Is it a big touch?

An Xiaqing listened to Guan Lang's tone of voice and muttered in her heart.

Ordinary people are generally interested in drawing with pencils casually, and those who develop into hobbies may buy pen tablets.

But if you use a pen screen that is at least a few thousand dollars larger to paint, you should only rely on this line of food to eat.

After all, that thing is heavy and not easy to carry, the skill is not to a certain extent, and there is not much difference between using a board and a pen display.

On the contrary, it may even be because the performance of the pen display is too good, and some shortcomings will be constantly exposed and magnified.

An Xiaqing himself also has the habit of board painting, so he has a certain understanding of equipment.

However, it is not necessarily, it cannot be ruled out that the other party is a newcomer who has too much money to spend.

An Xiaqing led the two of them to the two empty tables.

On it were a stack of eight-carat drawing paper and two bags of eighty-colored markers and pencils of different thicknesses.

Guan Lang sat down, opened the pencil case, pinched the color card inside, and took a few looks.

This bag of markers should be a series for drawing architecture. Guan Lang thought to himself.

The two of them were sitting close to the window, and when they looked out the window, they could take in the scenery.

The sun set, half-hidden behind the laboratory building in the distance, and the orange-brown sunlight shone on the man-made pool downstairs, reflecting the sparkling light like fish scales.

The timing was a coincidence.

The best time to sketch is at the beginning of the morning or when the sun is about to set, because these two periods have the most abundant levels of light.

Guan Lang stared at the scenery outside the window, capturing the overall composition that conceived the picture.

And Tang Tang, who was idle and bored on the side, also held a marker pen and colored it on the album.

The hand-drawn illustration club also took into account that there will be rookies who can't draw to experience hand-drawing, so they have prepared a lot of line drawing albums.

On the album, different positions are marked with the color number of the marker that needs to be painted, and you only need to compare it to the top and draw it to the top without brains.

Tang Tang constantly changed markers of different colors and smeared them happily on the album.

Although she likes to read all kinds of beautiful illustrations, she is really dull by nature in drawing and the use of color, and usually draws very little, but this coloring training has allowed her to regain some confidence in drawing.

An Xiaqing didn't go far, just stood aside and looked at the two of them, to be precise, observing Guan Lang.

It didn't mean anything else.,It's just that a character who looks like a big guy suddenly came.,A little curious about his painting skills.。

Several art clubs of Tiannan University often carry out joint art exhibitions and exchange activities, and those few paintings are very powerful, and people in various clubs basically know them, but she doesn't seem to have Guan Lang in her impression.

She made an idea in her heart that if this person had good drawing skills, she must be pulled to their illustration club.

There are too few elite soldiers in their current illustration club, and every time they communicate with a joint art exhibition, there are not a few works that can be used, which really makes her president look gloomy.

Guan Lang probably decided on the composition of the picture, and after roughly trying the color of the marker on the white paper, he started to write directly on the drawing paper.

First of all, he used crisp and neat pencil strokes to set the general outline and the relationship between the front and back of the laboratory building in the distance.

Then he waved his wrist wildly and began to quickly apply a wide range of undertones with a marker.

An Xiaqing on the side couldn't help but get closer.

A few hints of joy appeared between her eyebrows, and from the first stroke she saw Guan Lang move, she could feel that Guan Lang's level should not be bad.

According to her experience, most of the people who are cautious are novices, and most of the movements that open and close are neat and tidy.

Sure enough, the clear architectural shapes that emerge little by little on the drawing paper prove An Xiaqing's point.

Precise proportions!

Accurate capture of hues!

The texture of the building's cold, stiff concrete material was also perfect, at least she didn't see anything wrong with it.

An Xiaqing became more and more surprised the more he looked at it, and his inner evaluation of Guan Lang kept changing.

From the beginning that he thought he should be a newcomer, to thinking that his painting level should be not bad, and then to feeling that he was really touched, and planned to invite him to join their illustration club, An Xiaqing's emotions continued to surge like surging waves.

When Guan Lang finally closed the marker cap, An Xiaqing was already convinced of Guan Lang's level in his heart.

The invitation that was going to be said was also stuck in my throat.

This person shouldn't be a student at Tiannan University?

Must be a professional artist, right?

Drawing skills to such an extent that he should be the original artist of a large company like a penguin or a pig farm?

An Xia Qing persuaded herself so in her heart.

It's really not many college students who have such aura of painting skills.

Although An Xiaqing's own level is average, his appreciation ability is still not bad, even if he is a group of students with the most solid foundation in the art department, there is inevitably a trace of craftsmanship in his works.

But the work of this person in front of him does not have a trace of rigidity and sluggishness, the details and lines are smart, the overall picture is full of impact, and the part to the whole is impeccable, and what is more noteworthy is his efficiency in one go, this kind of painting technique is the level of a professional original painter in An Xiaqing's opinion.

The most important thing is that such a near-perfect work was actually drawn with the simplest of tools. An Xiaqing's heart was shaken.

Tang Tang also heard the crisp sound of Guan Lang closing the cap of the pen, and turned his head to look at Guan Lang.

"Wow, senior, have you finished painting?" Tang Tang glanced at the picture that he had painted less than half of the picture, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Senior, you're too powerful, you really look like you're drawing!" Tang Tang's gaze kept moving on the picture and paper outside the window.

Senior?An Xiaqing caught Tang Tang's title, his eyelids jumped, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then it dimmed.

Although this great god is a student of Tiannan University, she has some ideas, but as the saying goes, a small temple can't hold a big Buddha, and she, the president with the highest level of painting skills, is 108,000 miles away from the level of others, how can she let the other party join such a little-known small community as them.

"If you like it so much, I'll give it to you. Guan Lang looked at Tang Tang, who couldn't put it down, holding the drawing paper.

Suddenly, Guan Lang thought of something, and turned his head to look at An Xiaqing on the side.

"Hello, can I take the painting you painted with me?"

"Absolutely. An Xiaqing, who was called, nodded hurriedly.

"Oh, thank you so much. Guan Lang smiled back.

"Senior, then I'll give you my painting too. Tang Tang, who got his beloved sketch, also generously exchanged and sent his "proud work" at the same price.

Guan Lang looked at the children's graffiti handed over by Tang Tang with some tears and laughter: "That... Thank you. ”

It's not too early.

The two of them, who had finished their hand-drawings, were also ready to leave the classroom.

At this time, An Xiaqing finally mustered up the courage to walk to Guan Lang's side and said, "Wait... Wait, excuse me. ”

"What do you think of our hand-drawn club?"

"Uh..."Guan Lang, who was suddenly asked, was a little confused, why did he suddenly let him evaluate their club.

"It's good, it's fun. "Guan Lang used other people's materials to paint, eating people with short mouths and short hands, so he naturally opened his mouth to praise.

"Then are you interested in joining our hand-drawn illustration club?" An Xiaqing plucked up his courage and asked with a puff of courage.

She stared at the god in front of her with wide eyes, waiting for the other person's answer, feeling her breath a little frozen due to nervousness.

The other party seemed to be stumped by her rash invitation and did not answer directly.

The scene fell into an awkward silence, only Tang Tang, whose eyes had just left his beloved painting, did not understand what was happening, and his eyes jumped back and forth between the two.

An Xiaqing's expression as she stared at the great god in front of her seemed to become delicate, and her mood slowly fell to the bottom.

She knew that most of her invitations were going to be declined.

Sure enough, the other party's voice fell like a gavel.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it can't be done. ”