After class at half past nine in the evening, Mr. Xu made a comment.

An Xiaosheng knew that he couldn't draw well, and if he was given more time, even if it was one more day, he would be able to paint more completely.

The students who were commented on left one after another, and An Xiaosheng always stayed at the end, because he was weak-hearted, worried that his paintings would not be able to be handled, worried about being ridiculed, and extremely unconfident.

But there are also a few people left behind, such as his two brothers, Zhou Shicai and Wen Renjie, and Teacher Yuan, the color teacher who will have classes tomorrow. There are also two people in the second studio, and Fu Ningshuang is also among them.

Several people stood in front of An Xiaosheng's painting, and no one made a sound before Mr. Xu spoke.

Teacher Xu turned to An Xiaosheng, "What do you think?"

An Xiaosheng had a weak heart, so he painted for a day.

He was very unconfident and said in a low voice: "I know there are flaws, I haven't finished painting yet, there seems to be problems with the shape and structure, and the relationship between black, white and gray is not very obvious." ”

If there is still time, he will make up for it.

Teacher Xu said "um", and then asked An Xiaosheng again, "You have been painting in the studio for a month, do you feel that you have improved?"

An Xiaosheng was a little surprised, and then nodded lightly, "Yes." ”

He has a lot of clarity about how to draw and how to deal with it.

Even the most basic way to hold the pen, how to hold the pen, how to use the pen, holding the pen in your hand, the lines of the nib, etc., have improved.

Teacher Xu nodded, "You can feel that you have made progress, An Xiaosheng, you go over there and find the one you drew on the test on the first day you came here." ”

The first time he came in, he was a big hit among all the students.

However, the teacher also said that only those who flick their tails can see progress.

has reached the level of Fu Ningshuang and Chen Hanqi, and it will be more difficult for them to make visible progress.

But An Xiaosheng is different, he has improved a little, and everyone can see it. Because his starting point is too low.

An Xiaosheng searched for a long time and found the one he tested when he first entered the studio.

If he hadn't been sure that he had written the name, he wouldn't have believed that he had drawn this ghost thing in his hand!!

An Xiaosheng's ears were a little red, and Teacher Xu beckoned to him: "Take it and compare it yourself." ”

Mr. Xu smiled, because the tonnage is relatively large, so he laughs cutely, but the tall man who is one hundred and eighty-nine years old, it is really a bit inappropriate to describe him as "cute".

An Xiaosheng looked at Mr. Xu and used a clip to clip the painting on the drawing board.

"Has there been any progress?" asked Teacher Xu again.

This comparison, everyone laughed, it was simply heaven and earth.

An Xiaosheng himself couldn't believe that he was at this level at the beginning, and he was suddenly very grateful to Teacher Xu, and grateful to the two teachers for not persuading him to quit when they saw the first picture he drew in the test.

An Xiaosheng's face turned red from the root of his ears to white, and he whispered: "Thank you, Teacher Xu, for not giving up on me." ”

Teacher Xu patted him on the shoulder, "Now that you can be admitted to a good university, do you have confidence?"

An Xiaosheng nodded firmly, "Thank you, Teacher Xu." ”

He himself feels that he has improved, because his pen has become much calmer and clearer. But he didn't expect such a big improvement.

And today's one is a finished product.,In fact, the basic black-and-white relationship has come out.,The modeling ability is also okay.。 But he feels that there is still a lot to be painted, and there are still many details to be depicted, especially the facial features.

But when I was testing, he couldn't draw for three hours, and he felt that it was full. Now let's look at the work from a month ago...... Unable to look directly.

Teacher Xu patted An Xiaosheng, "It's a good thing to have progress, and now I'll tell you about your current problems." ”

Mr. Xu talked to him about the structure, light and shade and the handling of details.

"When doing the details, use a small pen, the tip of the pen is thin, and the two strokes should be rotated to maintain delicate strokes, so that the lines are beautiful. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded again and again, and after each one was over, he could gain a lot, which inspired him to continue painting.

But tomorrow the color class begins.

After Teacher Xu finished commenting, he turned to the next one, and the three of them were sitting together, with Zhou Shicai and the literati Jie Du An Xiaosheng next to them.

An Xiaosheng seriously changed his paintings, and didn't listen to Zhou Shicai's comments much, so he didn't know what he said.

Suddenly, he was named by Teacher Xu, "Ask An Xiaosheng, how do people practice? ”

Teacher Xu's tone instantly became heavy.

An Xiaosheng suddenly listened to his name, subconsciously looked over, and didn't know what was going on at all.

It was just so that Zhou Shicai looked at him, his eyes ...... Not very friendly.

An Xiaosheng left his seat and stood over, a little unclear.

