."

After he squeezed out with Chen Shaohua, he saw Chen Shuhui and Liu Qing also looking up at the big screen.

"Brother, this woman is amazing! She paints so well."

Chen Shuhui exclaimed, but her voice was not loud.

Chen Ping'an nodded, "It's amazing. I like these paintings very much. They can make me feel calm."

He glanced at the screen again and said, "Let's go and ask someone to buy some pictures later."

Chen Shuhui continued: "I watched it yesterday, and I still find it incredible when I watch it again today.

She must have drawn countless paintings to be able to sketch directly on white paper and succeed in one go.

Moreover, she is so beautiful.

Brother, I have never seen a more beautiful sister than her. "

Chen Pingan chuckled and said: "Huihui, what you said is not quite right.

If you really look at the facial features and facial contours, she is not the most beautiful.

The key is that her temperament and talent will make her leave an unusual impression... the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes, and she is also very pleasing to the eye.

This is what most people don't have. "

Chen Shaohua coughed and said, "Don't you want to buy a few? Otherwise, go over and ask how to sell them?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No need. I'll just arrange for someone to buy it."

Edwards and Brianna pulled Delma over.

Rarely, Delma was holding a prayer wheel in her hand, and she obviously couldn't put it down.

Chen Pingan stared at the prayer wheel for a while, "Edwards, I want to buy all the paintings painted by that woman."

He pointed to the big screen.

Edwards took a look and said, "I haven't done much research on this."

Chen Ping'an said: "You have not studied Tibetan Buddhism. This woman's name is Lan Xiang, from the Dunhuang Painting and Calligraphy Academy.

Very young and beautiful.

Her paintings make me feel calm and peaceful. "

Edwards looked at him with inquiring eyes, and Chen Pingan nodded.

"Okay, leave it to me. No matter how many paintings she draws, I will buy them."

Then, he said to Brianna and Delma: "You go back first, I'm going to do something!"