There are no famous painters in the painter industry nowadays, and the top ones can't reach the reputation and status that all ordinary people know like Xu Beihong and Zhang Daqian, but there are still many levels in the industry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What level of solo exhibitions can be held, and what level of awards he has won, these all determine the reputation and status of the painter and the price of the painting.

Hong Qiaoyun's momentum shows that the price of her works must be very good, and her opening is even more straightforward that successful people should have: "This is the second time I have come to you, and I hope to invite you to be my model, how about it? If you are not satisfied with the price, you can discuss it again." ”

As a result, it seems that in the face of Yang Zelin's second clean agreement, Shi Jianren is not dragging his feet now: "Okay! As long as it doesn't affect the normal classes here three days a week, you can arrange the time." ”

Hong Qiaoyun, who was also like Yang Zelin, who might have prepared some persuasive words, reacted much stronger, and was only stunned and raised his eyebrows: "That's okay! Let's go to the studio now." ”

Unexpectedly, Shi Jianren also put forward conditions: "I will come back at ten o'clock in the evening to help clean the teahouse." ”

Hong Qiaoyun was simply disdainful: "Can you do cleaning for 100 yuan an hour?"

Shi Jianren shook his head: "If you say it's good, you have to do it." ”

Hong Qiaoyun smiled and walked directly to the front to lead the way, swaggering really not like a woman.

But walking on the street when the sky is just dark at seven or eight o'clock, the attitude of the students who meet from time to time to greet the teacher, it can be seen that Hong Qiaoyun's popularity status is definitely much higher than that of Professor Wang, who is harmless to humans and animals, Hong Qiaoyun has always held his arms and nodded, Shi Jianren kept a distance of one or two meters with an expressionless face, followed behind and passed through the flow of people on the road that seemed to be suddenly crowded, and even the students who were squatting and choosing a hairpin would stand up and respectfully shout Teacher Hong, and then take a look at the young man behind him.

It's really different.

After leaving the classroom, Shi Jianren had hardly seen anyone take the initiative to greet Wang Runan.

Entering the campus area, it is much quieter, the wide roadway becomes a boulevard at night, and the dense branches of the trees do not have many leaves in the spring and summer season, but they also tear up the street lights a lot, and the rustling footsteps of the two people become more and more quiet.

Seeing that there was a T-junction in front of him, Hong Qiaoyun suddenly spoke: "How can I have time to do this job again?"

Shi Jianren grimaced to himself in the dark: "So obvious excuses still need to be asked in detail?"

Hong Qiaoyun really didn't ask.

Compared with Wang Runan's study workbench in his own home, Hong Qiaoyun has a large studio, the warehouse is as huge, and the doors are all track doors that are pushed open with padlocks on the side, so when it is first opened, the whole space has the echo of the rolling track wheels, which shows how empty it is.

What greeted him was a strong smell of paint, but what was more noticeable was that a huge white cloth was stretched on the frame of the whole large space, which was very clear under the clear light that had not been turned off, seven or eight meters long, three or four meters high, and some magnificent sky clouds had been painted on the picture, but many of the more focused figures below were still blank sketches, especially in the center of the vision, a blank space that was almost higher than a real person was completely empty.

Shi Jianren is not the first day to be a model, with his huge smart brain and the ability to figure out the distribution of the dock area in two hours, he is now very knowledgeable to walk over, along the several different lamps suspended in the air, automatically find a position to try to stand: "Here?

This would explain why the windows in his classroom were particularly high, and they were originally set up to mimic the angle of the sun's natural light, where each model stood and the shadows cast by the natural light on the face or body were the most aesthetically pleasing, but during the day the sun moved, sometimes causing shadow changes to disturb the light and shadow effects of the models, so some courses were particularly precise and used artificial spotlights instead of the sun.

These are all some details that sit there and listen to the students talk about occasionally, and Shi Jianren thinks about it himself.

Now Hong Qiaoyun twitched his cheeks rarely, smiled reluctantly, and nodded: "Half turn, this way, yes, look up, as if looking back, imagine that you should be standing on a cliff, surrounded by chasing soldiers, looking back at the motherland, sad ......"

To be honest, painters who have reached the point of winning national awards basically no longer need static models to capture movements or facial expressions, and painters who can reach this level are all masters who know the changes in the human body structure and facial muscles, and they can also draw thousands of troops out of thin air, but obviously Hong Qiaoyun belongs to the serious kind.

At least Shi Jianren looked back like this, and found that the wall behind him that he didn't notice when he came in was covered with all kinds of manuscripts, all of which were the shape of a literati Yu Xuanang, there are many kinds, just the dynamics have or fists and anger, or angry eyes, or beating his chest and feet and other different shapes, those who know how to look at it know that Hong Qiaoyun is looking for a model more to seek inspiration, to see which one is more suitable for the style and theme of the whole painting, this kind of model may not need to stand for a few hours to paint for too long, as long as you find that feeling.

Of course, the new model didn't know this, so she did it honestly, but what she didn't expect was that Hong Qiaoyun was extremely verbose, and kept letting him turn around, basically according to the movements of the twenty or thirty manuscripts, a little chin height, and shoulder twist had to be adjusted for a long time, and he was tired!

It's not easy.

And Hong Qiaoyun didn't know where to find a slender stick and knocked it on Shi Jianren: "Here, low point...... High, high......"

With Shi Jianren's good temper, he couldn't help it: "I'm only so tall!

Hong Qiaoyun didn't smile: "Then you don't know that you will move a brick next to it?!"

Shi Jianren looked down, the surrounding bricks, wooden squares and even ancient robes were thrown on the ground, and he had a new understanding of this new work, and he just moved two bricks and couldn't help but turn his smart brain: "Can you ask, who are you painting? I also have a good purpose...... "The main thing is that it looks completely boundless when it is tossed like this."

Hong Qiaoyun smiled really sarcastically on his face: "Yes, you are even familiar with the Analects, well, this is Wen Tianxiang, do you know?"

Oh...... Acquaintance, Shi Jianren moved bricks to let himself stand up, and twisted his neck to look at the half-finished painting: "Then you are not right, Wen Tianxiang was not caught on the top of the mountain, he hid in the grass halfway up the mountainside, and was searched out by a few soldiers with spears, very embarrassed, and had no temperament at all." ”

Hong Qiaoyun's face had a huge stunned word: "You !?"

Shi Jianren was serious: "There are clouds in the history of the Song Dynasty, and they were all reckless at that time, which makes it very clear, hiding in the grass with their faces covered, and the Song ...... of the wild history"

Hong Qiaoyun roared angrily: "Shut up!" Her voice was already a little masculine, and her roar was even more terrifying.

So Shi Jianren was startled and immediately silenced, but his expression was obviously disapproving, and he probably had a lot to say.

Hong Qiaoyun shouted: "You are a model! Just cooperate with the action, what kind of mouth! Do you understand artistic processing? How to look heroic when hiding in the grass! This painting is to embody heroic spirit...... Stand up!"

It's a stick that is pumped on Shi Jianren's ass!

Hey, when the model doesn't get excited and hits people!

But isn't this scene a little peculiar from a different perspective?

Anyway, just look at the shadow on the wall next to you, it's the whip-wielding queen?!