Gong Wei stood behind and said: "An Xiaosheng is very hardworking, he goes back to the dormitory late every night, and he comes early in the morning, and he has been painting. ”

Teacher Xu said: "Well, people know that stupid birds fly first, look at An Xiaosheng's progress, he is diligent and can make up for his clumsiness, you are still people who have studied for more than two years." Zhou Shicai, talk about your own problems. ”

Zhou Shicai was not convinced, "My black, white and gray are all out, and An Xiaosheng has no details." ”

Teacher Xu said: "Let's not explain the dark relationship, right, look at the shape, do you see that plaster like this?"

Mr. Xu pointed to his painting, "The mouth is crooked like this, and the perspective of the eyes is also problematic. ”

This is a typical white blind good angle.

Generally, it is about 45 degrees on the oblique side of the painting target, which is the best position for painting.

Zhou Shicai, An Xiaosheng, and Wen Renjie relied on their height, and An Xiaosheng was the one who opened the studio every day, and they were the first to enter the classroom, and the three of them occupied one of the best positions almost from the second time.

Zhou Shicai didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face.

Teacher Xu said: "There is no one here to eat the old book, don't think that grinding the same painting every day is useless, after going to university, the university teacher will put a cube in the modeling class and let the students draw for a week." A cube, you can put it, you won't have to draw it in an hour, right?"

Zhou Shicai was a little unconvinced, and said: "I am also studying hard, and I am also working hard, but I didn't get up early and return late, which doesn't mean I don't work hard." ”

Teacher Xu nodded, and then asked, "Has there been any progress?"

"Yes. ”

As he spoke, he also ran to get the test painting and sandwiched it next to today's painting.

In this comparison, the improvement is indeed great.

When I entered the studio, the painting didn't seem to be black and white, and the whole picture was gray, but the better thing was that the shape was good, at least the plaster painted was like that, which was much better than An Xiaosheng's at first glance.

Zhou Shicai himself looked at the two paintings on the side and seemed to be very satisfied with his progress.

Teacher Xu wanted to speak several times, but he couldn't bear to blow.

In the end, he said: "Then look at the difference between the painting you painted today for three days and the one that others only painted for one day." ”

Zhou Shicai took a quick look and said, "I've seen it, he painted it well." ”

Don't care if this is sincere, but Teacher Xu is angry.

"You've been drawing for three years......

Zhou Shicai said: "I have also made progress, I am also serious, Mr. Xu, I can't become a big fat man in one bite, I have to take my time, I have only been in the studio for a month." ”

You can't become a fat man in one bite, and this is somewhat aimed at Mr. Xu, who has a body size of two or three hundred pounds.

Everyone felt embarrassed, and Teacher Xu was speechless, "Okay, you are not strict with yourself, I can't help you." ”

Gong Wei stood beside Zhou Shicai and whispered, "Teacher Xu thinks you can draw better." ”

Zhou Shicai didn't speak, he knew that Mr. Xu wanted him to be better, but the level of this matter, stable and good drawing, if you are not careful, there will be a little problem. In fact, I usually do get better than today's one, at least the hook will be better. He has always considered himself very capable of styling. But it is not admitted that there is no laxity in the hook type.

An Xiaosheng looked at everyone, didn't speak, sat back in his seat, and continued to change his paintings.

After commenting on Zhou Shicai's paintings, Mr. Xu was obviously in a bad mood, and everyone didn't say a word.

There were fewer and fewer people in the studio, and almost all of them left.

Teacher Xu stood behind An Xiaosheng, who was so engaged that he didn't notice anyone behind him at all.

After a long time, Teacher Xu said, "Go back and rest." ”

An Xiaosheng was startled, but then said: "Tomorrow I will paint the color, I want to paint a little more, it's not too late, I can paint for a few more hours." ”

Teacher Xu looked at An Xiaosheng like this, and at the same time recognized and felt distressed.

"Go back and rest, nothing is worth fighting with your life, where you go, you stay up late every day. Look at yourself, how beautiful and young you are when you first entered the studio, and now you are like a ghost. ”

An Xiaosheng scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "Boys don't have to pay so much attention, girls only care about their appearance." ”

Teacher Xu smiled, this kid is so stubborn that it makes people feel distressed.

Fortunately, An Xiaosheng is really a little talented in this area, the same explanation, the same demonstration, others just can't understand, how to draw before, and after saying that. But An Xiaosheng can understand most of them, so his paintings are relatively thick.

Teacher Yuan kept waiting, and Teacher Xu said that An Xiaosheng didn't want to leave several times.

Fu Ningshuang walked over, took a picture behind An Xiaosheng, and whispered: "Otherwise, you use your mobile phone to take a picture of your angle, and you can take a picture of your mobile phone yourself." ”

An Xiaosheng was a little resistant, why did he let him take a picture and draw on his mobile phone?

glanced at Fu Ningshuang, who was standing beside him, "I'm not as good as the people in your second studio, and I can draw on my mobile phone." ”

Fu Ningshuang didn't seem to be angry, and her tone was still light: "Because tomorrow I have to paint colors, the plaster statue will be moved, and Mr. Yuan will arrange still life." Everything else is fine, just waiting for you. Teacher Yuan and Teacher Xu are waiting for you. ”

When An Xiaosheng heard this, it turned out to be the case, and immediately moved the easel, and apologized guiltily: "Okay, good." ”

An Xiaosheng himself was very annoyed, why didn't he find out that everyone was waiting for him?

