An Xiaosheng spent the first night in the 321 studio in the shock brought to him by Fu Ningshuang, he thought a lot about it that night, but in the end he still had firm beliefs and was ready to learn.

Listening to Mr. Xu and Mr. Yuan, as long as he works hard, there will be no problem in passing the joint entrance examination, Jiang University is a comprehensive university, and the probability of holding a separate art entrance examination is not large.

An Xiaosheng suppressed his impetuous heart, he came here to study hard and not look at anything else.

The next day, An Xiaosheng was arranged to paint alone in the third studio, a small simulation of three and a half hours. Sketch in the morning, color in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, when painting colors, Mr. Yuan specially collected the works on the wall for display, which was to prevent him from referring to them.

In fact, according to An Xiaosheng's level, even if it is placed in front of him, he will not be able to adjust a similar color, not to mention that his shape is weak.

After the end, Mr. Yuan took his paintings away, and there was a total score table for the first test in the first studio, and he entered the first studio after he finished, which was equivalent to taking a big class, there were more than 30 people in it, and An Xiaosheng was arranged to go in, which began his training career in the 321 studio.

He was the last person to enter, so the good position in front of the plaster statue had long been preempted, and he could only see the stitches and sit on the edge and the periphery.

Teacher Xu took a turn and replaced the previous one with a new printed test score.

On the test sheet this time, An Xiaosheng's test results today were added. An Xiaosheng's name appears on the statistical table, which also means that he has officially become a member of the studio.

Teacher Xu walked around the teacher, instructed a few people, and then stood behind An Xiaosheng.

An Xiaosheng very clearly sensed that Teacher Xu stopped behind him, with cold sweat on his forehead, very panicked, very weak-hearted, he didn't even know how to write, and his hand holding the pen was shaking in a panic.

"The next time you pick a good angle, the side is more reflective of the facial structure, but you have too much on this side. What do you draw? The back of the head?"

An Xiaosheng was silent.

Teacher Xu saw that he had been comparing the proportions for a long time and did not leave a positive stroke, and finally he had no heart to wait, so he directly asked An Xiaosheng to get up, sat down by himself, and took the pen to teach him to re-compare the proportions.

"It's very simple, compare, pinch the proportion, definitely fall on the paper, to achieve a goal, that is, you have a ruler in your heart. You've been comparing for a long time, and I don't know what you're comparing, big outlines, large proportions fall first, like this, look. Head, neck, shoulders, this proportion pulls a little. And then there's the angle of the head, and you look at the plaster as his perspective obliquely, first at the midline of the same level as it, and then at the position of the three courts and five eyes, look, such a stroke, such a stroke, doesn't the proportion of this head come out?"

An Xiaosheng instantly mastered the essentials of styling.

In fact, Mr. Zhao at school also taught him like this, but he was messed up when he drew it himself, so he forgot about it, and he knew that Mr. Xu was watching him, so he was so nervous that he didn't know where to start.

An Xiaosheng nodded silently, and when he saw Teacher Xu demonstrating in person, he seemed to understand better.

My brain is clear, but I don't know what it looks like to draw by myself.

Teacher Xu gave him a simple modeling demonstration in a few minutes, but Mr. Xu's level in a few minutes, An Xiaosheng had to grind for almost two days to reach this level.

Teacher Xu got up and whispered: "Okay, you can do it yourself, style first, don't look at everyone else's tone, and you are in a hurry to go up the tone." The type is paste, and the painting that comes out of black, white and gray is also paste, so why bother? It is better to start with the modeling, and it will be in place in one step. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, benefiting a lot.

An Xiaosheng sat back in his chair, held the pencil, and breathed a sigh of relief, firmly believing that he could, step by step, as long as he worked hard to grind on the painting, there would definitely be progress.

After Teacher Xu got up, he said lightly: "Your paper is very good, and the pen is also good, practice hard, don't let down such a good paper." ”

Such a good paper, there are few people in the studio to use it, such a thick, tactile and good, everyone keeps the color of the painting, and it is a waste to use it to draw sketches, and it is even more wasteful to use it on a rookie like An Xiaosheng.

But Teacher Xu didn't say much, just praised it.

An Xiaosheng nodded "mm-hmm", "This is what my sister bought." ”

Teacher Xu said: "The paper adds points, which is very good, and I am willing to invest in this area, which is very good." ”

Regardless of the level, at least it can be seen that the child's family is willing to invest in him, and as long as the family supports him, these children can move forward better. So Mr. Xu was very pleased.

An Xiaosheng began to draw a scoop according to the gourd, repeating Mr. Xu's methods and steps.

However, he really didn't have the ability to grasp it very well, and it took a few repetitions before he decided to make a big one.

