"Take off all your clothes, stand in the sun, it's not cold today, the light is good, the contours between the muscles can be distinguished, let Anya practice the human body." ”

From the studio on the first floor came the voice of Madame Cecilia speaking.

The exterior of the building is in the shape of a 17th-century flour mill, and the interior is quite modern, except for the light bulb, and there are no household appliances, and it seems that the quirks have not changed with the move.

The two-story building was sold to her by the Williamsburg Community Organization because she won the Grand Jury Prize at the Salon National de France last year, unlike the surrounding ones that are used for commercial operations.

This studio has hundreds of square meters, which is different from the clean and tidy outside, where the wooden shelves are stacked in a mess, and the floor is covered with air-dried paints, which is probably what people call "messy beauty".

Han Xuan in the corner was stunned when he heard this, although the human body practice is one of the basics of sketching, but he never thought that he would have to be a model one day, and he still had to take it all off, so he covered it with a piece of cloth, how embarrassing it was in front of the girl, it was too sudden, and he was not mentally prepared

The head shook quickly, lifted the short-sleeved fabric, showed her arms, and hurriedly said: "I have no muscles, and my figure is not good, so I don't think it will work out, so forget it." ”

"Poof!" Anya covered her mouth and laughed, squinting her eyes and said, "My mother is teasing you, today I want to practice the bust, just get dressed." ”

"You pose as I say, poor you don't ...... Well, you're looking pathetic right now.

No matter how strong the mood is, I want to use it in the next painting, I can't think of a specific expression, it's hard to find a boy model like you, and the first two don't match. ”

Cecilia spoke, finding a stool outside for him to sit on.

Han Xuan touched his face. said: "I'm Chinese, is it okay if my image is different?"

"Just borrow your look, and I'll think of the specific appearance according to another model, and tilt my head up.

Stop, now pathetic. Don't pout, look at your eyes, look at your eyes, bend over, and stand up a little more.

Stay still, I'll be fine soon. ”

Mrs. Cecilia took a piece of sketch paper and sandwiched it on the drawing board, held a pencil and looked at Han Xuan, instantly entered a workaholic state, and whispered to Anya: "You haven't painted Chinese yet, his image is not distinctive." The silhouette is sharper than the others, and it may have Western origins. ”

"I'm a purebred......"

Han Xuan was just about to tilt his head, and Mrs. Cecilia's voice came from his ears: "Don't move, bear with it a little longer." ”

Quickly raised his head, thinking to himself how good they had run with Gabriel just now, and the boy's expression was really pitiful

The pointed pencil touched the sketch paper, making a rustling sound, and Han Xuan silently counted more than a thousand in his mind. Seeing that Lady Cecilia took a few steps back, she thought she was finished. I didn't expect to catch a glimpse of her picking up the sketch, then crumpling it up and throwing it away

Thrown!?

Staring at the red bricks on the top, he felt that his head was almost unconscious, and the sun outside the window was shining higher and higher on his face, because of the dazzling. Tears were in his eyes in an instant, his eyebrows were embarrassed, and he didn't expect to be praised by Mrs. Cecilia: "Very good, I'm almost feeling it, hold on again." Right away. ”

This sentence is familiar to Han Xuan no matter how he hears it, and in retrospect, he heard her say it more than two thousand seconds ago, Anya walked up to him and pretended to observe, grinning and grimacing.

Han Xuan's eyes just rolled out, and he heard a voice again: "You two don't move! This picture is quite interesting, stand up and keep it, I am inspired, hold on, it will be fine immediately......"

If there is the first person in the world to have eye cramps due to rolling his eyes, it must be Han Xuan, this action has been done for more than ten minutes, and now he sees everything is a flower, taking advantage of Cecilia to bow his head, he quickly glanced out the window and blinked, and then learned a bad news.

"Han, why don't you look the same, wait. ”

A ball of paper rolls into the corner......

Anya glared at him with hatred, blaming this guy for moving around, and Han Xuanbei gave him a look and said clearly: "I will never come to your house next time!"

The sun hung high overhead, and I didn't know how many I could count in my heart, but it must have been more than five thousand anyway, and it would take at least an hour and a half to remove the speed error.

Lady Cecilia finally put down the pen, and there was an extra stack of sketches at her feet, Han Xuan felt that his eyes were black when he lowered his head, and his body was no longer his own, Anya was just laughing, holding her face with both hands and kneading it like dough, instantly rejuvenating.

Kicking and twisting his waist, he sighed deeply, came to the sketch and squatted down to look at it, he felt that they all looked the same, there was no difference, and he asked weakly: "Why do you want to paint so many times?"

"Later, I will pick the most suitable one from it, and it will be easy to remember the feeling after drawing it a few times. Lady Cecilia replied.

"Why don't you take a picture with a camera, it's better to take a picture. ”

"You know, I don't like to use those things, I don't have them at home. ”

Forcibly enduring the grief in his heart, Han Xuan didn't dare to make any more expressions, in case of inspiration again, his mind was stirred, and he muttered: "It's terrible......"

"By the way, follow me upstairs, the one you said before is finished. Anya packed up her things and beckoned.

"Well, you guys go play, I'm going to put on the base first, outline the outline, and go to the restaurant next door for lunch, be careful on the road, don't call me." ”

Lady Cecilia did not raise her head as she spoke, and was busy choosing a wooden frame of the right size.

Han Xuan hurriedly pulled Anya out, sighed deeply, and said curiously, "What did I say?"

"Manga, you forgot!?"

“…… How could it be, I didn't. ”

Anya's room is on the second floor facing west, with a view of the East River in the distance, and the main color is white, which is different from other girls who like pink.

Lazily lying on her bed, carefully flipping through the sketches in her hands, the patterns on it are designed with the image of Fat Ding, the painting style is biased towards the Japanese aesthetic style, using colored pencils to trace small stories, with words next to them, Han Xuan saw this, and immediately remembered what he had said before - "Ahri".

The patterns on it are different, the stories told are also different, more inclined to the beauty of the little girl's heart rather than sadness, Pooh, McDull, BBQ They can all be found in the pattern, and they are round and cute after becoming a cartoon image.

"I haven't studied before, I've been drawing for a long time.

When the teacher found my sketch, he said that he was doing the right thing, and that he had never been so fierce to me before. Anya looked expectant, lying next to Han Xuan, tilting her head to look at him.

"Awesome, change the text again, and it's no problem to publish. Han Xuan smiled and looked at the girl: "What's its name?"

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet, what about fat-cat?" (To be continued.) )