Is he really a lot dumber now?

He knows his character flaws, he is too wooden, and he has never wanted to pay more attention to outsiders.

He was born in a wealthy family, but when he was ten years old, his family changed dramatically, he could no longer hold his head up at school, it seemed that everywhere he went, he could feel the strange eyes of others, whispering behind his back, saying that his family was bankrupt, and his father jumped off the building and did not die, and became a vegetative person.

Over the years, he has been under a lot of pressure in his heart.

It's not that he is still a child, the family deliberately does not let him know, and he really doesn't know anything.

An Xiaosheng began to seal his heart when he was ten years old, so now that the family conditions are better again, his inferiority complex has been deeply rooted.

Fu Ningshuang went to move the plaster statue, but she was small and thin, and she was a little afraid of falling on the head, and looked back to see that the class leader and the teacher were outside the teacher.

Fu Ningshuang called An Xiaosheng, "Can you help me move out?" I'm afraid of falling." ”

An Xiaosheng hurriedly stepped forward, "I'll come." ”

After Fu Ningshuang removed the plaster, he quickly cleaned up the table, cleaned it and began to spread the cloth, making big folds, and then ran out of the studio.

"Teacher Yuan, the last group here, what kind of cloth should you choose as the background?"

Mr. Yuan immediately entered the studio and put the last group of still lifes on the table together.

After finishing, he looked at An Xiaosheng, "Don't you paint, right?" Go back and rest, before learning color, take a break, otherwise your brain will fill up and you won't be able to absorb much." ”

An Xiaosheng thought about tomorrow's new course, and then nodded.

This is the first time he will be exposed to color after entering the studio, except for testing.

Although the color is not too related to the proportion and structure of the still life in the picture, color mixing and color matching are techniques that need to be practiced and tried a lot, and there is no shortcut. It's right to draw more, see more, and think more.

An Xiaosheng took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay." Thank you, Mr. Yuan. ”

The next day, An Xiaosheng came to the studio early, painting colors, as long as it is not on the side of the still life is blocked by most of the block, other angles, it seems to be no difference.

An Xiaosheng placed the easel in front of him, ready to get closer to the still life, and this time he chose an angle from the front side.

An Xiaosheng opened the door, and after occupying the position, he went to the cafeteria, and when he came back, he found that the position next to him was also occupied. He went downstairs to fetch water, and when he came back, he saw Fu Ningshuang sitting on his right.

An Xiaosheng was surprised, put the bucket aside, and his face was full of doubts.

"Aren't you in Studio 2? Why did you move here?"

Fu Ningshuang's face was quiet, and he turned his head to look at him and said, "The color is not divided, and it will be divided after painting for a period of time." Probably not, Teacher Yuan is very good. ”

An Xiaosheng nodded, but Fu Ningshuang was still a little excited when he sat beside him, could he ...... She draws a stroke, he follows the stroke, and can't he copy the gourd to draw the scoop?

An Xiaosheng was a little timid, but his desire for knowledge instigated him to be cheeky.

He said, "Student Fu, if I don't understand some questions, can I ask you?"

Fu Ningshuang nodded, "Of course you can, I was also taught by Teacher Yuan, a teacher, if you ask me, you will ask Teacher Yuan." ”

When An Xiaosheng heard this, he suddenly had a good impression of this beautiful girl, and hurriedly thanked him.

An Xiaosheng saw that Fu Ningshuang was stickers, he wanted to help, but when he got up, he kicked over Fu Ningshuang's bucket, and the drawing paper on the ground was instantly soaked.

Fu Ningshuang immediately frowned twice, he actually wasted a piece of drawing paper for her!

An Xiaosheng was a little panicked, and quickly picked up Fu Ningshuang's drawing paper but it was too late, and most of the water was poured, and the ground was wet.

Fu Ningshuang said: "It's okay, but I don't bring any other drawing paper." ”

An Xiaosheng hurriedly said: "I have it, I brought it, here, I'll get it for you." ”

An Xiaosheng quickly lifted the ground, then handed his painting paper to Fu Ningshuang, and said, "You paste the drawing paper first, and I'll fetch you water again." ”

Fu Ningshuang took the paper handed by An Xiaosheng, "I'll pay you back in the afternoon." ”

When An Xiaosheng heard this, he was stunned, "Then I wet your paper, do you want to get it wet?"

Fu Ningshuang was stunned for two seconds, and then said, "Thank you." ”