Chapter 49 Jade. Female head

"Me"

Looking at Guan Moyu with an indifferent face, Zhang Huimin only felt full of grievances, her mouth was deflated, and she sobbed silently.

Her family background is not good, her father died early, and she only relied on her mother to pull her to grow up, and in order to learn piano and painting, the burden of the family is even heavier, so she came up with the idea of looking for a job.

It's a pity that she is only sixteen years old now, she doesn't want her to do normal work, and she doesn't dare to do abnormal work, so she finally got this job by coincidence, she really doesn't want to lose it.

As for disguise, Zhang Huimin felt aggrieved when she talked about this.

In fact, before she met Guan Moyu for the first time, she recognized the other party, after all, the other party was not only her classmate, but she also left a deep impression on her when she dropped out of school, but she didn't expect that it was less than half a year after dropping out of school, and the other party had already become the boss, and he had published three novels, and the movies he shot also won awards abroad.

Although the two didn't talk much in school before, her grades were still better, and her reputation was higher than that of the taciturn other party, but now she came out to look for a job, and the other party was already famous Xiangjiang, and she became a boss.

Under the complicated emotions, Zhang Huimin subconsciously disguised herself and didn't want the other party to recognize her.

As for the original strong. Rape incident, if she was still suspicious at the beginning, but after the incident in the auditorium, she no longer believed it, and now after knowing the other party's achievements, she even less believes it.

"Damn bastard, he doesn't have any manhood at all, and he doesn't dare to trouble the school, so he spills his anger on a weak girl like me." Zhang Huimin sobbed while scolding the other party in her heart.

"Amount"

Looking up, looking at Zhang Huimin, who lowered his head and his shoulders were loose, Guan Moyu was completely dumbfounded, and the previous anger disappeared without a trace.

"Holy! Actually cried? It's too fragile, isn't it? Now what? Do you want to comfort the other person? Guan Moyu covered his head with a headache, and regretted his previous anger.

After hesitating for a moment, Guan Moyu finally decided not to comfort the other party, and skipped it directly, after all, whether this situation is in TV or novels, the more comforting the woman is, the more miserable she will cry, he doesn't want the other party to cry in his office, and then be treated as ** by the staff outside.

"Alright, teach me to draw now." Speaking of this, looking at Zhang Huimin, who was still sobbing, Guan Moyu scared the other party with an indifferent face: "If you cry again, let me out, I don't have time to coax you, three minutes, three minutes to deal with emotions, pack up and leave for me." ”

Stiffened, Zhang Huimin raised her head, glared at Guan Moyu with an indifferent face, took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, scolding the other party in her heart while fiddling with the drawing board.

'Whew'

Seeing that the other party finally stopped crying, Guan Moyu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as for whether the other party was scolding him in his heart, he couldn't hear it anyway, he didn't care, being scolded by a beautiful girl for a few words would not lose a few pieces of meat.

After a while, Zhang Huimin asked with a cold face, "Have you ever studied painting?" ”

"Nope." Guan Moyu shook his head, wanting to ease the atmosphere between the two of them, so he smiled and said, "I know nine out of ten for painting, but I don't know anything about it." ”

"The oil cavity is slippery, and you can tell at first glance that it's not a good thing." Zhang Huimin scolded secretly, but on the surface, she was still indifferent.

"Since you don't know anything, start with sketching." Zhang Huimin indifferently picked up the pen and quickly moved a few strokes on the drawing board in front of her, but in more than ten seconds, a lifelike pattern appeared on the paper.

"Sketching in a broad sense refers to all monochrome paintings, which originate from the cultivation of Western modeling ability, and sketching in a narrow sense refers to the painting training process used to learn art skills, explore modeling rules, and cultivate professional habits." Zhang Huimin put down the pen and introduced indifferently.

"That" Guan Moyu pointed to the pattern on the drawing board with a strange look and asked, "Why pigs?" ”

"Why can't it be a pig?" Zhang Huimin pushed back with a cold face.

"Amount"

Choked for a moment, Guan Moyu smiled bitterly and said, "Shouldn't you draw some beautiful things such as birds and dragonflies at this time?" ”

"That's it." Zhang Huimin explained indifferently: "I just met a stupid pig, so I was more impressed by the pig, what?" Do you have an issue with pigs? ”

Looking at the beautiful girl with a calm face in front of her, Guan Moyu could only touch her nose with a wry smile, and shook her head again and again to say that she had no opinion, at this time, what else could he say?

"A woman's heart is really small enough." Guan Moyu looked at Zhang Huimin, who picked up a pen and drew a few patterns in front of him, and sighed secretly: "This is the lesson." ”

Putting down the pen again, Zhang Huimin looked at Guan Moyu with a wry smile on her face, and most of the anger in her heart dissipated, in fact, it was also because she saw that the other party did not drive her away, and she was reasonable, so she dared to squeeze the other party with words.

