The drawing board is made of special white paper and wooden boards next to the oak trees in Fubi Park, with a total of four sides, each side 10 meters long and 2 meters high, enclosing a cube.

Uncle Li stood in front of the crowd, briefly explained the precautions and requirements, and asked everyone to start creating.

Dozens of people found their positions one after another, took out their painting tools, and began to paint the works that belonged to their hearts.

"Tang Duli." Lin Yunjue suddenly called out Duli's name.

"What's wrong, Brother Jue?" Twilight replied innocently and cutely.

"Do you know how to draw?"

"Definitely, I'm very good at painting, and I even won the first prize in the Campus Art Cup Painting when I was in elementary school."

"Then you teach Dong Yuan to draw?"

"No problem, Brother Jue, the skills I teach people are also very good, you can't teach me well." Twilight gave Lin Yunjue a reassuring look and made a ticket.

How do you feel that this person is not stable at all?

"Sister Twilight, I can only draw houses." Dong Yuan on the side said cautiously.

Twilight said happily, "Wow, you can draw houses, Yuan Yuan, you are so good!" ”

Dong Yuan: "Who is Yuan Yuan......

Twilight: "Of course it's you." ”

Dong Yuan got goosebumps: "...... Brother Jue, I want to paint elsewhere. ”

Lin Yunjue: "Let's go, together." ”

Twilight hurriedly said, "Don't, don't go, my brother is gone, I'll be scared alone, and Wonyuan is not very nice, how kind." ”

Dong Yuan looked at Twilight with an expressionless face, took out a watercolor pen from the tool box, and held it in front of Twilight.

"What are you doing here?" Twilight wondered.

"Draw a turtle on your face."

"Uh...... Are you so willing to draw a turtle on your sister's cute face? Twilight's eyes swirled into plum blossoms and said pitifully. made the audience next to him a little unbearable.

Dong Yuan nodded firmly, and when he was about to draw it, Lin Yunjue stepped in to stop him.

"Dong Yuan, wait a minute, no matter what people say, they are also teachers who want to teach you to paint, how can you treat her like this?"

"That's it." Twilight looked at Lin Yunjue gratefully.

Lin Yunjue took out the carbon strip and handed it to Dong Yuandao: "With this, it's not easy to wipe it off." ”

Dong Yuan cautiously handed his hand over.

Twilight on the side was stunned, what the hell, these two people are poisonous.

Lin Yunjue put down the carbon bar: "Draw well, do you know?" Yuan Yuan~"

Dong Yuan: "......"

Suddenly I felt that Sister Twilight was really beautiful and cute compared to Brother Jue.

On the opposite drawing board of Lin Yunjue, Yang Xuan was showing his painting skills to a group of girls.

"When painting the finale, the lines must be soft, otherwise it will be more rigid, I will draw a casual dancing look, first make a shape, well, there is a curvature here, the eyes are here, the mouth is here, the hair is painted beautifully, and the clothes are ......."

Yang Xuan looked at the girls next to him who were concentrating on studying, and found one at random, smiled very gentlemanly, and said:

"Just use your clothes, I feel that you look good in it or in the end."

The girls let out an envious boo.

"Wow, can you really draw that?"

"How about my clothes?"

……

The girl who was selected blushed slightly and was a little embarrassed, but she was still willing to be Yangxuan's model.

Yang Xuan took the opportunity to look at this girl carefully, well, the clothes are so big, oh no, the pants are so white......

As if remembering something, Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to look around, but immediately continued his creation.

I almost forgot that I didn't have a sister.

The other side.

"Yuan Yuan, do you see it, don't be afraid when you put down the pen, anyway, it's just a casual drawing, and no one asks you to paint how beautiful it is." Twilight patiently guided Dong Yuan.

Lin Yunjue, who was on the side, looked at the picture of the final sound on the river that Twilight had just finished, and smiled.

Do you call this casual drawing?

"Twilight-sensei!" Lin Yunjue sneaked up next to Dui Li and shouted in imitation of Dong Yuan's voice.

"Huh?" Twilight looked at Lin Yunjue in surprise.

