【038】Watercolor pen?!

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"Who are you talking about?" Deng Meiji said angrily: "If you dare to come over, I will immediately tear your mouth and gouge out your eyes!"

The words made the whole class break out in a cold sweat, and some of them who knew what happened yesterday couldn't help but want to laugh and cry. Laughing is that funny scene, crying is that scene when I see the two kissing, jealous.

"What's wrong with you two, have you taken gunpowder?" Su Xiyi didn't know, and didn't care about this, so she directly changed Ling Xiaotong's things with herself.

Ling Xiaotong couldn't cry or laugh, sandwiched between two beauties, and others were envious. If someone had been sandwiched between these two beauties before, Xia Qianhe would definitely be unwilling, but he could see that Ling Xiaotong liked that Su Da Mei, and if you gave him bear heart and leopard guts, he wouldn't dare to make a mistake, and honestly followed behind Ling Xiaotong.

This, next to others, there is a small toolbox, which is put in gouache, what single number double number, large size and small size, soft and hard bristles, add up to more than a dozen, and paint box or something, if there is no toolbox, it really can't be placed.

And Ling Xiaotong is gone, and people come directly with watercolor pens for children's paintings!

"You, what are you, and you still write calligraphy?" Ling Xiaotong looked at the handful of gouache in Su Xiyi's hand, puzzled.

"Have you ever seen a flat-mouthed brush? Ling Xiaotong, you don't know any gouache, you, what's in your bag?" Su Xiyi began to doubt, and asked suspiciously while taking out the gouache paint box.

Ling Xiaotong also saw the small box in Su Xiyi's hand, one by one, colorful, very good-looking!

Su Xiyi saw that Ling Xiaotong didn't speak, and curiously opened his red silk bag, a box of things that made her cry and laugh - watercolor pens?!

"You...... ......Shh Ling Xiaotong, you are so great, so amazing, watercolor pen, how old was this when you were old?" Su Xiyi couldn't help laughing as she took out Ling Xiaotong's watercolor pen.

"Hahaha......" This made the whole studio laugh, and this guy was also teased, and came to class with a watercolor pen.

"Mentally retarded, really mentally retarded, this is a kindergarten. Deng Meiji really felt that she had lost to this mentally handicapped person, and she actually took a watercolor pen to paint colors in the studio! When she thought of her first kiss, she was actually thrown on this guy's body, and she was depressed.

Ling Xiaotong looked at the way everyone laughed, and was a little annoyed: "What are you laughing at, don't you just don't know! Those who don't know are not guilty, is it interesting to laugh at others." ”

Seeing that Ling Xiaotong was unhappy, Xia Qianhe yelled and reprimanded a few happy guys who were laughing: "Laugh at it!

Except for Deng Meiji's disappointed face, the others continued to be secretly happy, even Su Xiyi secretly covered her mouth from time to time.

"Malegobi, there's a lot of this. Ling Xiaotong couldn't help but burst into a foul language, causing such a big joke, I'm afraid it will all spread tomorrow: a stupid fork came out of the studio, holding a watercolor pen to paint colors.

Hearing this scolding, Su Xiyi frowned.

"I still have an old set of cherry blossoms, you can use it first. "I don't know who said that.

"Brother Hitomi, use mine. Brother, this is there. We don't need that little Japanese broken cherry blossom, I'll get you a new one tomorrow, Marley, Windsor Newton are you pick!" Xia Qianhe helped Ling Xiaotong reject the man, and then flattered.

disappointed, Ling Xiaotong was on fire in her heart. I should have known that this watercolor pen can't draw the kind of colorful painting on the wall, and it's really a shame to do this!

"Teacher Zhuo is here!" someone shouted.

Suddenly, the noisy studio fell silent. The color still life is divided into three groups of people, there are more than a dozen groups in the group, and there is a group in front, but there is no one. Ling Xiaotong and Su Xiyi, Deng Meiji, and they were in a group, this was a stupid decision.

Look at this table, on the white interlining, there is a dark yellow silk cloth with a matching color, a colored porcelain vase, a black pottery low clay pot, and a brown clay pot lying behind, on the plastic tray next to the wooden cutting board in the middle, there is a kohlrabi and two green peppers, a stainless steel fruit knife on the edge, and there are green onions, ginger, garlic, and potato scrapers placed next to the table......

Why do you say that Ling Xiaotong is stupid? Look at this room full of things, there are cloth, porcelain, pottery, mud, plastic, stainless steel, wood, and take-out mess, just like the vegetable market!

Art sketching, pay attention to a spatial modeling. And what about the color? It's a kind of painting made by mixing flour pigments with water. Its performance is characterized by being between opaque and translucent, and the color can produce artistic effects such as gorgeous, soft, bright and rich on the picture, which is to express the texture of an object.

How many different textures there are on this table!

Look at the simplest set, a pale blue interlining, a black porcelain vase, plus an apple and an orange. No wonder no one was in front of that group.

"It's early. After Excellence came in, he said hello briefly.

When Ling Xiaotong saw his gentleman's frank appearance, he instantly thought of his shameless thing last night, and immediately began to look at it to see if the girl named Qiu Jing had come. Yo, I didn't come, could it be that I was tired last night? I walked against the wall, right......

"Ling Xiaotong, what are you doing there?" Thinking about it, Zhuo Zhuo came over and interrupted his train of thought.

"Draw here. Ling Xiaotong said disapprerovingly, thinking that when he saw that yesterday, Ling Xiaotong didn't have a good impression of this excellence. Even if you are happy, you can't destroy the flowers of the motherland.

"You still haven't learned to walk, and you want to run?" asked Zhuo Zhuo, "Do you think you can draw it?"

Of course! Ling Xiaotong's eyes widened, and he pondered in his mind: Don't talk about this little gadget, buddy can even draw that renminbi as fake and real! But this thought to himself, he really didn't dare to use that ability to scan and copy.

"It's a bit difficult. Ling Xiaotong touched his chin and admitted that if he wanted to rely on his real level, he wouldn't be able to draw it even if he was killed.

"Just get it, go over there. Excellence pointed to the group of two fruits in the black bottle, and his tone couldn't help but reveal contempt.

Even though he was unhappy in his heart, Ling Xiaotong still left upside down, squatting in front of this still life that no one cared about. Xia Qianhe also looked at his eyes, picked up his gouache box, grabbed a handful of gouache of various numbers, and sent it over.

"Whose watercolor pen is this?" Zhuo Zhuo immediately discovered Ling Xiaotong's antique, and the whole class burst into laughter with one sentence, this teacher was present, Xia Qianhe didn't dare to shout, just glared at a few lively guys who laughed.

In the midst of laughter, Ling Xiaotong began his first color.