At this time, there are still more than two hours before the end of school, and the creation time of oil paintings is generally relatively long. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So Dean Hou thought about it, and didn't plan to ask them to create high-level paintings, and said, "Since there is not much time, you two will each talk about a landscape painting." ”

Landscape painting does not have high requirements for form, and it mainly tests the painter's color.

"Dad, what are you going to draw?" Satsuki stood aside.

"Dad wants to paint, you go and wait by the side first, and take you to eat something delicious in the evening." Yu Hao took out his mobile phone, clicked on a cartoon that he had downloaded before, and asked her to go and watch the animation first.

Cao Cheng is not so easy to deal with, so Yu Hao must go all out this time.

Of course, he didn't take it very seriously.

Just kidding, the works of Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, and Michelangelo can be squandered at will, are you still afraid of your little Cao Cheng?

After settling Xiaoyue, Yu Hao fixed the canvas, took out paints and brushes, and sat down.

However, instead of rushing to paint, he closed his eyes.

The original spirit went out of the body, and then was sucked away by a force and came to the underworld.

Since he was already familiar with the road, he soon came to the Hidden Soul Pavilion.

Most of the works he used to reproduce were portraits and still lifes, and he didn't pay much attention to landscape paintings.

So, I found the memory stone of the three masters of art and began to observe.

Due to the relative time difference, one day on the ground and one month underground, so even if he stays in the underworld for a few hours, he will actually be in the human world for a short time.

It was too easy to find a landscape painting, but while looking at the works of the three masters, he suddenly saw another person's memory stone.

It's a Dutchman.

Moreover, this man's life was simply a tragedy, and he lived only thirty-seven years before returning to the West.

Yu Hao looked at everything in this master's life, and couldn't help but sympathize in his heart, but he was also hesitant at this time.

Because of this person's work, ordinary people really can't understand it.

Moreover, this person did not experience professional art education before his death, and was completely self-taught.

However, since Dean Hou is a famous oil painting master in China, I believe that he should have this level of appreciation.

Of course, if he directly used some normal works, it would also be better than Cao Cheng, but I don't know why, Yu Hao suddenly wanted to publish this person's works to the world.

"It's you." So, my heart was horizontal.

Genshin left the underworld and returned to the flesh.

At this time, everyone saw Yu Hao sitting in front of the drawing board for a long time without moving, and they couldn't help but be anxious for him.

"You did it? Cao Cheng has finished the first draft. ”

"I don't think I can draw it."

"Alas! So, don't do porcelain work without a diamond, this time it's ugly, right? ”

Many students gloated a little, because they felt that they were stronger than Yu Hao, why did Dean Hou take a fancy to him.

Chen Sanqing, who was a roommate, couldn't stand it anymore and said, "What's the noise, don't you let people think about it before creating?" ”

One student said, "It's okay to think, but I think he can't think of a reason even if he thinks about it after school." ”

However, at this moment, Yu Hao moved.

He picked up a small pen, squeezed a large piece of blue into the palette, and got to work.

Dean Hou didn't leave, just stood behind and watched quietly.

Time has passed little by little, and the paintings that Cao Cheng wants to express have been preliminarily revealed.

"Wow! It's the sea. ”

"I'm not done yet, but I've already seen the visual sense of the stormy seas."

Many students came behind Cao Cheng and were amazed by his painting skills.

"Alas! I don't know how many years I'll have to practice to get to this level. ”

"I'm satisfied with this level in my life." A classmate who is not very good at drawing said.

"It's worthy of Cao Cheng, it's really amazing."

Dean Hou also walked over and nodded again and again.

If nothing else, let's just say that his basic skills are definitely the best among the many classmates he has seen today.

Subsequently, look at Yu Hao again.

"! What do you draw? ”

"This way of painting doesn't look like an art student at all."

"yes, I can't understand it at all."

I saw that Yu Hao's canvas was full of blue, not to mention that the classmates didn't understand it, even Dean Hou who was present couldn't understand it.

The reason why he considered letting Yu Hao participate in this oil painting competition was because he saw the portrait that Yu Hao had painted for Xiaoyue before.

At that time, the eyes drawn by Yu Hao were very realistic and expressive, and it was precisely because of this that Dean Hou thought that he had a good foundation.

But now, Yu Hao is completely scribbling on canvas.

No, it's not even graffiti, it's just scribble.

Before you know it, an hour has passed.

Cao Cheng has fully presented the scene of the sea, even if the creation has not yet been completed, but it also expresses the majesty of the sea.

But what about Yu Hao?

Now you can see that it's a sky, a night sky.

There is the moon, there are the stars, there are mountains, there are houses, and there are trees that grow very strangely.

"Oh my God! What the hell is this kid doing? Do you give up on yourself? Even Chen Sanqing couldn't stand it anymore.

"I think it's the same, it's not as good as a high school student." Gao Yi sighed.

"No, I think it's quite meaningful." Zheng Xiaohui pushed his glasses, but was immediately despised by everyone.

Cao Cheng got up from his chair at this time, because his work was nearing the end, and after sitting for more than an hour, he felt that his body was a little stiff, so he got up and moved.

As a result, he turned his head and glanced at Yu Hao's drawing board, and with a poof, he really couldn't hold back, "Hahaha!" This...... What the hell is this? Children draw? ”

With Cao Cheng taking the lead, the other students also laughed one by one.

Before, it was because Dean Hou was here, and everyone thought that they should pay attention to the image, although Yu Hao's paintings looked funny, but in fact, they ...... It's still so funny.

Even Teacher Yuan Fang laughed along, and said helplessly: "Time is running out, I think it's better not to paint, it's already obvious who is high and who is low, so don't waste Dean Hou's time." ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded.

But at this time, Dean Hou did not speak.

He stood behind Yu Hao, watching that the work that looked a little "funny" had been gradually completed, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

"Dean Hou, I think ......"

"Shut up." Dean Hou glared at Yuan Fang, and then continued to look at Yu Hao's drawing board.

Ten minutes later, Cao Cheng threw away the paintbrush in his hand and looked at his work, still quite satisfied.

Perhaps due to the relationship of time, there are some deficiencies in it, but he thinks that compared with Yu Hao's works, it is simply the difference between beauty and dinosaurs.

So he didn't bother to revise it, just waiting for the school bell to ring to see how someone made a fool of himself.

Yu Hao was immersed in painting at this time, and finally ended his creation two minutes before the school bell rang.

He exhaled slowly, a breath of heat, and put the brush down.

At this time, everyone was waiting for Dean Hou to announce the results, but in the eyes of everyone, the victory and defeat had been divided, and there was no suspense for Cao Cheng to win.

Dean Hou stood in place and did not speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of school that his body trembled slightly.

"This ...... This is what you painted? Dean Hou looked at Yu Hao and raised his hand to point to the work on the drawing board.

"Uh, yes, aren't you looking at me drawing?" Yu Hao was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that this Dean Hou can't have Alzheimer's?

Everyone laughed and said nothing, look, the painting is like that, even Dean Hou can't believe it.

"This ...... Is this a masterpiece? Dean Hou exclaimed.

Yuan Fang on the side was stunned, what? God's work? Did I hear me right?

Could this be sarcasm?