"I want to learn how to draw!"

Twilight was silent for a moment, a pair of demonic horns growing out of her head.

"Of course! Yunjue children. As he spoke, he took out the crayon and handed it to Lin Yunjue. You can just go over there and draw the background, just a few trees. ”

"Okay, Miss Twilight."

Waiting for Lin Yunjue to disappear in front of him, Twilight continued to teach Dong Yuan one stroke at a time.

"You use this red marker to draw the bricks on the roof."

Dong Yuan hesitantly took the marker, and there was a feeling of being very tall when he held it, so he began to color the outline that he had originally drawn.

"Yes, that's pretty much it, but don't fill it all over, and leave some space to look better."

In front of the painting, Twilight is like a fish in water, she looks very confident, and even helps the big brothers and sisters next to her from time to time to guide a few strokes, coupled with Twilight's friendly posture and naughty tone, she has gained a lot of fans at once.

"Twilight-sensei, I'm done." Lin Yunjue walked over and showed an innocent smile like a child.

So fast? Twilight thought in surprise, could it be professional? No, it can't, it must be a scribble. Twilight sneered, how to mock the lines in my heart, no matter how good you are, you will be defeated by me.

"Well, yes, it's pretty fast, let me see your results." Twilight said in the tone of a feel-good old teacher.

"Teacher, please see." Lin Yunjue displayed his painting flawlessly on Twilight's face.

Well...... Seeing the tree, Twilight's vocabulary vanished without a trace.

Wait a minute.

"This is a tree?"

"It's Drip, Ms. Twilight."

"Abstract paintings?"

"Wow, teacher, you're amazing, you can see it at a glance."

Oh my God, the best soul painter. Twilight had thousands of BMW galloping in her heart: "Why don't I tell Uncle Li to change this sketchpad to a piece of paper?" I'm afraid you'll be taken to the hospital by other fans. ”

Lin Yunjue looked at his painting carefully and said, "It's not that exaggerated, I think it's very beautiful, and you all know that it is an abstract painting, and other people should also be able to see it." ”

"That's my nonsense!"

“……”

At this time, Dong Yuan was finishing his work seriously by himself.

Be confident, be confident, and draw beautifully!

Even if the posture of holding the pen is wrong, it still can't change the determination in your heart.

"Kid, what are you doing here?" The sudden voice startled Dong Yuan, Dong Yuan turned his head and saw that it was a stranger, still a man.

"I'm doing a fan campaign."

"Fan activities? Which idol is it? ”

"Finale."

"The finale? Who's that? ”

Dong Yuan looked at him strangely, there were still people who didn't know the final sound, did he live in the deep mountains and old forests?

The strange man noticed Dong Yuan's puzzlement, and smiled embarrassedly: "I don't like to pay much attention to entertainment. ”

Not their own people.

Strange man: "Are you drawing?" ”

Why are you still asking.

"Yes."

Strange man: "The painting is very beautiful, you will definitely become a great painter in the future." ”

It's so annoying, why don't you leave? You didn't draw it.

"Yes."

Strange man: "Are all the people here fans of the one called Finale?" ”

Why do you have to ask, you don't know the final sound, why do you need to know so much, you go to find someone else, don't bother me.

"Yes."

Strange man: "Then ...... here"

If you don't go, I'll go, okay, don't talk to me again!

Strange man: "Alas, little friend, why did you go?" Children? ”

The strange man watched Dong Yuan drift away, and shook his head innocently as if he didn't want to say a word.

What a rude child.

"Who were you talking to?" Lin Yunjue saw Dong Yuan coming over and asked.

Dong Yuan shook his head: "I don't know, I asked for directions." ”

"Oh so, come on, come on, look at your masterpiece!"

Dong Yuan looked up at the sketchpad and couldn't help but sigh.

I'll go, soul painter.

No one noticed that in the crowd of onlookers not far away, a middle-aged woman kept looking at Dong Yuan, and the nails of her hands were deeply inserted into her palms.

Blood, like a tear of a resentful spirit, hung under his hand, unable to land for a long time.