Luan Xiaotian's hand kept wandering between the three bottles of oil, and finally chose flax oil.

For a painting waste like her, poppy oil really doesn't fit.

In comparison, flax oil is the best choice.

It's a big deal to scrape it off with a paint knife and repaint.

When Luan Xiaotian held the round pen and dipped the oil paint in his hand, he fell into a long contemplation.

Nan Yukong had been watching her from the sidelines, standing in front of the huge thick linen canvas with another hazel-shaped pen in his hand.

Suddenly, Luan Xiaotian sat on the grass with his buttocks, and then he picked up his pen.

When the tip of the pen is about to land on the canvas, it stops abruptly.

After thinking for a while, a small board brush was held in Luan Xiaotian's hand.

After thinking about it, I first laid a large light blue background on the corner of the canvas.

Luan Xiaotian's reticence replaced all thoughts.

I knew that now, why bother with the original oil painting class was either skipping class or gagging, and now I really have no clue about it.

When I turned around, Nan Yukong was already standing on the folding ladder, and the background color of the draft was drawn.

Instead of drawing figures, he chose landscapes that were more difficult for her.

If you look at it quietly, just a landscape can completely see its distance and proximity relationship, level proportion.

This...... Let her really suspect that he is really not a president, a master who thinks he is hidden in the fireworks of people!

The titan of the painting world!

Luan Xiaotian didn't believe what he saw with his eyes.

Looking at the blue in his corner, he simply drew a few strokes casually, plus a few small embellishments.

For a long time after that, her attention was all on Nan Yukong.

The pen in Nanyu's empty hand seems to be given life, smooth and free.

The pen is both him and he is the pen in his hand.

The whole painting forms an illusionary depth space through the composition, and the world in the painting seems to merge with the real world, and the person who sees it seems to have already walked into the tree-lined path.

The relationship between light and dark makes the objects in the painting unified under the light emitted by one main light source, and the layering from near to far is clearer because of the layers of paint.

From the draft to the background color, to the processing of every detail, Luan Xiaotian can see Nan Yukong's intentions, even in the selection and color of each pigment.

A small hazel-shaped pen seems to be alive, swinging freely, free and round.

"Turpentine." Nan Yukong stared at the painting and said suddenly.

"Huh?" Luan Xiaotian suddenly reacted, picked up the turpentine on the ground and handed it to Nan Yukong on tiptoe, "Turpentine is for you." ”

Nan Yukong poured turpentine into the paint and thinned it down, but did not continue to move, but came down from the folding ladder to stare at Luan Xiaotian's masterpiece in that corner.

A bucket of paint goes down......

Nothing!

Luan Xiaotian was shocked, it was the orchid she painted!

"Redraw." Nan Yukong's cold tone was very puzzled by the fact that the painting was not a mess of paintings, "Four are not like." ”

Luan Xiaotian complained, she really had a fight with her previous art teacher, and she was even harsh.

At least the previous art teacher would say that she had made progress or something, and Nan Yukong was the most shocking three words.

"I ...... I have never painted oil paintings. Luan Xiaotian looked aggrieved.

Just a few lessons, I don't think it's a lie.

"It's not enough for you to go to oil painting, you should understand." Nan Yukong was extremely serious and put all the things he needed for painting in front of Luan Xiaotian.