Song Lin couldn't believe it: "Abstraction? ”

Qin Wu: "It could also be a convulsive faction." ”

Song Lin: "......"

Qin Wu held her chin in her hand and sat sideways on the chair so that she could observe the man next to her, she pretended to follow the other classmates, holding a pencil and gesturing in front of him.

Then calmly instructed the man: "Tilt your head back a little, you are too close to me and I can't measure the proportions." ”

What are you talking about?

Although Sang Ling didn't understand, he still did as she said, leaning back.

Qin Wu gestured for a while, then drew on the paper.

There is no cardboard underneath the white paper, and the tip of the pen touches the tabletop, making a rustling sound, which sounds like that.

Song Lin took a closer look, but she slapped him in the face, covered his eyes, and turned into a brutal girlfriend: "Don't look at it now, I'll show it to you when I'm done painting!" ”

Song Lin: "......"

Seeing that he didn't resist, Qin Wu took his hand, pressed it on the paper, lowered his head and concentrated on painting, without even looking at him again, as if he had memorized the details of his face.

The teacher only gave the student twenty minutes of time.

Qin Wu didn't follow the rhythm of the teacher's words, slowly finished the line drawing, and then squeezed the watercolor onto the plate, she didn't learn to mix colors, she fooled around and dialed out the colors she imagined.

Song Lin sat quietly, bored enough to pick up her mobile phone and look through the photos taken in the past few days.

The female teacher walked to the back, the students buried their heads nervously, she went up a few steps and stopped walking back, glanced at the time, and pointed in the direction of Qin Wu: "That beautiful girl, can you show everyone the painting you drew." ”

Song Lin, as a 'tablemate', dutifully smashed Qin Wu's arm to remind her that she had been named by the teacher.

"Huh?" Qin Wu was still immersed in painting, and she didn't hear anyone call herself, and she didn't react until he touched her.

Song Lin repeated the teacher's words: "She asked you to show the painting to everyone." ”

Qin Wu's face changed abruptly.

Are you kidding?

She's not a student in the class, and besides, she hasn't learned to draw.

Since she embarked on the road of being a top student, she has never experienced such an embarrassing moment.

Qin Wu stood up slowly, lifted up the unfinished painting of himself, and faced everyone.

In an instant, all the students in the front row turned their heads.

Qin Wu leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes nervously.

The man sitting next to her not only did not solve her problems, but also followed everyone to admire her paintings.

After reading the painting, Song Lin didn't want to speak at all.

He knew her well.

He knew she could paint abstraction.

The female teacher stared at the cartoon character portrait and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, wanting to comment on a few words, but the words were too poor to express in words.

The classroom resounded with everyone's laughter.

……

"Am I not good at drawing? I think it's good, I'll give it to you! ”

Qin Wu slapped the painting on Song Lin's chest, and said angrily: "What kind of eyes does that teacher have, is he discriminating against me?" She lost a painter student! ”

With that, she crossed a path and walked outside the school.

Song Lin took the painting, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, if he wanted to say that the person on the painting was him, then he really couldn't laugh.

She draws cartoon characters, with a square face, a few thick black hairs on her head, narrow eyes, a straight nose, and lips that are a little out of shape......

He had actually seen her draw, and in the collection of books at home, there was a small portrait of her drawing with a black pen, and her expression was very similar to him.

The painting in Song Lin's hand, carefully looking at the line drawing at the bottom, it is not difficult to find that her basic skills are good, and the painting has an eight-point image, but the watercolor painting in the later stage was not grasped well, which caused the whole painting to be deformed, and accidentally became a cartoon painting.

Still, he carefully folded it and put it in his pocket.

The angry girl kept walking forward, muttering something in her mouth, and her back looked like a rampaging chick.