'Knock knock! Knock knock! ’

The sound of fingers tapping on the drawing board rang several times in the studio.

Luan Xiaotian turned his shoulder, which was sore from painting.

She noticed that the sun had set in the sky, and there was a man standing behind her.

"How many were drawn?"

“……”

Luan Xiaotian was disgusted, "It's just a few." ”

"It's good to know how to work hard," Nan Yukong flipped through the dozens of sketches in his hand, "I'm going to go to school tomorrow tonight." ”

"Oh...... Huh! ”

A pencil in Luan Xiaotian's hand was taken away by Nan Yukong, and by the way, he took her place.

"Come, you watch me draw." Nan Yukong tore off the drawing paper on the drawing board and threw it away, and repasted a new one.

The edges and corners of the four-open paper fit right on the wooden board, and compared with the crooked one that was thrown away, I don't know how many times more comfortable.

After Nan Yukong roughly drew the shapes of a few fruits, he began to lay out the tones on each side.

"If you look at it carefully, this side is the blackest, and the lines must be fast and accurate, don't procrastinate, think about this and think about that, hesitate."

"Be precise in your writing, and remember to break some useless habits."

His wrist nimbly held the pencil and swung it back and forth on the paper, and the lines of different shades jumped onto the paper.

"Give a moderate amount of highlight here, and add a little more strength to the wrist here to convey a visual impact."

Nan Yukong kept talking, and Luan Xiaotian listened carefully with a 'bored' look.

These teachers have said that it is nothing more than black, white and gray to spread the tune, and the strength of the wrist must be mastered.

I can't say anything about what interests her, these ear-worn words are too boring.

"Impatient after hearing it?" Nan Yukong's tone was dull and not kind, "If this is your attitude towards a painting, it will be even more difficult to learn this technique well." ”

Luan Xiaotian was shocked, did he have the legendary mind reading technique?

It's just that I really hear the teacher whispering next to my ear every day, and even if I am not familiar with it, I remember a few words.

"These are the psychology that everyone who draws basic sketches will have," Nan Yukong made subtle polishing and modifications to the final product, "Remember to put more effort into the basic things, even if you have already put pen to paper, you can't forget the most basic things." ”

"Those are just for laying the foundation for the future," Luan Xiaotian interjected, with a little seriousness.

Of course, she knew that it was to lay the foundation, otherwise she wouldn't have started with fruit.

Many god-level characters are drawn lifelike on the computer, and they don't just return to the original, and they keep drawing with pencils.

For the sake of dreams, it is not a big deal to work hard and suffer more, Luan Xiaotian secretly beat the drum in his heart.

"It's good to know," Nan Yukong put all the paintings into the painting bag, "Have you eaten?" ”

The housekeeper, who had been standing next to him silently, finally dared to speak up, "Miss Luan didn't eat at noon. ”

Nan Yu bowed his head and stared at Luan Xiaotian's dark hand for a while, "Didn't you eat?" ”

"I called Miss Luan several times, probably because I was too serious about painting, and I didn't want to continue to bother." The housekeeper said again.

There were fewer people in the family, only Miss Luan and him.

He happened to have nothing to do, and he had been preparing lunch since the morning, who would have thought that Miss Luan, who was fascinated by painting, would have a fight with the third young master.

"Then heat up the noon meal and let her continue eating." Nan Yukong commanded.

"Yes, Third Young Master." The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and replied.