Looking at Huai'an's attitude, the thought in Siqing's heart became stronger and stronger, she took a few steps forward, came to him, and said solemnly: "I'll ask you ......"

As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently swept over the desk, and the line book that Huai'an had just read was placed on it, and the words "Miscellaneous Talks on Primary Colors" came into view.

Her words froze.

"What are you going to ask?" asked Huai'an rhetorically.

She couldn't ask again, if it was really as Cheng Yiheng said, Huai'an had a headache when he saw the paint, then on such an unrestrained day, he hid in the library and read a book about paint, didn't he find guilt for himself?

At this moment, she thought, maybe what this person showed to others was not the same as his heart.

"Nothing. Thinking like this, she had no choice but to say, and secretly glad that Fang Cai's words were not spoken, otherwise it would have the meaning of "doves occupying the magpie's nest".

Huai'an was puzzled, followed her gaze, glanced at the desk, and picked up the book: "I just heard footsteps, I'm afraid that those old guys will come in, and they will talk about it when they see me idle, so they take the book and pretend to be, but the result is that you are here, so you don't need to pretend." He tossed the book back to the shelf.

When Siqing saw him move, her heart flickered and fell, and for a while she thought that this person was actually very thoughtful, and for a while she felt that he was still what everyone saw.

In the end, I don't know which idea is right.

She saw him standing by the window lattice, the sun was shining around him, and a transparent dust was floating, and the whole person around him was misty and unreal.

Because it didn't look real, she decided to dismiss that idea.

Although Huai'an didn't ask her about the unfinished words, she always wanted to find a way to make up for it, and finally found a reason, and was about to say it, but Huai'an said first: "It's so late, I'm honest enough today, now they haven't said it, I have to go out and relax, you said Cheng Yiheng is in Siguxuan, I'll look for him, and by the way, call a few more buddies......"

looked at Siqing again: "Are you leaving?"

"Let's go, it's time for me to go back. Siqing nodded.

"So, what are you doing in the library today?"

"It's all said and take a look, you ......"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Don't be too late, come back early, Ming'er will take lessons with Mr. He, if Mr. is gone, you won't be able to learn if you want to in the future." ”

Huai An looked at her suspiciously: "Mr. is leaving?"

Before he could respond, he wiped his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm finally leaving, I'm finally relieved!"

"You ......"

"I mean, I ...... I'll study hard and make sure to make a good impression on him before he leaves. Seeing that the faces of the people around him changed, he quickly changed his words.

Originally, the two of them went downstairs side by side and amicably, and when they walked to the staircase, some people were already dissatisfied and parted ways with the people around them.

It was late, Siqing fell asleep with anger, and she didn't know where this anger came from, even she couldn't tell the difference, whether it was because Mr. Nahe was not valued by his students, or because the students were obviously so qualified, but they were not willing to study hard.

After thinking about it over and over again, she felt as if these two things had nothing to do with her.

I didn't sleep very well this night, but I just closed my eyes and the sky was dawning.

Xiu'e came in with water and said to her, "The second young master is here, I said that you haven't gotten up yet, he is waiting outside the courtyard." ”

"What is he doing here so early?" Siqing raised his eyes to look out the window, it was still cloudy outside.

"I don't know, when you're done, Miss, I'll open the door. ”

As soon as the courtyard door opened, Huai'an rushed in, first glanced left and right vigilantly, and then rolled up one sleeve, revealing a pitiful expression: "Fourth sister, you have to help me again, I can't draw." ”

He struggled to lift his arm, but saw that there were patches of abrasions on his right arm, and there were redness, swelling and bruises under the little bloodstains.

Siqing couldn't help but be surprised: "You ...... Have you medicated it?"

"It's not too late, I'll go later, I'll go later. Huai'an smiled flatteringly.

Siqing was anxious in her eyes, but she didn't have anything to cure here, so she urged him to go to the doctor quickly.

Of course, Huai'an refused to leave, he raised his left hand and shrugged on his lips: "Don't be so loud, so that they know that I have to be scolded again." ”

Siqing remembered that she hadn't asked him how the injury was caused, and she guessed without permission: "Are you fighting with someone again?"

"No, not really, I fell on horseback. ”

"You're going to ride a horse at night?"

"It's not a horse from the horse farm, it's Cheng Yiheng's family, you don't know, it's an amazing Mongolian horse, it's brave, it's fast, my brothers have always wanted to see it, but his father's baby is tight, not at night, how dare he secretly pull it out?"

Siqing couldn't help but roll her eyes, secretly thinking that she really felt sorry for your injury just now.

Having said that, presumably Cheng Yiheng is also uneasy at home.

