In this process, Ren He finished the affairs of the Julia Conservatory every day and then went to the old Richard's office on time to sit down, motionless and not knowing what he was thinking. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And old Richard waited quietly in his inner room so as not to disturb Ren He.

This scene is estimated to surprise many people's eyes, and a generation of master Richard will quietly wait for a junior to slowly conceive and paint!

But Richard did it anyway, and in his heart he thought that Ren He's painting was worth doing it himself.

On the 7th day, Ren He suddenly stood up and chose a larger canvas from the side and nailed it to the solid board, so that the canvas would not have a slight elasticity like being stretched on the canvas, and it didn't matter if the painting was small, but the canvas he chose this time was too big, full of one person high.

The difference between oil painting and watercolor is very large, and watercolor paint dries very quickly, so there is no room for regret.

Unlike oil painting, the paint is layered on top of it, and it can even be painted very thickly, or another painting can be painted directly on the original work for complete coverage.

There are even people who can't draw well, and they can shovel out a certain one and redraw it.

It has bright colors, strong saturation, is not easy to change color, and has strong plasticity.

But Ren He never planned to make any changes in the process of painting, otherwise he would not have sat there for so long.

Ren He sat back down after finishing the background with a brush, and waited in a quiet state, surrounded by his oil paintings, some of which were put aside by old Richard to dry because they were formed too quickly.

Sometimes a work can even last for several years, not only waiting for the paint to dry layer by layer, but also carving repeatedly.

But it is normal for the practice works to be completed in one day, if it is a commodity, it will take 3-5 days at the earliest, and Ren He did not intend to treat those paintings as commodities, second, they themselves are just a way for his own emotional catharsis, and third, he omitted too many steps every time he painted, and Ren He's level was completely enough to support him to do so.

In this process, Richard found a problem, Ren He didn't even plan to start the draft, that is, he didn't plan to start the draft to determine the general composition.

Even if it is the old Richard himself, most of the time he has to start the draft, after all, the imagination in his head is imagination, but who knows what it will look like when he really draws it.

Many people have this feeling: the voice of their own voice sounds a good sound in their heads, but it is a little worse to listen to when recorded.

I have to say that the magic of the brain, sometimes you have conceived something beautiful in your head, and even you think it is perfect, but in reality it is far from it.

And Ren He now, there is no one at all, he is ready to paint it directly.

Old Richard generally adopted a very particular method, he would first make a sketch on a parchment paper as large as the canvas, and after the position of the lines was corrected to the final effect, he would puncture a series of holes along the lines with a needle, at equal intervals, and then put the parchment paper on the canvas, sprinkle charcoal powder on the front, and the charcoal powder would leak onto the canvas where there were holes, and then remove the manuscript, leaving a series of black spots on the canvas.

But Ren He is not, Ren He never draws the draft...... The manuscript was in his head.

This time, Ren He started slowly, and the painting was also slow, almost every day only a little bit, and then patiently went back and waited for the next day.

However, Richard had already discovered that when the third day began, Ren He gradually became faster, the colors on the canvas began to brighten, and the outlines and oil paint began to reveal a certain strange charm, but knowing that now, old Richard didn't even know what Ren He was going to paint.

On the fifth day, Ren He, who had no classes at the Juilliard Conservatory, came to Richard Sr.'s office early, standing quietly in front of the canvas, as if he had been immersed in his own world.

On the camp at an altitude of 6,000 meters above Mount Everest, watching the sunset every day, Ren He himself is so lonely.

No one could understand him, even An Shi felt that he was too desperate, and told him along the way that the decision to climb Mount Everest this time was too unwise!

He sat on the big rock, as if looking at the end of the world.

He was worried that Lao Ren and Ren's mother would oppose him, and even to this day, he didn't dare to confess his true dreams to Su Ruqing, Yang En, Lao Ren, and Ren's mother.

Ren He seems to have returned to his previous life, he was walking on the road of e-sports, but everyone around him was telling him that e-sports was the day of the flood beast.

Even his closest friends and relatives would persuade him to turn back.

At that time, he wanted to tell everyone that this was his dream, and he didn't want to give up. But at that time, he didn't have the unparalleled courage, so he retreated.

In this life, he played extreme sports, and everyone felt that it was easy to die playing extreme sports, and he didn't dare to tell his family, his mother-in-law, or many people, because he was afraid that those people would stop him from playing extreme sports like he had stopped him from taking the road of e-sports in his previous life.

However, at this time, there was such a person who suddenly traveled thousands of miles and traveled a long way to Nepal, and then entered the Himalayas alone, and could not keep up with the team on the road, so he waited for the next team in the same place, and then finally stood in front of him in that sunset, just to tell him: others may not understand you, but I understand.

At that moment, Ren He felt that the sunset on the horizon had infinite magic, it was gentle and soft.

Ren He suddenly moved, and the paint was constantly adjusted, and he even used his arm as a palette to use, and his speed was so fast that old Richard couldn't imagine.

Old Richard watched as a girl quickly appeared on the canvas, while the orange sunset on the horizon reflected her, beautiful and incomprehensible.

He thought it was incredible, the oil paint was soft, and its shape needed to be patiently outlined, but Ren He could make the oil paint in one step with every stroke, as if it was already the result of his careful consideration.

Yes, it is indeed the result of careful consideration, brewing for 5 days, and then on the fifth day, just 6 hours, all the pictures were presented, and it was at this time that old Richard finally clearly realized that Ren He's painting level was not inferior to his own.

This is a masterful realistic oil painting!

The girl in the picture has a dirty face, wearing a red jacket, even the jacket is a little dirty, her soft hair is particularly messy under the mountain breeze between the snowy mountains, and the light of the setting sun sets a background for her, making her like an angel who has come to save 'loneliness'.

It's such a girl who should be very embarrassed, but with a stubborn and firm smile.

Ren He looked at Yang Xi on the canvas, as if he heard her say again: "I don't care about anything, I didn't care about anything, and I forced Brother Erbao to go home and get my passport after I knew you were here, and I had no guide but to follow the Sherpa team, but I couldn't keep up with their speed, so I lost a team and could only wait for the next team in the same place, crossed countless rivers, crossed countless canyons, and climbed countless mountain slopes, just to tell you that if you hide it from me next time, I will find you even if I chase you to the ends of the earth. ”

"I support your dreams, but you have to have me in your dreams. ”

Ren He was so happy standing in front of the canvas that he couldn't help it, and he said softly: "Thank you for saving my loneliness." ”

In this life, he is not alone in his struggle, because at least there is one person who stubbornly supports him.

……

Ten thousand rewards, as you wish, plus more...... I'm so sleepy......