Chapter 113 Oil Painting

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Wang Zheng, who was very interested, walked around the plank road and stopped in front of these students' paintings to watch. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoObviously, when they were freshmen, they still drew things in a very heavy 'test-taking' art style, with large color blocks, bright colors, obvious light and dark transitions, but not soft enough, and lack of texture.

Of course, if they can be admitted to the Western American Oil Painting Department and Sculpture Department, which are one of the eight major art academies, their foundation is still very solid. At least it's much better than when Wang Zheng was just admitted to college.

However, not everyone can draw with peace of mind in the face of picturesque landscapes.

"Dude, do me a favor, take me a picture!"

Just as Wang Zheng was passing by a viewing platform, a young boy who was sitting on a horse and fiddling with his mobile phone had his eyes lit up and hurriedly stopped him.

"Okay, no problem!" Wang Zheng nodded.

"Here, shoot with my phone!"

The other party's mobile phone is the same as Wang Zheng's own mobile phone, which is Apple 5S.

"By the way, you must take a picture of the island in the middle of the lake in the back!"

After nodding, Wang Zheng took a few steps back, looked at the boy posing', pressed the shutter, and took a few photos of him.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" After returning the phone to the other party, Wang Zheng took a look at the drawing board, "This is what you draw?"

"Well, I just got a big shape, and I haven't had time to draw it in detail!"

Indeed, on the taut canvas, only a large block of color is used to simply distinguish objects at different distances and different colors, and the shape is not yet!

"......!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's so delicious, it's a little too much in the morning!" said the boy, clutching his stomach.

"Really?" Wang Zheng smiled.

"No, buddy, I'll go to the bathroom, you can help me look at something!

"Okay...... By the way, the toilet is over there!" Wang Zheng pointed to a plank road deep into the forest two hundred meters away.

"Got it, thank you!"

After waving his hand at Wang Zheng, the boy, who had not yet said his name, ran anxiously in the direction of the toilet where Wang Zheng's finger was.

After he walked away, Wang Zheng withdrew his gaze and sat down on the horse he had stretched out.

Looking at the drawing board in front of him, the squeezed paint next to him, and then looking at the beautiful lakes and mountains in the distance, Wang Zheng suddenly felt the urge to paint in his heart.

After nearly four years, picking up the sketchpad and brush again, Wang Zheng felt a long-lost sense of intimacy and enthusiasm in his heart.

Wang Zheng, who was in the mood, didn't care that this was someone else's thing, so he just took a paintbrush and dipped it in paint on the taut canvas.

Long shot, close view, space, perspective, light and dark transitions, volume shaping, contrasting and complementary colors, the sense of light in the picture, the shaping of tree shadows, the contrast of the lake, Wang Zheng, who is completely immersed in it, paints everything in front of him with ease, and almost does not feel the passage of time.

It wasn't until he had finished spending it, and had reached the extreme of his level, that he could no longer modify and add to it, that he stopped his pen and put his sketchpad and brush aside.

"Deepen the color of the reflection of the trees in front of the island in the middle of the lake, so that the scenery in the center will be more prominent, the picture will be more three-dimensional, and the space will be more open!"

Just when Wang Zheng was about to step back and take a look at the picture to see how the effect was, a thick and slightly old male voice suddenly came from behind.

Hearing this, Wang Zheng, who turned around to look, was taken aback.

I don't know when he started to see more than 20 students behind him. Among them, the boy who used to go to the toilet, after noticing Wang Zheng's eyes, gave him a thumbs up.

However, after greeting him with his eyes, Wang Zheng noticed a half-centenarian in a black jacket with gray hair surrounded by the students in the middle.

Apparently it was the old gentleman who had just spoken to him.

"What class are you from? Why haven't I seen you?"

After Wang Zheng turned around, the old man looked at him and asked.

"Hello, my name is Wang Zheng, I am a staff member of the villa, not a student of Ximei!"

"Not a student of Western America?...... So how did you spend your oil paintings so well?"

"When I was in college, I studied environmental art, and I painted for two years in my freshman and sophomore year. I just saw the sketchpad and couldn't help it, so I spent two strokes. ”

"It turns out that there is a foundation, no wonder...... However, your level of oil painting is really good, do you have any plans to continue your studies? Ximei has correspondence courses and adult education, I can help you get in touch!"

Wang Zheng, who is young and has a good level of oil painting, has given the old man a bit of love.

"Dude, hurry up and say yes. Professor Zhao is the doctoral supervisor of our oil painting department!" the boy who ran to the toilet said loudly to Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng knew that the opportunity was rare. If he had just graduated from college and had this kind of oil painting master to appreciate himself, then he would definitely agree without hesitation.

