Lu Fengbai said: "Xiao Ci, I am six years older than you, and I can fill it up little by little in the six years of time between us." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Many times Lu Fengbai likes to sit alone on a stool in a corner of the city, holding a drawing board and keeping his head down, sometimes looking up to reveal deep eyes, those eyes are extremely beautiful, maybe he has seen the beautiful scenery of this world, so he has such beautiful eyes.

In the summer in the south of the Yangtze River, it always rains from time to time, and the drenching is not too big, but it is also quite irritating, Lu Fengbai opened the umbrella brought out from home, put it on his shoulder, and the movements of his hands still did not stop.

It was getting late, Lu Fengbai breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at the painting on the drawing board in his hand, the water and the sky were connected, and the shadows were mottled, just like a photo, printing this beautiful scenery on the paper.

And the first time he officially met Qiu Ci was in the school he applied for, when Qiu Ci was wearing an emerald green dress, his hair was soft and sticking to his back, and the whole person exuded a kind of agility, like summer rain slowly coming and going.

She was holding a picture album in her hand, and the wind blew up the album in her hand as if it had not been bound, and it was blown away at once, she exclaimed, picking up the scattered painting paper.

Lu Fengbai stood in the corridor, the paintings on the ground were scattered at his feet, he bent down and picked them up, the painting was a man sitting under the wall with an umbrella and painting, his heart moved slightly, wasn't the person on the painting himself? He looked underneath the paper, where the artist's name was scrawled: Autumn Speech.

Qiu Ci walked over to him, a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand and said, "Classmate, that's my painting." ”

Lu Fengbai smiled and returned the painting to her, Qiu Ci hurriedly took it and put it on top of the pile of drawing paper.

"You drew this?" Lu Fengbai asked.

Qiu Ci nodded, his face slightly red: "The drawing is very good, and the smooth lines and turns are also appropriate." ”

"Thank you." Qiu Ci's face blushed even more, his voice was very slight like a mosquito humming, and he hurriedly turned around and ran.

After that, Lu Fengbai never saw her again, like a dream, coming softly, leaving leisurely, ethereal and missing, tossing and turning but unforgettable.

He deliberately went to class that day some time in advance, before he found that there was an easel by the window in the corner of the studio, on which an unfinished painting was still standing quietly, Lu Fengbai naturally sat in that seat, looking out of the window, the view was very good, just to be able to take in the beautiful scenery of this school.

The students walked in one after another, and when they saw Lu Fengbai sitting there in a daze, they didn't squeak and started to draw.

"Teacher, can you help me change my drawing? This man's nose is too difficult to draw. Wen Ruojin frowned, looking like he had encountered a very difficult problem.

Lu Fengbai got up and walked to her place, picked up a pencil and made a gesture on the drawing paper and said, "You don't know enough about the structure of the nose, so practice the nose alone after this painting." ”

Wen Ruojin stood behind him and let out an "oh" and watched carefully.

He drew a napkin and wiped it on the bottom of his nose, the messy lines were evenly painted at once, the slender fingers held the pen, and each line was drawn very smoothly, and it was properly retracted: "If the line can't be paved, wipe it with paper, wipe the block surface, and then put on the line, it will be simpler, remember not to draw too gray, the dark side is a little heavier, and the dark side is heavy and the bright side can be highlighted, otherwise it will be too gray like a piece of paper, and it will not be three-dimensional." ”

"Got it." Wen Ruojin nodded and said.

Lu Fengbai wiped the highlight of his nose, and put down the pen: "Draw it yourself." ”

The people gradually came, Lu Fengbai stood in the studio and walked back and forth, someone needed to change the painting, he went over to help change it.

When he had finished his work and got up, he looked back at the window, where suddenly a man sat in the vacant spot, her face covered by the drawing board, and he could only vaguely see her exposed arms, slender and white.

He took a step towards it, and the girl's appearance gradually became clear in front of his eyes, her waist was very straight, she held a pencil in her hand, and kept drawing on the paper, looking very focused, and she didn't even feel that there was another person next to her.

After a while, her strokes were bald, and she turned around and took out a sharpened pen from the pencil case on the windowsill, and just as she was about to draw, she turned her head to look at Lu Fengbai.

Looking at each other, Lu Fengbai smiled at her: "This position is yours?" ”

She nodded, her words didn't seem to be much.

"It's the first time I've seen you come to class."

"I'm sorry." She said, looking guilty.

Lu Fengbai didn't blame her for not coming to class, just asked.

The boy sitting next to him raised his head and said, "Teacher, Qiu Ci asked for leave before you came to teach us." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Lu Fengbai said.

Qiu Ci shook his head, as if to say that it was okay.

Lu Fengbai found that Qiu Ci's paintings were different from the ones they painted, most of them were copying things from books, and Qiu Ci was always painting photos that I didn't know where to find them, and some of the people in the photos were her classmates.

At the beginning, learning to draw is not familiar with the basic structure, so you need to copy the sketch, familiar with the structure of the block, and then gradually familiar with the structure, you can draw a photo of a specific light source, and then you can draw a real person.