Teacher Xu was very responsible and left after An Xiaosheng set the appearance.

"If you have any questions, ask your classmates, or see how everyone is doing, and you can refer to how others draw. Everyone is a classmate, and we can communicate and communicate. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, "Okay." ”

As soon as Teacher Xu left, two boys walked over.

"An Xiaosheng. ”

An Xiaosheng turned around, he was a classmate in the school class, and it was the two people who dragged him to watch Teacher Xu's propaganda class, one was named Zhou Shicai, and the other was Wenrenjie.

An Xiaosheng turned around and asked, "Have you started painting three colors?"

The two shook their heads, "We've only been here for a few days, this week's class has just begun, and today is the second day, so you're catching up with the class, not too late than us." ”

Literati Jie said: "We added two days today, two more days than you." ”

Zhou Shicai nodded, "We can't color either, Teacher Xu asked us to hook more." ”

"Yes, we're all weak. ”

An Xiaosheng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard them say this, it turned out that everyone was the same, so he was relieved.

Zhou Shicai and Wen Renjie squatted left and right beside An Xiaosheng.

Zhou Shicai said: "Do you know their tuition fees?"

An Xiaosheng shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Zhou Shicai said: "We were talking to the people over there with Zhou Li just now, and they said that they paid 30,000 yuan, and we only had 15,000. ”

An Xiaosheng was taken aback, although he was not a good gossip, but he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard that the tuition fee was doubled.

He asked, "Why are there so many of them?"

Wen Renjie replied: "Because they came here during the summer vacation, they came here after the end of the second year of high school, and they studied three or four months longer than us, but they were only half as many as us." ”

Zhou Shicai nodded: "It's not that we have more tuition per day than we do, but it's a pity that we didn't come at that time and missed the one-on-one class." The second studio next door, listening to them, almost all of them came during the summer vacation, and there were few people in the studio at that time, and Mr. Xu and Mr. Yuan were teaching by hand. Just like Teacher Xu taught you alone just now. The teacher said a word and gave us a point, and we can make great progress if we absorb and correct it. But now there are too many people, and the teacher can't take care of them. You may not feel the progress of sketching, they say that you can clearly see the progress is in the color class, they say that in a few days, you will be allowed to stride, really, very powerful. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, of course he believed in the level of Teacher Xu and Teacher Yuan, because he had already understood it just now.

Indeed, Mr. Xu gave him a few minutes of demonstration, while practicing his own theory.

Drawing while rehearsing, An Xiaosheng can certainly absorb quickly.

An Xiaosheng said: "We also study hard, and I feel that we can really learn something here." ”

Zhou Shicai and the questioner both nodded, "That's for sure, those cattle people in the second studio next door were all taught by Teacher Xu and Teacher Yuan themselves." They started out just like us. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, and the confidence in his heart instantly returned.

Zhou Shicai and Wen Jie returned to their seats, and An Xiaosheng painted his own.

When I looked down and looked up, it was already past dinner, it was already dark, and the bright lights were turned on in the studio.

It was the first time An Xiaosheng was so devoted to painting, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that it was dark, the lights were on, and he was in a trance for a moment.

I felt in my heart that there was a kind of magic here, which made him love painting more and more.

An Xiaosheng took a few steps back to look at his painting, and when he stood far away from the plaster, he saw the problem, and An Xiaosheng couldn't help but erase the shape that had been sketched and start over.

In the evening, people came in one after another, and everyone came back at about half past seven.

Painting here, painting to the point of forgetting to eat is a common thing, so An Xiaosheng did not go to eat, almost no one was surprised, and no one cared.

When Zhou Shicai and the others returned to the studio, they brought him a bottle of yogurt, but it wasn't just An Xiaosheng who didn't go to eat.

An Xiaosheng thanked him and continued to paint his own.

An Xiaosheng sat in his seat and finally realized why everyone came at night, because the plaster would be lit at night, and the light and dark effect of the plaster statue would be stronger and more obvious.

In school, there are not many people in the studio at night, because there are classes in the evening, and many times there are subject teachers to take care of them, and everyone does not have so much time to go to the studio during study, and they have to ask the subject teacher for leave to go to the studio. The culture teacher has always been on the wrong page with the art teacher, and always feels that the other party takes up too much of their time. Students who study art can't catch up with cultural classes in the first place, and they don't study seriously in the third year of high school, so can the university go down out of thin air?

An Xiaosheng began to paint again.

In the evening, Mr. Xu looked behind An Xiaosheng, said a few words, and felt that it was okay, the shape should be stable at the beginning, and if he found that the mistake was not in tune, he could modify it, and then left

An Xiaosheng has always remembered and painted by himself.

