"Mr. Hui, I did draw you. It's just that the level is really limited, and it doesn't really restore your appearance and demeanor, and the painting doesn't look like a ...... at all."

Ye Xiaoyu replied a little embarrassed.

In this painting, Qianyi is painted standing in the middle, Qing Lang and Ye Xiaoyu are standing on the left, Ling Yu and Lu Qian are standing on the right, and the background behind is a row of neat tables and chairs. However, since Qianyi recognized himself, it means that he still drew everyone's characteristics.

"Yes, yes, although the characters are relatively simple, you have grasped the characteristics of each of us. The tall man on my right, smiling warmly, should be Ling Yu, and the girl in beautiful clothes next to Ling Yu should be Lu Qian; This unsmiling child should be sunny, and the pigtailed one should be painted by yourself......"

"Sir, I'm much better than this one in the painting, it's messy, it doesn't look like a ...... at all."

Lu Qian shouted unconvinced below. is also painting characters, why did Ye Xiaoyu get so much praise, obviously the person she painted was not only not like, but also very strange.

"Painting focuses on the demeanor and likeness, and it is impossible to restore it truthfully."

Qian Yi looked at Lu Qian and replied helplessly, since getting along during this time, if Lu Qian's temperament is not so arrogant, she is actually a good child.

"How does that gentleman, you say, compare to mine?"

Lu Qian asked.

"Uh...... Lu Qian's work is also very distinctive, and your two paintings have their own characteristics and cannot be compared. ”

Unexpectedly, Lu Qian would suddenly ask such a question, Qian Yi was stunned for a moment before answering vaguely. Lu Qian's self-portrait, she herself remembers.

"Qianqian ......"

Ling Yu quietly tugged at Lu Qian's sleeve and motioned for her not to ask any more.

Seeing Ling Yu's expression, although Lu Qian was very reluctant, he still quieted down obediently, and didn't bother with the painting anymore, no way, who called him Ling Yu.

"Students, today's class is over, and we also appreciate Ye Xiaoyu's homework, you have also said what you should have said to me, and the time is not early, so ...... That's all for today......"

"Sir, I have one more reluctant request......"

The time was close to noon, and Qian Yi couldn't see it early, so he planned to end today's lesson, but his summary was interrupted by Ye Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, do you have anything else?"

Maybe it was because of the last class, which was suddenly interrupted, Qian Yi didn't get angry, but stopped, looked at Ye Xiaoyu with a smile and asked. Perhaps, he himself was a little reluctant to end his course in Lujiazhuang.

"I'm sorry sir, I interrupted you suddenly, but I have one last request, I hope you will grant me."

Ye Xiaoyu said slowly.

"No matter what I ask, as long as I can do it, it's no problem."

The ideas that could pop up in Ye Xiaoyu's head have always been beyond Qianyi's expectations.

"Sir, I hope you can write your names on that painting, and write it on the painting......"

Ye Xiaoyu said loudly, everyone else is easy to do, what she is most worried about is that Lu Qian may refuse to sign it because of her hatred for herself.

"Written on a painting? But aren't we painters? ”

Listening to Ye Xiaoyu's words, Qian Yi was also a little surprised, it was common sense to write the name of the person who painted in the picture scroll, but it seemed a little strange to write the names of so many people on it.

"Yes, it's written on the painting. The painting itself was painted by me to commemorate the time we spent together, but this painting is still a dead thing, and it is only after each of us has written our own names on it that it becomes alive and more memorable. ”

Ye Xiaoyu explained that this is an idea that she has been thinking about for a long time, and she must persuade them to sign it.

"It's just going to toss ......"

Looking at Ye Xiaoyu's appearance, Lu Qian muttered quietly. I don't know why, no matter what, even the most ordinary things, when they come to Ye Xiaoyu's hands, they will always be tossed out of special value by her, although she is very unaccustomed to it, but she also has to admire her little brains.

“…… Xiaoyu, how did you come up with the idea of adopting such a method? ”

Qian Yi said, his eyes shining brightly.

"What do you think of this approach, sir?"

did not answer Qian Yi directly, Ye Xiaoyu asked rhetorically. Because Qian Yi said that sentence just now, he didn't really want to answer the process of thinking of this method, looking at his expression and eyes, people were just expressing their surprise.

"Good, very good!"

Qian Yi said, walked to the podium table, picked up the brush, returned to the pillar where the painting hung, and wrote his name on it.

"Come, Ling Yu, it's your turn......"

After writing, Qian Yi looked at Ling Yu who was sitting at the front desk and said. He was struggling to leave nothing worth remembering, Ye Xiaoyu's idea, although a little bold, just made up for this shortcoming.

Ling Yu understood, stepped forward with a smile, and also wrote his name on it, the two of them were very beautiful, and it was not inconsistent at all when written on it.

After Ling Yu finished writing and returned to her position, she touched Lu Qian with her elbow to remind her that it was her turn.

Seeing Ye Xiaoyu in such a limelight, in fact, Lu Qian was reluctant in her heart, but when she saw that Ling Yu had gone up to write, and this was another instruction from Mr., she had to stand up from her position with an unhappy mood, walk to the painting, and write on it with a brush.

Ye Xiaoyu's handwriting is not good-looking, and Lu Qian is not much better than her, I saw her hand holding the brush, trembling, and drawing her name on it like a Taoist priest's drawing, crooked, like many insects.

Everyone knew Lu Qian's level, and they didn't say much, after seeing Lu Qian return to his position after writing, Ye Xiaoyu stepped forward and wrote her name on it, this time, she specially reminded herself that she must not write a simplified name. Therefore, this time I didn't write simplified characters, but because the three characters of "Ye Xiaoyu" in traditional Chinese, especially the word "Ye", have more strokes, what is finally presented in front of everyone's eyes is also a black mass of three characters with overlapping strokes. Forget it, for her own name, she has done her best.

Finally, it was Qinglang's turn, and for half a day today, Qinglang sat in the last row in a daze, as if it was the row where Ye Xiaoyu was sitting as a boundary, isolating Qinglang from other people, no matter what the people in front of him said, no matter how sad the atmosphere was, it would not affect him. Ye Xiaoyu was a little apprehensive in his heart, and he didn't know if he would write on it, because looking at his expression, he was completely out of state.