However, it seems that there is a certain foundation, and you can also draw real people as soon as you come, what surprised Lu Fengbai is that the photos she paints do not have a specific light source, and normal students who study painting will set a light source for the photos themselves and continue to paint.

But Qiu Ci's paintings are the same as photos, she doesn't determine the light source without a light source, but the feeling of painting is better than those who set the light source, and the lines are very delicate, like other students often take paper to wipe the surface, and Qiu Ci is at most only that finger on the painting lightly, most of them are paved with lines, very particular.

If you don't have strong painting skills, no one will dare to paint like this.

There's no need for her to stay here anymore to learn this technique, and it's perfectly fine if she is allowed to teach students.

Later, he found out why Qiu Ci stayed here to paint, because her color sense was really bad, if her sketches were master-level, then her gouache paintings were kindergarten level.

Lu Fengbai looked at the miserable picture and asked, "Why did you add blue to the red apple?" ”

Qiu Ci pointed to the blue-gray background and said, "Ambient color." ”

"The ambient color is just brought after the painting, you don't need to add blue to the red so plainly, the red apple is painted as a purple apple, do you dare to eat it?" Lu Fengbai was very helpless.

Later, when everyone could compose their own pictures, Qiu Ci still stayed on copying, she copied very similarly, it can be said that it is better than the book, but as soon as she takes off the book, she will have the phenomenon of contrasting colors.

Red and green are contrasting colors, and if you don't grasp that degree well, it will be very ugly, so they generally avoid using these two colors together, but when they paint, they will use these two colors in one painting, which is a bit miserable.

Lu Fengbai looked at her painting and asked helplessly, "Why do you have to use these two colors?" ”

"I always feel unbalanced when I use red instead of green, and I don't realize that I use these two colors when I paint." Qiu Ci's voice was very quiet, and he felt as if he had done something wrong.

"You tear up the painting and change it to a piece of paper, and the tablecloth is gray and light yellow, a porcelain plate, two green pears, three yellow apples, a tomato, and a clay pot." Lu Fengbai directly said the request, trying to avoid her large-scale color contrast.

I thought she would be able to draw it this way, but when she turned around and came back to look at it, he really couldn't laugh or cry, and a yellow apple was painted on the yellow tablecloth, which almost blended with the tablecloth.

Normal people would definitely put tomatoes and clay pots on the yellow part, and most of the rest fell on the gray tablecloth, she completely subverted Lu Fengbai's perception of a person's color sense.

"Why do you want to draw like that?"

"Because the tone has to be uniform."

……

Qiu Ci said: "This heart, I often feel that it does not belong to me, as long as you leave, it seems that it will not beat. ”

It rained again that day, Qiu Ci stood in front of the teaching building, waiting for the rain to stop, in fact, she especially wanted to go home directly in the rain, but she didn't like the feeling of wet clothes in the rain, it was very uncomfortable.

"Do you want to go home together?" The classmate next to him asked, holding an umbrella.

Qiu Ci looked at the small umbrella, if she passed, she would definitely get wet, it was better to let her hold this umbrella alone, she smiled and shook her head: "No need, someone will come to pick me up later." ”

In fact, no one came to pick her up at all.

She is like an abandoned orphan, she has a father, a mother and a very sensible brother, but her mother has a family, her father and brother have a family, and she has a family of her own.

"Xiao Ci, you can go home with me." Wen Ruojin stood next to her with an umbrella and said.

There are fewer people in the school, and when Wen Ruojin came over, there was not much left, in fact, Qiu Ci lived in Wen Ruojin's house some time ago, but Wen Ruojin's mother didn't seem to like her very much.

"No, my dad told me that he came to pick me up for dinner tonight, so you go first, I'll wait for him here."

"Your dad?" Wen Ruojin didn't believe her very much, but she also understood that Qiu Ci was a person with strong self-esteem, and if she was directly exposed, it might embarrass her, so she smiled: "Okay, if your father can't pick you up if you have something, you can call me, and I'll pick you up." ”

"Okay, thank you."

There are fewer and fewer people, Yun He stood in the corridor and watched the brush fall, feeling a little desolate, in fact, her residence was not far at all, but she just didn't want to get drenched in the rain, not at all.

When she was a child, she liked rainy days very much, and often ran out to play on rainy days, and her mother told her: "The rain is a tear left by God, don't disturb others when they cry, because it will be very impolite, and the impolite child's mother doesn't like it." ”

She hasn't run into the rain since.

When Lu Fengbai was about to go home, he saw Qiu Ci wandering alone in the corridor, raising his head from time to time to look at the non-stop rain outside, and there was a little sadness between his eyebrows.

"Don't you have an umbrella to go home?" Lu Fengbai walked up to her and asked.

Qiu Ci looked up at him and nodded silently.

He handed over the neatly folded umbrella in his hand, the hand holding the umbrella was very slender, the fingers were distinct, even if he stayed in the studio where pencil gray paint flew all day, his nails were extremely clean, and his voice was clear and low: "Use mine." ”