[048] Ban Hua went to a certain Beijing University studio

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Su Xiyi took the painting that had been pierced with holes, and walked behind Ling Xiaotong without obeying her legs and feet.

"You drew this?"

Ling Xiaotong turned his head to look at it, and muttered in his heart, he said don't let Deng Meiji betray him, this is still selling him! The painting that he reproduced by the mirror image of his eyes can actually shock these two talented beauties, and Ling Xiaotong does not doubt his professional ability at all.

"Accidentally...... Just ......" Ling Xiaotong was ready to start editing.

"Don't tell me you drew it by accident, I'm not a three-year-old. When Su Xiyi heard Ling Xiaotong admit, she was even more shocked in her heart.

Each style of painting has its own characteristics, all of which are perceptions of life and ideals, and realism is famous for its authenticity of details, which is simply like a photograph, exactly the same, so that people cannot distinguish it. If it weren't for a closer look at his brushstrokes, and on a piece of torn paper, Su Xiyi would rather believe that it was taken with a digital camera.

"Ling Xiaotong, how many years have you studied? Su Xiyi didn't understand why he was pretending to be a rookie.

"Squad leader, I can't even tell the difference between Michelangelo and Rodin, you said I could study for a few years. Ling Xiaotong smiled bitterly, in fact, if it were herself, she would not believe that this was drawn by a beginner.

"You draw another one. Su Xiyi pointed to the still life table, yesterday's still life has not been put away.

"I'm blinded!" Ling Xiaotong hurriedly shook his hand.

"Do you think this is a multiple-choice question?ABCD? You can just sketch and draw a picture?" Su Xiyi raised her eyebrows and glared: "Don't lie to me." ”

Deng Meiji also came over at this time.

"Don't force him, a person who has learned to paint, no matter how stupid he is, he will not be stupid enough to paint colors with that watercolor pen, yesterday he came with a box of watercolor pens, do you think he can learn to paint?" Deng Meiji's words are not unreasonable.

"Yes...... But this, how can this be explained?" Su Xiyi raised the painting in his hand: "Genius? Even if it is Leonardo da Vinci, there is no genius to this point!"

"Genius of the world. Deng Meiji shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh~Mygad!" Su Xiyi looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly, she was really shocked.

Ling Xiaotong had to smile bitterly: Genius is fake, fake! If it weren't for that eye, his painting would still be a pee......

"I don't even know how I drew it. Ling Xiaotong rubbed his hands stupidly: "Really, if you let me draw it now, I won't be able to draw it." ”

"Ling Xiaotong, you are the most talented person I have ever met. Also, the one that makes me the most incomprehensible. Su Xiyi walked back sluggishly.

When she sat on the maza, she began to recall her 12-year art career, and began to come into contact with Chinese painting at the age of five or six, and later sketches, gouache, and oil paintings...... To this day, I don't know how those so-called realism were drawn.

There was once a famous teacher in China who painted a picture called "Pedestrian", used a projector to project the whole photo onto a huge screen, and then made small squares with an interval of one centimeter, and then made the same square on the screen, and compared each color block to complete.

It is said that the painter locked himself in the studio, and it took three months or more than 90 days to paint! After eating several boxes of instant noodles and smoking several cigarettes, he was no longer human, and he completed the milestone of his realism.

Ling Xiaotong: A guy who just knew how to hold a pencil and just knew gouache actually drew ......

"How is that possible!" Su Xiyi was a little frustrated, she was praised as a genius by her teacher when she focused on elementary school painting, and now, she found that a rookie was so much higher than her artistic comprehension. Even self-confidence has plummeted.

"The forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, the world is big, there are all kinds of strange things. Deng Meiji knew that this cousin was the kind of talented and competitive, and now she really saw that she was hit.

"I still can't believe it. Su Xiyi looked at Deng Meiji and held her mouth.

"Excellence doesn't mean that when he was in college, there was a pervert who could copy Van Gogh's sunflowers exactly the same. Deng Meiji could see it: "I can't say, Ling Xiaotong is also such a pervert." ”

"I'd rather be a pervert myself......" Su Xiyi shook her head with a wry smile, "I'm still far away." ”

This kind of stimulation became a reason for Su Xiyi to leave school.

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The high-rise buildings are full of dusk, and the sycamore leaves are raining.

An autumn rain, a cold, and soon the end of October, the courses of the third year of high school were completed ahead of schedule. The entire municipal No. 1 middle school has entered the final moment of the big review.

Watching Su Xiyi pack up her things, Ling Xiaotong felt really uncomfortable.

"Do you have to go there to learn painting?" Ling Xiaotong finally retained.

"Well, that's a cram school run by a teacher at the National Arts University. I have to go, there are still four months to go, and I have to prepare for the professional exams. After that, Su Xiyi crouched in Ling Xiaotong's ear: "Genius, I'm not as good as you." ”

Ling Xiaotong smiled faintly.

When there was no one in the studio, Ling Xiaotong would occasionally use her abilities to draw a few masterpieces that were enough to make the second daughter jaw-dropping.

"......" Ling Xiaotong was silent, feeling a burst of loss in her heart.

"Come on, too. Finally, the big review, strive for ...... We can all be admitted to the National Arts University. Su Xiyi smiled, like an angel who captivated the country and the city.

There is no one in the studio anymore, and on weekend nights, only Ling Xiaotong or Deng Meiji will be in the studio. No one else will give up this opportunity to rest.

"Hmm. Ling Xiaotong nodded.

After more than a month in the studio, although Ling Xiaotong is not a genius, he is not the kind of fool who has no light. Although Excellence doesn't look down on him, he still has the help of two talented women. Over time, I am not a stupid rookie, I know that structural sketching also pays attention to the structural relationship of objects, and I know that the premise of light and shadow sketching is that under the condition that the depicted object is accurate, I also know that color needs to be brushstrokes, and use reflection to express the texture of various objects......

Everything is not something that can be done in a day or two, but Ling Xiaotong can easily accomplish many things with the help of his eyes. Object structure modeling, object structure perspective, object texture expression, this is not a problem.

"Are you still in the studio today?" Su Xiyi packed her backpack.

Tomorrow, she will leave school for the time being and go to a certain Beijing, a big city where the National Arts University is located.

There is a studio she admires, the fifth studio, which is said to be opened by the old professor of the National Arts University, Professor Kong, who led the students to open a special training studio. They are all professors from the National University of Arts, or substitute teachers from outstanding students.

Generally speaking, students who have been trained there have a better chance of passing the major. After all, his student's painting style can leave an impression on the teacher. Su Xiyi went just to win it at one time, after all, there are too many people competing, and even some people have been repeating grades for seven or eight years, and they are still taking the National Arts University, and they are all art maniacs.

Ling Xiaotong also wanted to go, but he didn't have the opportunity to go.

First, now the family doesn't know that he is studying art, but they only know that he starts studying at night. Second, he didn't have that spare money, so he went to emergency training for four months, and the tuition fee was 4,000 oceans a month, 16,000! Ling Xiaotong didn't know if his passbook had this amount. Third, he doesn't need this urgent training at all, and he is still anxious about cultural classes now.

"If you don't want to go, I'll go first. I still have to go see Tang Meiji. Su Xiyi put the sketchpad on her back.

"I'll get it for you, and I'll go. Ling Xiaotong snatched the sketchpad backpack: "Meiniu'er, what's wrong with her?"