It was only then that Ding Xiaowei realized why the man's voice he heard in the room this afternoon was so familiar.

He has an impression of Wen Zi's paintings, although the two have only met once, but since the last exhibition, he has been secretly paying attention to the movements of Wen Zi's paintings, and he didn't expect to see him in his own home this time.

In Ding Xiaowei's heart, Wen Zihua can also be regarded as an idol-like figure.

Ding Xiaowei likes painting very much, and since the last time he participated in the art exhibition, he has been remembering Wen Zihua's painting skills, and he has never forgotten it for a long time.

Whether it is sketching or impasto, Wen Zi's attainments in painting are profound, and his works are the kind that people will never forget just by looking at them. Each of his paintings has one of the most eye-catching parts, and Ding Xiaowei always remembers that when he was at the art exhibition, he saw a sketch painting of a girl dancing ballet.

Under the pure black ink, the girl's charm is tightly drawn with only a few strokes, and the ballet costume and the girl's movements are all scribbled brushwork, only outlining a rough outline, but only the girl's dancing shoes, Wen Zi painted quite delicately, and even the dust on the sole and the line of the upper are drawn very clearly.

It stands to reason that this concise and realistic style will appear extremely impactful and abrupt when combined with a painting, but Wen Zihua does not know what technique is used to make the whole picture look harmonious.

At that time, Ding Xiaowei had a great interest in and admiration for the person who painted this painting.

Therefore, when Ding Xiaowei saw Wen Zihua himself, he showed great interest in him, and even because of his preconceived good feelings, he once wanted Wen Zihua and Ding Dong to make a pair.

In fact, he is also selfish, in order to ask Wen Zihua for advice on his painting skills.

Afterwards, he also searched for other works of Wen Zihua on the Internet, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he looked forward to when he could see him again, but unfortunately, until now, he has only seen that side with Wen Zihua.

Wen Zihua also recognized Ding Xiaowei in an instant, so he greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, little brother." ”

Seeing him again, Ding Xiaowei was holding a popsicle in his hand, his excitement was overflowing, and his mouth opened into an O-shape.

"Idol!" Ding Xiaowei hadn't seen Wen Zihua for a long time, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to say for a while, "Do you eat popsicles!"

Wen Zihua was dumbfounded, smiled and shook his head.

Ding Xiaowei couldn't wait to sit next to him, and began to crackle and pour beans and said: "I like your paintings very much, I have saved a lot of them in the album of my mobile phone! I also copied a few of your paintings, I didn't expect to see you today, I'm so happy." Can you sign me?"

Wen Zihua thought his reaction was very interesting, so he didn't refuse: "Okay, your sister said before that you like painting very much, do you mind letting me see your paintings?"

Ding Xiaowei went back to the room and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and began to find his sketchbook, he often painted in his spare time when he was in school, when he moved, the few books he used to paint were like something, he had to carry them personally, and he didn't let the movers do it at all.

After a while, he walked out of the room with four or five sketchbooks of different thicknesses, and sent them to Wen Zi's picture like a treasure, looking at him with blank eyes, and his heart was extremely worried, like a good child waiting for the teacher's approval.

Wen Zihua opened the sketchbook and looked at them carefully one by one, his face was impassive, but his eyes swept sharply over every detail of the painting.

Ding Xiaowei is the age of the second year of secondary school.,Most of the pictures in the book are heroes in the anime.,Occasionally, there are also very cute stick figure image paintings.。

He didn't learn to draw systematically, and the drawings in those sketchbooks were all sketches drawn with mechanical pencils, and the relationship between light and shadow was not very good, but he could still see that he drew with great care and the lines were very smooth.

Wen Zihua looked at it slowly and carefully, and after reading it, almost five minutes had passed.

He closed the sketchbook in his hand with a "snap", slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and looked at the thin boy in front of him with an intriguing gaze.

Ding Xiaowei's eyes flashed, looking at him with hopeful eyes, clenching his fists and waiting for what he was about to say.

"You're talented. Wen Zihua saw his nervous look, and did not hang him, reached out and picked up the gel pen that Ding Xiaowei had just taken out, and put his name on the blank page at the back of the sketchbook, and immediately raised his eyes to look at him, his tone was flat, but full of encouragement: "At your age, if you start systematic learning from now, it will not be too late." The point is, how passionate are you about drawing? Art is a chore, can you keep going?"

"I can!" Ding Xiaowei, who was affirmed by his idol, was suddenly as excited as if he had knocked over chicken blood, and after taking the sketchbook handed over by Wen Zihua, he opened the last page of the signature babylikingly, and touched it lightly with his fingers, but he was afraid that the ink would not dry, so he quickly withdrew his hand and looked at him excitedly.

Wen Zihua smiled lightly, reached out and touched his head.

"It's a good promise. However, many people learn to paint out of impulse, and feel that creating paintings is a thing worth showing off, so there are many people who give up halfway, buy a bunch of gouache paint, and finally put it all in the corner to accumulate dust. Wen Zihua said, his beautiful light brown eyes looked at Ding Xiaowei quietly, and his tone was a little more serious: "Tell me, why do you like to paint?"

This question seemed to stump Ding Xiaowei, he looked at Wen Zihua hesitantly, his lips moved, and he didn't say anything for a while.

After a while, he spoke sneeringly, with a bit of temptation in his tone: "Do you still need a reason to like it?" I just want to draw those things that I care about in my heart, so that I can look at them every day, which is a very happy thing. ”

He really wanted to draw Ding Dong as well, but his painting skills were not in place, and he didn't dare to touch the pen until now.

In his eyes, his sister is the most beautiful person in the world, and he doesn't want to use his clumsy painting skills to paint her as a four-like.

Wen Zihua pursed his lips and looked at him, his face was indifferent, but there was a circle of smiles in his eyes.

"I'm glad you like to draw. Wen Zihua said, leaning over and picking up another sketchbook, slowly flipping through the past page by page, his movements were gentle and soothing, and his voice was also clear, "Why don't you discuss with your sister and ask her to send you to our training center to study for a while?"

Ding Xiaowei didn't know that he was still teaching in the training center, and he was a little surprised for a while, but he slowly grew a little excited in his heart.

Does this mean that he can learn to draw under his idol?