"Fourth sister, I can't draw anymore with my hands, you help me again, and paint for me like before, anyway, Mr. He is about to leave, and it won't take you a long time, promise me......" Huai'an finally clarified his intentions.

Some things happen to be right in the middle, and people have to wonder if they are deliberate, but I think there are so many coincidences in the world, because of coincidence, there are karmic encounters throughout the ages, so the coincidences are also reasonable.

Siqing originally wanted to agree, but after thinking about it, he questioned: "Mr. He should recognize your and my paintings now." ”

"It's easy to say here, Mr. doesn't care about me, the main thing is that Dad's side doesn't show his stuffing, it's a big deal I'll go and say hello to Mr. first, by the way, I can also ask him to teach you before leaving." ”

Huai'an said that he would do it, and Mr. He was optimistic about Siqing, so there was no problem.

So, Siqing began to paint for Huai'an again, this time relying on Mr. Ariga to "know", she didn't have to be restricted, just painted according to her own style.

She handed in the painting, and Mr. He used Huai'an's dictation to teach her the things to be taught one by one.

She is still good at fine brushwork, and he is already familiar with ink and brushwork, and Mr. He has taught her composition skills and various setbacks and turns when moving the brush.

The composition is not difficult for her, although beginners should start with the "three seven stops" to divide the position of the fall, which is to divide a piece of paper into ten equal parts, choose three or seven of them as the focus of the picture, and then pay attention to the scattered density and uneven circles.

But Mr. He said that there are not so many constraints, but judging by his own vision, Siqing thinks that his aesthetic vision has a little foundation, and this aspect is not pressure.

Only the line of the pen is more difficult, in the words of Mr., the line of the line is the same as vocal music, there is also rhythm and rhyme, the speed and weight of the strokes to control the rhythm of the line, there is a rhythm change of the line to produce rhyme, and the line with rhythm has vitality.

She listened in the clouds, but Huai'an couldn't say why, and when she was not in front of Mr. He, she said bluntly: "Such words floating in the sky can probably only be understood and unspeakable, so understand it yourself." ”

Then slowly comprehend it, Mr. He gave her a copy of his own handy album, she went to look at it in her spare time, analyzed the composition and coloring, and went to copy it after knowing it, and then compared it with the original after finishing it, to find out the gap, so repeatedly, and really comprehended some doorways, in just a few days, it made rapid progress.

Mr. He lamented that if the students were like her, as a teacher, they would have a sense of achievement.

happened to be heard by Huai'an, and couldn't help but reply: "If every student is like this, then the teacher will be unemployed." ”

Mr. He smiled lightly: "Am I not going to lose my job?"

Huai'an was a little embarrassed, and said for a while: "Is the teacher leaving because of me?"

Hearing this, He Chushu sighed softly, and said earnestly: "It's really because of you, but it's not because you don't want to learn, on the contrary, what you should learn, I have already taught you, although I always worry that you are too stubborn, in fact, I appreciate you in my heart, maybe your talent is not here, but there will definitely be somewhere else waiting, I told your fourth sister, don't drown your talent in order to cater to the joy and anger of the Meng family, and you are the same." ”

Huai An was slightly stunned and laughed: "Who said that, I have talent in everything." ”

Knowing that he wouldn't talk to him seriously, He Chushu shook his head helplessly, and handed him a revised painting: "Tomorrow, I will teach Miss Fourth Dyeing skills, and after the dyeing is finished, all the basic things will be taught, and it can be regarded as complete." ”

As he spoke, he commanded: "You first take her to prepare the paint, and prepare a few kinds of water and stone colors." ”

The water color is a plant pigment, and the stone color is a mineral pigment, which can be bought outside, and Huai'an quickly bought it.

As soon as he returned to Meng's house after buying it, before he entered the door, he suddenly saw a person running in front of him, and he shouted at him from afar.

He stopped, and saw Cheng Yiheng panting in front of him, wiping sweat with a nervous expression.

Before he could ask, the other party had already pushed him: "Hurry up, let me go to your house to hide." ”

"What's going on?"

"Don't mention it. Cheng Yiheng pushed him into the door, "My father knew that I took the horse out a few days ago and wanted to beat me, I finally ran out, he sent someone to look for me all over the street, go quickly, go quickly......"

Huai'an laughed: "You are not as good as a horse in your father's eyes?"

"Meng Huai'an, you have no conscience when you say this, it's not just about the horse, it's also about ......" Cheng Yiheng was saying, and saw a few people hurriedly looking around, walking this way.

He was shocked, first stopped his words, pushed Huai'an into the house, and then closed the side door with a "snap".

Only then did he relax and wander slowly in Meng's house, although he had not been here before, he did not recognize life, and walked as if he was visiting his own garden.