Yang Donghua has been learning to paint for more than two months in my painting frenzy, and he learned from other students that Zhuge Jingwen has been single, and his daughter Xianmi is ten years old this year, and she will be a fourth-grade student when she starts school in the summer.

Yang Donghua suddenly realized, no wonder Zhuge Jingwen, the father of Xianmi, had a cold attitude when he mentioned Xianmi, he was too reckless, but who would have thought that Zhuge Jingwen was in this situation.

Yang Donghua is twenty-five years old, and his parents have begun to manage his life's affairs, and every time he goes home, his mother will sit next to him and nag about how old this acquaintance's daughter is, what occupation, and what is the situation of that colleague's niece, and ask him to arrange a time to meet.

Yang Donghua is worried about the blind date, what sparks can two strangers who don't know collide? It's nothing more than choosing a match for himself according to his own conditions, what is the difference between choosing a product in the store?

So in the face of his mother's nagging, Yang Donghua always said that he was busy with work, and after he started to learn painting, he rarely went home, and in his spare time after work, he stayed in my painting mania.

It was Friday, Yang Donghua came to the studio as scheduled, Zhuge Jingwen first explained and commented on his homework to him, and then gave him detailed instructions on the problems that need to be paid attention to in painting.

"Xiao Yang, to be honest, you still have some talent, in just over two months, you have made much faster progress than the students of the same period, but you also have some problems, such as the heart is not quiet enough, which can be reflected in your paintings, and there are still some impetuousness in your heart. ”

Yang Donghua couldn't help nodding, it is true that his mood has been more complicated recently, and he has a lot of problems to consider, not only considering the conflict between his career and hobbies, but also full of some inexplicable things in his heart, which makes him a little panicked.

"Drawing is the foundation of painting, and the first thing is to be full of life, only to produce

The beauty of nature, the reasonableness of beauty can produce a certain mood or meaning, so before choosing a still life, you should have a concept, do not blindly piece together a bunch of still life, such a work has no soul. ”

Zhuge Jingwen pointed to a pot of hydrangeas in the courtyard, "For example, if you want to paint this pot of hydrangeas now, you must have a center, a change, and a contrast."

, sketch still life should first choose a subject still life, the general shape is larger, occupy the main position of the composition, in the idea and tone of the decision

Function!"

"Do I still want to paint the things next to me?" Yang Donghua tried to concentrate his spirit, Zhuge Jingwen wore an off-white knitted top today, a khaki gauze long skirt below, and his hair was tied up with a white silk embroidered handkerchief at will, the whole person looked particularly refreshing and elegant, and Yang Donghua couldn't help but feel his heart ripple.

Zhuge Jingwen didn't know what he was thinking, and continued to explain: "When choosing the subordinate still lifes next to it, we should consider their changes in size, height, squareness, depth and texture, and not be too single or too mixed

Chaos, so that we can obtain the ideal effect of both central order and contrasting changes! Can you understand when I say this?"

"Understood!" Yang Donghua nodded hurriedly, "Then teacher, I'll draw this pot of hydrangea today!"

Zhuge Jingwen was going to trim the wood incense on the scaffolding when Yang Donghua was painting the hydrangea, there was a small wooden ladder at home, Zhuge Jingwen carefully placed the wooden ladder against the wall, held gardening scissors in one hand, and slowly climbed to the highest place with the other hand.

This year's woody fragrance is good, you can smell its crisp aroma within a radius of dozens of meters, after the flowering season, if you don't prune in time, it will bear fruit, which will not only affect this year's drawing, but also affect next year's flowering.

Zhuge Jingwen is actually a little afraid of heights, the yard is narrow, the ground is uneven, Zhuge Jingwen will shake a little every time she prunes the ladder, which makes her heart tremble.

Fortunately, there is still the last big branch, Zhuge Jingwen grabbed the scaffolding with one hand, and tried to stretch out his right hand forward, wanting to prune the branches, due to the impatience of the action, Zhuge Jingwen's ladder slipped on the ground, and it was about to be dumped!

Zhuge Jingwen screamed in fright, threw the gardening scissors in his hand, grabbed the scaffold tightly with both hands, and the ladder slammed into the opposite wall, but Zhuge Jingwen hung on the scaffolding with both hands, swinging back and forth but did not dare to let go and jump to the ground.

Yang Donghua rushed over without thinking about it, hugged Zhuge Jingwen with both hands, and steadily rescued her from the scaffolding.

Zhuge Jingwen woke up from the panic and found that his hand was still on Yang Donghua's shoulder, very embarrassed, and quickly let him go, laughing at himself, "Scared me to death! Fortunately, there are students here, otherwise I would have fallen! Thank you, Xiao Yang!"

Yang Donghua had never seen Zhuge Jingwen so closely, and he found that the more carefully Zhuge Jingwen looked, the more he felt good-looking, and he was stunned for a while.

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking?" Zhuge Jingwen looked at him suddenly with a blurred look in his eyes, his eyes flickered, this Xiao Yang is really terrible, isn't there a problem with his brain?

"Oh!oh! It's okay! I'll help you move the ladder back!" Anyway, regardless of whether Zhuge Jingwen agreed or not, he picked up the ladder and went to the storage room.

Along the way, Yang Donghua found that his face was hot, what the hell is going on?

Back to the drawing board, Yang Donghua calmed down and continued to draw the pot of hydrangeas, Zhuge Jingwen picked up a few blooming moons and inserted them into the vase.

"This is your next homework, pay attention to the layers and shadow parts of the petals!" Zhuge Jingwen was rarely happy, she smiled and put the vase on the flower stand in front of Yang Donghua, turned around and walked into the room.

Yang Donghua's eyes stared at the pot of red hydrangea, but the slender back of Zhuge Jingwen appeared in his mind, the busy figure next to the flower wall in the moon season was so elegant and charming, every detail of Zhuge Jingwen's body, Yang Donghua was engraved in his heart, the white embroidered handkerchief that tied his hair, the brooch on the knitted sweater, every detail was so admirable, Yang Donghua was intoxicated with everything in Zhuge Jingwen and couldn't extricate himself.

Xianmi got out of school, Yang Donghua jumped to the door with an arrow, and magically took out a beautiful lollipop from his pocket, in a rainbow shape round by circle, "Xianmi is out of school?

Xianmi cautiously glanced at the back room, did not find Zhuge Jingwen, and happily took it and ate it, this kind of candy is beautiful and delicious, several classmates in the class secretly took the rainbow lollipop to school, showed off and quietly ate it, which made Xianmi envious for a long time.

"Zhuge Xianmi, who made you eat strangers' food? Have I forgotten what I tell you every day?" Zhuge Jingwen suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Mom! Uncle Yang is not a stranger...... Xian Mi was so frightened that she quickly wrapped the leftover lollipop.

"That's right, Xianmi is still a child, teacher, don't embarrass her!" Yang Donghua hurriedly helped to intercede.

"Yang Donghua, you have to remember that you are here to learn painting, if you don't want to study hard, don't come in the future!" Zhuge Jingwen's voice began to become cold again, and the cold made Yang Donghua shudder!

Yang Donghua lowered his head in embarrassment, "Okay teacher, I was wrong! I won't make any more mistakes in the future!"

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Chapter 97: Distance