Yang Donghua took the list all the way, looked all the way, there are really a lot of things that need to be bought, no wonder his parents used to say that studying art was like throwing money, fortunately, he is now self-reliant, spending his own earned money, full of confidence, in order to get close to his dream, he always has to pay more.

Sketching requires a lot of tools, including a variety of soft and hard pencils, charcoal, painting pens, as well as professional sketch paper, sketchbooks 8 and 16, sketchbooks, notebooks, sketchbooks, drawing boards, easels, painting clips, stools, sketchboards, etc.

In addition, there are often used tools such as erasers, utility knives, tool boxes, utility pens and other tools, Yang Donghua returned to the dormitory with two large bags full of things, and was immediately ridiculed by Zhang Qingjun in the same room.

"Tsk! Yang Donghua, Yang Donghua, Yang Donghua! What can I say about you? Twenty-four or five-year-olds, they don't save more money to marry their daughters-in-law, and they think about some messy things in their minds all day long, no wonder they can't find a partner!"

Yang Donghua didn't want to pay attention to him, people of about the same age spoke like a little old man, all day long, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and it was trivial to open his mouth, didn't he just talk about a girlfriend!

"Don't worry about my business! Hurry up and serve your girlfriend, wait for her to agree to marry you, and give birth to a big fat son quickly, and from now on, your wife and children will be hot on the kang and live a heavenly life!" Yang Donghua has always spoken politely, and he knows that Zhang Qingjun likes to listen to these words.

"Xiao Yang, I know you think I'm vulgar, but I'm also for your good, people, you have to live like most people to live comfortably, pursue mavericks all day long, sooner or later your head will break and bleed, I don't believe you walk and see!"

Yang Donghua didn't say a word, and stuffed the mp3 headphones into his ears, and he still listened to the pop songs that he had just downloaded two days ago.

Zhang Qingjun felt bored, nodded at him with his hand, and hated that iron could not be steel, picked up the basin and went to the public bathroom to take a bath.

"Today I watched the snow drift by on a cold night

, drifting away with a cooled heart, chasing in the wind and rain, unable to distinguish the trace in the fog, the sky is wide and you and me, but it will change. ”

Beyond's high-pitched and passionate singing voice deeply shook Yang Donghua's heart, "How many times, facing cold eyes and ridicule, I have never given up the ideal in my heart, and I was in a trance for a moment, and the feeling of loss has faded unconsciously." Forgive me for my uninhibited indulgence and love of freedom in this life, and I will be afraid that one day I will fall and abandon my ideals, anyone can do it, how can I be afraid that one day only you will be with me!"

Yang Donghua listened to the blood boiling, tears in his eyes, this song has transcended the scope of language and music, and has become a kind of faith, faith and strength!

On the day of the appointment, Yang Donghua came to me with all the painting supplies, Zhuge Jingwen was already waiting there, and Yang Donghua finally took the first painting class in his life.

Zhuge Jingwen explained the basic theory of painting to him in detail, and told him to start with sketching, "Sketching is the foundation of art painting, to learn it well, you need patience and perseverance, sketching practice is a very boring thing, you must have enough patience and perseverance to persevere!"

"Teacher, don't worry about this, I don't have anything else, I still have perseverance, I think my academic performance in school was very average, everyone else wanted to be admitted to college and be a boss, and I just wanted to be a train driver!"

Yang Donghua is still proud of his past: "At that time, I couldn't get into the driver's school with my grades, I was late to school, I was only fifteen or sixteen years old in the third year of junior high school, I was seventeen or eighteen years old, and my brain was not easy to use.

Zhuge Jingwen smiled, "Then you are really good! But in the matter of learning painting, perseverance and perseverance are not enough, you must also watch, listen, think, and practice more, and do not close the door."

Build a car, communicate more, and see more information works!"

When I was in school, I remember a text called Leonardo da Vinci to draw eggs, and I still remember it vividly, and I will work hard!"

"Your idea is very good, then let's draw eggs today!" Zhuge Jingwen laughed, turned around and went to the refrigerator to take out an egg, put it on a plate, and put it in front of Yang Donghua.

"Isn't it, do you really want to draw eggs?" Yang Donghua was stunned.

"Otherwise, this morning you have to draw two eggs in different light and shadow to be qualified, don't be verbose, let's start!"

Zhuge Jingwen put up the teacher's face, Yang Donghua immediately began to practice obediently, Yang Donghua said that he was zero-based, referring to the fact that he had never undergone professional guidance, because he liked to draw, and often scribbled on waste newspapers and old books.

It is the first time to paint eggs, it seems simple, but in fact, Yang Donghua is not satisfied with a few paintings, and the eggs painted are either slightly tilted, or the light and shadow are not coordinated.

Yang Donghua was a little upset, dissatisfied with the drawing paper, he casually threw it into the wastebasket, and the paper basket was almost full after a morning's work.

"Teacher, don't say that this egg is really not good to draw!" Yang Donghua finally left two that he was quite satisfied with, but he was not sure, and handed them to Zhuge Jingwen with a red face.

"It's already good to draw like this for the first time!" Zhuge Jingwen took out the waste manuscripts thrown away by Yang Donghua from the waste paper basket one by one and unfolded them, compare them yourself, is it more progressive each time?

Yang Donghua counted the total twelve pictures thrown away, and was startled, so he painted fourteen pictures by himself in one morning, and he actually painted so many!

"Therefore, you are still a little impetuous, painting too fast, try to calm your mind, calm your mood in order to observe the still life in detail, observe the changes of light and shadow, the light and shadow projected on the egg are different, the angle is also different, and even affect the size of the egg that the eye sees. ”

"Teacher, I remember! I will practice more when I go back!" Yang Donghua admitted in his heart that he was indeed a little anxious, and he was in a hurry to perform in front of the teacher before he took the first class, but he didn't expect it to be self-defeating, it seems that painting is really not achieved overnight, and it needs to be practiced and accumulated slowly.

"Well, it's a must to go back and practice more, in addition, you have to be good at summarizing, and you must make a summary of your experience at each stage, and it is best to make some simple notes and records!" Zhuge Jingwen assigned Yang Donghua's homework from a professional point of view.

"I'm back!" Xian Mi opened the door with the key hanging around her neck with her schoolbag on her back, "Mom, you haven't cooked again, I'm starving!"

"It's done, it's done! I made your favorite Yangzhou fried rice, as well as tomato and egg soup!" When Yang Donghua was practicing painting, Zhuge Jingwen went to the kitchen to make lunch.

"Hello uncle!" Xianmi was still so polite.

"Hello kids, why hasn't your father gotten off work yet?" Yang Donghua asked casually.

"That's all for today, I'll send you the schedule next Monday, if there's nothing else, you can get out of class!" Zhuge Jingwen suddenly became cold.

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Chapter 93: I'm crazy about painting