But this is not the case anymore. A lot of his energy has to be left on how to complete one task after another in the villa, and it's okay to paint two oil paintings occasionally when he is interested, but if he is allowed to concentrate on oil painting for a lifetime, Wang Zheng really doesn't have that energy, and he doesn't have that time.

"Thank you for your appreciation, but I'm really not here!"

"It's a pity!"

The old man nodded, then turned and left.

After the old man left, the students who were originally gathered together also discussed, and after giving up a few words of emotion for Wang Zheng to give up the rare opportunity, they left in twos and threes.

"Dude, I said you're stupid. How could you not know to seize such a great opportunity. That's Professor Zhao, I don't know how many people want to join him to learn painting...... ”

"Okay, okay, whether it's an opportunity or not, I've already turned it down...... Hey, yes. I'm sorry to say I used your stuff without your permission!"

"Hey, just use it, it's nothing! But you really shouldn't have rejected Professor Zhao just now. ”

It seems that the boy is still haunted by Wang Zheng's rejection.

Obviously, he is also very eager for Wang Zheng's opportunity.

But Wang Zheng didn't want to dwell on the things that had already passed, but listening to the boy who was still gushing endlessly, Wang Zheng suddenly asked, "Are you surnamed Huang?"

"How do you know? I don't remember telling you?" said the boy, surprised.

"Speaking of which, thank you so much!"

"Thank me!" was stunned for a moment, looking at Wang Zheng who was smiling, the boy suddenly realized, "You are the customer service who answered the phone that time?"

"Remembered?"

"Well, I remember!" the boy nodded sharply.

"So thank you. If it weren't for your recommendation, I guess our villa wouldn't have been able to get this project with your school!"

"Hehe, you're welcome. I am also a Liuba person, and I should help my fellow villagers. The boy smiled shyly.

"By the way, I don't know what your name is?"

"My name is Huang Zhiwei!"

Huang Zhiwei ...... Officially acquaintance, my name is Wang Zheng!"

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

After the two shook hands with each other, Wang Zheng took the opportunity to invite: "It's almost noon now, let me invite you to lunch?"

"How embarrassing is that!"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, just thank you for your help this time!

As he spoke, Wang Zheng picked up the easel next to him.

"I'll do it myself...... Hey, by the way, Brother Wang, can you give me this painting?"

"Take it if you like!"

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Saying this, the two of them simply packed up the easel, drawing board and painting box, because of the characteristics of oil painting, it is relatively slow to dry, so the canvas must not be able to be disassembled. Carried by Huang Zhiwei, the two walked along the plank road towards the exit of Fuxian Lake Valley.

"Ah......h

Just as the two of them were halfway there, a sudden scream of excitement came from their ears.

"What's the situation?"

The surprised two subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see that on a viewing platform dozens of meters away from them that went deep into Fuxian Lake, a large group of Ximei students, of course, mostly girls, were happily pointing in the direction where the island in the middle of the lake was located. From time to time, there were a few screams of excitement.

And Wang Zheng, who followed the direction of their fingers and shifted his attention to the island in the middle of the lake, finally saw something different.

"A national treasure?"

Huang Zhiwei said with surprise and joy.

Looking at the three black and white ones that appeared in the bamboo forest on the island in the middle of the lake, showing cute figures in their clumsiness, Wang Zheng was surprised by their appearance. Qinling is the habitat of pandas, this Wang Zheng knows, and he has seen more than once in the forest the figure of a chubby cute guy. However, when he came to Fuxian Lake a few times ago, he didn't find the shadow of a panda on the island in the middle of the lake.

"Maybe it's because they were in the bamboo forest on the island before, and they didn't come out!"

"I didn't expect there to be pandas here!

Looking at the excited look on Huang Zhiwei's face, Wang Zheng said: "Aren't you also staying in the dam, why haven't you seen a panda?"

"Of course I've seen it, but it's all in the zoo, and it's all wild here, it's different!"

Wang Zheng really wanted to ask what was the difference, didn't they all look the same? But looking at Huang Zhiwei and the Ximei students next to him, especially the girls, he shook his head and didn't ask again.

He wondered if he was already old at the age of twenty-five, and that the things that others were happy and excited about were always calm and normal in his place.

"But I've neglected it a bit!" Wang Zheng said secretly.

In the past, his energy was focused on the development of the inherent scenery near Wangjiawan, with mountains, rivers, and lush forests and bamboos being the focus of development, but he ignored that animals were also a point of interest that attracted people to visit.

Especially wildlife.

Looking at a Western American student taking pictures with a panda as a background, Wang Zheng had more ideas in his heart.

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