At eleven o'clock, there were still people among the teachers, and An Xiaosheng didn't want to go back.

Teacher Yuan came over and asked the students in the studio to prepare to go back to rest and continue painting tomorrow.

An Xiaosheng was a little reluctant, he could paint for a while.

"Can I still paint here at night?"

Teacher Yuan walked behind An Xiaosheng and gave An Xiaosheng an affirmation for a while: "The painting is good, it's okay." ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, "Thank you, Teacher Yuan." ”

Teacher Yuan said: "Take your time, painting is not something that can be done overnight, those who have painted well have been painting for many years, you should paint more steadily." ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, grateful to the two of them in his heart.

In the studio, it was about ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone left one after another, and there were few people in the studio at this time.

An Xiaosheng was the last to leave, and when he left, he was worried about what to do with the classroom door, but soon Gong Wei came back.

An Xiaosheng was surprised, "Squad leader, why are you back?"

Gong Wei smiled: "I came back and closed the door, basically every day at this time there is no one in the studio, the key is here." ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, Gong Wei closed the classroom door, and just got off the studio building, Fu Ningshuang came, and the three of them met.

Fu Ningshuang said: "Squad leader, borrow the key for me to use, I will go up and get my mobile phone, my mobile phone is still in the studio." ”

Gong Wei hurriedly handed her the key, "Will you open the door tomorrow?"

Fu Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, "Me?"

Gong Wei immediately said, "Forget it, I'll come, you can go." ”

Fu Ningshuang went upstairs, and An Xiaosheng hurriedly asked, "Squad leader, when does it usually open in the morning?"

Gong Wei said: "Class at eight o'clock, I will come over at half past seven and open the door, and then go to breakfast." ”

"Can you open the door earlier?"

Gong Wei smiled and said: "You see it's already past eleven o'clock, and you can't rest immediately when you go back, it's already very early at half past seven, and few people come early, everyone will come when they are in class." ”

An Xiaosheng said: "I wanted to come to paint early, I painted too badly. ”

Gong Wei said: "In this case, let Fu Ningshuang give you the key later, and you will take care of the key, so that you can paint as early as you want in the morning and as late as you want in the evening." But now it's too cold at night, I suggest you don't stay up late and sleep well to draw well. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, "Thank you, squad leader." ”

After just a day or two here, An Xiaosheng felt unprecedented unity, the whole studio felt like a rope, everyone was working together to do one thing, just to do this one thing well, everyone would help each other, which made An Xiaosheng very moved.

In the blink of an eye, An Xiaosheng stayed in the studio for a month, and he went home in the middle, because the eldest sister finally woke up, and the wedding of the eldest sister and brother-in-law arrived two days later, so he asked for leave and went back once.

An Xiaosheng went back to the studio and caught up with the last class of the sketching class.

Sketch classes are both large and half-open. After a week's worth of large-scale paintings, I changed to a half-open work for three days.

An Xiaosheng could only paint for one day this time, but somehow, from the beginning of the pen, it was very smooth. The proportions, the big silhouette soon came out.

It was as if he had suddenly opened his mind, and the theories and calculations that the teacher had talked about began to be slowly digested and expressed in his paintings little by little.

After a morning, he had already made his shape, ate two slices of bread casually at noon and repaired it, knowing that the literati had asked him to eat, he reluctantly agreed to leave the studio.

The studio is occupied at any time of the day, so you don't have to close the door at noon.

An Xiaosheng, Wen Renjie, and Zhou Shicai returned to the classroom from the cafeteria, and Teacher Xu was standing in front of An Xiaosheng's easel.

An Xiaosheng sighed in his heart, and walked over nervously, he only had one day to paint today, so everyone else had almost finished the tune, and the black, white and gray could be retracted at a glance, and he was just a white shape.

Teacher Xu turned his head to look at An Xiaosheng, "Yours?"

An Xiaosheng nodded weakly, and Teacher Xu asked again: "Can you finish painting today? Tomorrow I will start to color, and the plaster statue will be moved." ”

An Xiaosheng said softly: "I will do my best, I invited home two days ago, and there is something ...... at home."

Teacher Xu waved his hand, "I know, let's draw." ”

An Xiaosheng was so nervous that he was sweating, and he didn't hear Mr. Xu say how he painted, and he kept feeling empty.

Teacher Xu walked out of the studio, it was not yet class time, but everyone was full.

Teacher Xu communicated with Teacher Yuan in the corridor and said in a low voice, "An Xiaosheng is a seedling." ”

Teacher Yuan nodded, "I've seen it." ”

Teacher Xu smiled, with a slightly silly expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "When I first came, I painted it like that......