"Su Tuo, are you okay, you need to sign your name here. ”

The familiar voice pulled Su Tuo out of his contemplation again, and now he knew that his companion's name was Yunhu, and he was from the same village as himself. The two went to primary school together in the village, junior high school together in the town, and high school together in the county. Now the two of them have come to the capital together to take the professional examination of the arts.

Yunhu's family is also very poor, but it is much stronger than Su Tuo's family, so over the years, Yunhu has been helping Su Tuo intentionally or unintentionally, and Su Tuo silently keeps his gratitude in his heart.

"I'm fine, it's just that my eyes have been closed for too long and I'm a little uncomfortable. Su Tuo wiped a handful of tears with his sleeve and sat up straight. In the place where Yunhu said, he signed his name.

"Hey, your handwriting has become much better, I haven't noticed when you practiced it. ”

"It's not a practice at all, so I fainted, and suddenly I felt enlightened, maybe because of the strong artistic atmosphere here. ”

"It's amazing, should I faint too, hahaha. Yunhu laughed heartily.

There was a "snap", and it came from the other side of the classroom, and a student with a small comb stood up on the table and shouted to Su Tuo and the two: "Can you be quiet, you said that you two have not been safe since you came in." Fighting, making trouble, crying and laughing, there are no rules at all, dirt buns. If you make any more noise, I will ask the teacher to disqualify you from the exam. ”

Yunhu has been squeezed by those guys, if it weren't for the unclear situation on Su Tuo's side, he would have rolled up his sleeves and gone up to do it. Now seeing that Su Tuo is normal, and that guy is still provoking, he is about to rush over immediately. Su Tuo hurriedly grabbed him and whispered: "We are not familiar with the place here, we haven't figured out the situation, don't make trouble, in case he is a school child or something, it is really possible to cause us some trouble." Ignore them for now, and then talk about it after the exam. ”

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a teacher walked in and said, "All the forms have been filled out, and now they are all handed over to me." Everyone stepped forward to hand in the form, and after handing in the form, they all gathered around the teacher and did not disperse. The teacher said, "Come with me, you have been assigned to the 302 examination room, still life sketching." ”

A group of people scrambled to get out, and the exams were generally scrambling to get in first. The first one can sit in a close place for easy observation, or you can choose a good angle. Those who go in later can only sit in the outer circle, and it is difficult to look inside.

Su Tuo and Yunhu were squeezed behind by others, and they didn't care, anyway, the sketching level was also very poor, and they didn't care whether they were far away or close. When I arrived at the 302 examination room, sure enough, the inner circle was full of people, and the two of them could only sit in the outer circle with one corner.

Su Tuo glanced at the plaster figure in the center, and was stunned to recognize who it was, in the previous life, he painted these by himself until he vomited, what David, Xiaowei, Voltaire, any plaster statue is well understood. The one in front of him definitely didn't appear on Earth, but it didn't matter, in his eyes, they were all old European men.

"Brush brush brush" continuously, Su Tuo is extremely skilled in drawing on the drawing board, these basic skills practice is too trivial for him, in the previous hell training, I feel that I can draw the old man in Europe when I sleepwalk. The invigilator teacher was taken aback when he heard the voice and gradually walked behind Su Tuo. It's also too fast, and when someone else starts drawing the structure, he's almost done with it. And not only fast, but also very professional, unconventional, like a living textbook.

The invigilator has been standing behind Su Tuo, and after watching him finish drawing, he took the painting off the drawing board, looked at it carefully for a while, and said to Su Tuo: "Very good, you can hand in the paper now." ”

"Oh no, my friend hasn't finished painting yet, I'll have to wait for him. ”

"It's okay, you just sit here and wait...... If you want to draw something more, you can do it too. After the invigilator finished speaking, he added.

Su Tuo sat there, and the appearance of his mother in this life once again appeared in his heart. So clear, so concrete, it seems that every wrinkle has a deep discernment, and every strand of hair can see the trajectory clearly. Su Tuo knew that this was the obsession of the previous Su Tuo, and the previous Su Tuo's feelings for his mother were incomparable, but unfortunately his painting level was too poor, and he could not depict the charm of his mother with no enthusiasm.

Su Tuo, with his own ability, has no problem painting a portrait, and it can also ensure that it is very like. At the same time, he also knows that he is only a skilled painter now, and what he lacks is the soul of painting, and he cannot integrate his feelings into his paintings. Thinking of this, Su Tuo had a bold idea, with my technique and the feelings of a Su Tuo, can I complete a perfect portrait?

Su Tuo closed his eyes slightly, deliberately guiding the previous Su Tuo's obsession with his mother, only to feel a "boom" in his head, and his strong feelings burst out instantly.

"It's done!" Su Tuo secretly patted his thigh, grabbed the pencil in his hand, and drew on the sketch paper on the drawing board according to what he thought in his heart.

However, his hand stopped in mid-air, and because it was shaking so much, Su Tuo found that he couldn't control his hand at all. In this way, let alone drawing, you can't even write a word. Su Tuo tried several times in a row, but all of them ended in failure.

"Why is that?"

"Because your sketching skills are not enough to support such strong feelings. The cold, mechanical voice sounded again, and it was the system that took his self-talk as a command.

"I've been practicing my sketching skills for more than ten years, and it's solid, how is it possible?"

"That's just your own feeling, but it's actually pretty bad. ”

"Then what can I do to fulfill this wish of the previous term. ”

"In the system, you can learn any work of art that you know, and the system will explain everything to you clearly and let you master it completely. ”

"Totally mastered?"

"It's about allowing you to copy or reproduce the work of art perfectly. ”

"If I absorb all the skills, can I do a second creation? ”

"The skill you learn is your own skill, and as for what you do with it, the system has no right to interfere. ”

"Well, I'm going to learn all the techniques in a sketch. ”

"Yes, but I would like to remind you that there is only one chance to choose any artwork and learn after the system is turned on. After using this opportunity, you need to exchange contribution points for further learning. ”

"Got it, I'm going to study now, Albrecht Dürer's sketch "Portrait of a Mother". ”

With a "brush", the famous painting appeared in Su Tuo's mind, and at the same time, the various techniques were systematically displayed one by one and Su Tuo was fully memorized in his mind. After mastering it completely, Su Tuo still didn't open his eyes, he was reflecting. It turns out that the level of sketching that I used to be proud of is like mud compared to the master.

After a while, Su Tuo suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that his eyes were full of light.

He slowly grabbed the charcoal bar, stretched out to the drawing board, and muttered: "Brother, carry your feelings with my technique, and work together to fulfill your long-cherished wish, let's start......"