The anger also came out, and Zhang Huimin temporarily let go of the prejudices in her heart and honestly opened her mouth to teach.

"A monochrome painting of charcoal, pencil, pen, etc., in which the light and shade of objects are drawn with lines, is called a sketch."

"Of course, monochrome watercolors and monochrome oil paintings can also be counted as sketches; Traditional Chinese white drawings and ink paintings can also be called sketches. ”

"However, the diversity of sketches usually refers to pencil drawings and charcoal drawings, and sketching is the basis of all painting, which is a stage that must be passed through to study the art of painting."

"Sketching is usually done by means of leaving marks on flat surfaces, such as charcoal, pens, brushes, ink, and paper, as well as abrasion on wet clay, ink-stained strips of cloth, metal, stoneware, containers, or cloth."

"Contours and lines are the general term for sketching, which has a natural rhythm, and different brushstrokes create different lines and cross-cutting relationships and rhythms, active and passive surroundings, planes, volumes, tones, and textures."

"To sum up, drawing is a formal artistic creation, using monochrome lines to represent things in the intuitive world, but also to express ideas, concepts, attitudes, feelings, fantasies, symbols and even abstract forms.

Speaking of this, Zhang Huimin looked at Guan Moyu, who was listening carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and finally thawed on her beautiful face, but there was still no expression, and asked calmly: "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me?" ”

A gleam flashed in his eyes, Guan Moyu forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and shook his head calmly.

If it weren't for Zhang Huimin at this time, Guan Moyu would definitely jump up with joy, just when the other party was explaining, in his knowledge of the sea, the slightest fame floated out of the card of the 'screenwriter', and after converging Zhang Huimin's explanation, a basic level of 'painting skills' card was quickly formed.

What excites him even more is that with Zhang Huimin's explanation, the level of the card is increasing little by little, and he not only remembers every word of what the other party said, but in his mind, it is like someone teaching him by hand, so that although he did not do it, he believes that if he is given a pen now, he can definitely draw a simple sketch.

Frowning and glancing at Guan Moyu, although he didn't believe that the other party had no problem, but after all, the other party was the boss, since the other party said that there was no problem, Zhang Huimin no longer entangled, took out all kinds of pens he had prepared, and cooperated with the explanation to draw patterns on the drawing board.

"Pencil sketching is often the beginning of sketching practice, whether it is a fine sketch or a sketch, you can start with a pencil that is easy to modify, so let's start with the pencil." Zhang Huimin took out a pencil and demonstrated it to Guan Moyu.

"Pencil mark B indicates blackness, that is, the amount of carbon black in the refill, the larger the number in the front mark, the darker the color, which can be used to draw darker parts; H stands for hardness, and the larger the number marked on the front, the harder the texture, which can be used to draw lighter parts. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Huimin took out a few pieces of paper and said: "The drawing paper for pencil sketching can choose a thicker paper, such as 150 pounds or 200 pounds of molded paper, and soft eraser is preferred. ”

After speaking, Zhang Huimin picked up the pen and paper, and said while drawing: "Common sketch exercises can be practiced by still life sketching and landscape sketching. ”

Putting down the pen, Zhang Huimin turned his head and asked, "In addition to pencil sketching, there is also a kind of charcoal sketching, but that will teach you later, now teach you pencil sketching first." ”

After speaking, looking at Guan Moyu, who was still expressionless, Zhang Huimin frowned, and couldn't help but say: "There are more than a dozen patterns here, you can choose a random painting to show me, and I will also help you point it out." ”

Without speaking, Guan Moyu took the pencil handed by the other party, and according to the other party's previous teaching, he chose a pattern that was not difficult or difficult to draw, and with a movement of his wrist, but in a dozen seconds, a lifelike pattern appeared on the paper.

Looking at the patterns on the paper, Zhang Huimin couldn't help but look at Guan Moyu with a calm face, as if a monstrous wave had been set off in her heart.

Since she was eight years old, she has been learning to draw for eight years, and with her eyesight, she can naturally see that the other party is a complete beginner from the beginning, and the first time she paints, she made eight mistakes in the technique alone, but what shocked her was that in just a few seconds, the other party corrected the mistake like a divine help.

When Zhang Huimin was surprised, Guan Moyu's face showed a touch of excitement, he didn't expect that the difference between someone teaching something and no one teaching it would be so big.

Think about the lack of progress in a day when he first learned calligraphy, and kept correcting mistakes and comparing memories when learning screenwriting, and then looked at the big difference between someone teaching and no one teaching him.

"Whew"

With a long sigh of relief, Guan Moyu put down his pen, in fact, with his current ability, he could draw more than a dozen other patterns, but he didn't want to act too demonic, for fear of scaring the other party, so he stopped.

"You" Zhang Huimin looked at Guan Moyu in surprise and asked, "Is it really the first time you have learned sketching?" ”

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