West Wing Study!

Zhu Mingli looked at the young man opposite with an expectant expression, and then moved his gaze to the picture scroll in the young man's hand. It was the most realistic painting he had drawn in a few months.

There is a horse standing on the scroll, which feels empty and lonely no matter how you look at it.

Su Ran put the scroll on the table, moved it to the side, and raised his eyes to look at Zhu Mingli on the opposite side of the table, "You stand here." ”

Glancing at the young man standing beside her, she pointed to the horse on the scroll, "The horse you drew is your mount!" Although he was asking, his tone was affirmative.

Zhu Mingli was overjoyed, Brother Su actually saw it, does that mean that he has already drawn the "true" that he loves to ride?

As for what he always felt was wrong with the painting, he had ignored it.

didn't hear an answer, Su Ran turned his head, and what he saw was the person grinning and smirking. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, I'm afraid this person is not stupid!

This man doesn't think he's good at drawing?

"Brother Su has good eyesight, this is indeed my mount," Zhu Mingli saw Su Ran looking over and hurriedly replied. He laughed and said, "Brother Su, do you know, the majesty can listen to me now...... ”

"It's not that I have good eyesight," Su Ran interrupted him and pointed to the forehead of the horse on the scroll, "It's this star spot, some horses are white, but your horse is brownish-red." ”

Glancing at the scholar of Si Svenwen, he actually gave a majestic name to a horse.

The gaze moved back to the scroll, but the horses were not at all imposing. Standing quietly, it feels godless, formless, rhymeless, etc. As for the truth, it's still far away, she's seen his horse, a horse with a good temper.

"Brother Su, please advise," Zhu Mingli saw that Su Ran's lips were pursed, his face was expressionless, and his eyebrows were still twisted. Immediately humbly asked.

Su Ran pressed her eyebrows, she just didn't know where to start, there were too many questions, she thought about it, and picked up a pen from the side.

moved his lips, "You just want to paint the truth and the image, but you throw away the gods, shapes and rhymes." Look at this, sluggish, no horse at all...... And this horse's mane, and the tail of the ponytail all stand upright and droop down......"

She actually wanted to ask, is it true that your horse's sideburns and ponytail hair are all oiled, and they are all glued together, and the wind can't blow half of it?

Su Ran continued: "The light and shadow of the horse are also a little strange, I can't see where your light comes from, there is no shadow, there is no light and shadow...... Since you're drawing realistic objects, you have to look at the objects you're drawing, and you have to look at where the light comes from......"

Zhu Mingli listened very carefully, although he was hit in his heart, he was thinking about light and shadow and silhouette in his mind.

When he drew the teapot before, Brother Su talked about it, but he subconsciously ignored it.

Su Ran caught a glimpse of Zhu Mingli's somewhat dazed appearance, sighed, and knocked on the table with the brush in his hand.

She turned her face sideways and raised her eyes to look at Zhu Mingli, "What is the difference between my left and right face?" ”

Zhu Mingli blinked, and saw that Su Ran was asking very seriously, he looked at it seriously, "There is no difference, they are all white, very tender, very good-looking, and very ......."

"Are you an idiot?" Su Ran looked at him with idiot eyes, and said in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel, "What I'm talking to you about now is the problem of light and shadow," she pointed to the left side of her face facing the outside, "My left face is facing the light outside, and my right face is facing the bookcase." The left side of the face is bright against the light, and the right side of the face is ......"

Zhu Mingli's face suddenly turned red, and he nodded violently, "I know Brother Su." ”

Su Ran covered his forehead, why didn't he feel that this person was so unenlightened before. It's still very white and tender, that's tofu, okay!

The two stayed in the West Chamber for less than an hour.

Zhu Mingli was hit hard and went back.

Su Ran felt that she had a good temper before, and she was too unstrict.

Sending people to the gate, she went back to the West Chamber.

Xiao Molan sat at the table where she was drawing, holding the book she had read in his room last night.

He raised his eyes, and there was some inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

"Ah Ran, when will you paint for me?"

When did she say she was going to paint him? Su Ran picked up the pen and ink on the table and lifted his chin into the wooden tube.

"You can pick any painting there,"

Xiao Molan put down the book and leaned back in the chair, "I heard my little nephew say that you drew a picture of a boy under the moon for that kid just now." ”

Su Ran raised his eyes, and then avoided someone's gaze, "Ah, isn't that kid very fond of my paintings, and he didn't have money to buy gifts at that time, so he painted one for him!" ”

He took out a book from the bookcase and said, "That painting is just a side face, and I painted it quite casually." ”

Jingfeng is also really, how can you talk to this person for anything.

After not hearing a voice from the side for a while, Su Ran looked sideways and met a pair of smiling eyes.

She reacted to her chagrin, she just seemed to be explaining.

Xiao Molan leaned back, holding her cheeks with her hands, and looked at the girl with a smile in her eyes.

"And when are you going to paint me a serious one, huh?"

The tail note of the mum is a bit seductive.

Su Ran almost didn't hold the book in her hand steadily, and secretly despised herself, she obviously didn't have a voice control before.

She coughed lightly and said lightly: "Let's talk about it then!" I don't feel very good right now. ”

He shoved the book back into the bookcase, turned around and walked out of the study.

Xiao Molan's gaze was not withdrawn until the girl's figure was out of sight, and looked at the scroll in the wooden tube.

Time passed quickly, five days passed in a blink of an eye, and He Chi and his wife said that they would come back in three to five days, but they did not come back after the time had passed.

"Uncle, why haven't my father and mother come back yet? Today is the sixth day. ”

He Jingfeng lay sullenly on the railing of the verandah.

Su Ran stood next to the ladder, took the candle in Guo Bei's hand, stepped on the fourth grid of the ladder, and put the candle in his hand into the lantern.

After getting off the ladder, he said: "They should have something to delay, when we went to Qi County before, your mother was also looking forward to your return." ”

She frowned, thinking to herself, with Hechi here, they shouldn't be fine.

"Little master, the master and the wife must be on the way back," the little master has been sullen since yesterday afternoon, and Guo Bei feels that he doesn't have such a good appetite for rabbit meat.

He Jingfeng's face was serious, and he thought in his heart that he would definitely go home early when he went out in the future, so as not to let his mother wait in a hurry.

Raising his eyes to look at Su Ran, "Uncle, I want to wait at the door." ”

Su Ran nodded, "Go, it's better to move a small stool." ”

"Little master, you wait, I'll go get two small sticks," Guo Bei ran quickly, and after saying that, everyone ran away.

Su Ran touched the villain's head, "Trust your father, they will be fine." ”

"I just miss them!"

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