Du Wen's ten slender, slender and white fingers, after wrapping a few fingers of tape, are like a lady who encounters a cold wind, and her forehead is wrapped in a headscarf.

But Wan Changsheng used this method to position, so that Du Wen could clarify how hard he sharpened the pencil, and which finger was used to pull the line when holding the pen.

Then, according to the standard gesture of holding the pen with the magic wand, Du Wen was taught to feel the pencil slashing on the slightly rough paper, from the most basic short lines to long lines, and practiced for three hours!

Of course, only an hour later, Wan Changsheng turned off the toll timer.

Behind it, Du Wen sat there and repeated the practice according to Wan Changsheng's requirements.

After more than an hour, Wan Changsheng's words decreased suddenly, and he just divided the drawing paper into nine square grids, each grid had a different line style, he demonstrated a few each, and Du Wen filled in the grid by himself, and each grid was about four or five hundred.

In three hours, Du Wen drew three!

It was extremely boring to pull the line, but this girl persevered, and the whole wrist was a little stiff in the back, she had to use arm movements instead, and was ruthlessly smashed by Wan Changsheng with a picture album.

It's a really heavy hit!

For the remaining two hours, he had actually been looking through the demonstration album, and there was no need for him to do so.

Du Wen noticed it, so she gritted her teeth and persevered.

I finally filled the last square, and I almost fell down with my arms in my arms.

Wan Changsheng spoke: "Good performance, give you a reward, this ten-minute sketch is given to you for free, so that you are a little interested in this." ”

As he spoke, he took his drawing board and pencil, and on that blank piece of paper, he used the gesture of holding the pencil to write, and quickly sketched the lines without thinking.

The first line is very short, more like a stroke of brackets, but the lines that follow are combined like clouds and waters, and the lines that seem to carry life are originally the forehead, because the second and third lines below make up the cheeks, chin, and ......

Du Wen, who thought she was very smart, rubbed her right wrist with difficulty while watching intently.

But the movements of her hands soon slowly stopped.

Because when the lines expanded, she recognized her lamb collar leather jacket, a slightly high-waisted leather jacket, with a slightly upturned hem at the back of the waist, revealing the hem of the fleece and shirt inside, and the hips covered by the jeans.

The straight and smooth curves made Du Wen's corresponding parts move, and there was ...... So good-looking?

She wanted to look in the mirror.

But he was obviously reluctant to look away.

It's as if you're stroking yourself with the lines......

The texture of the leather jacket is completely different from that of fleece, shirts and jeans, just the black and white lines, which can show the difference between crisp and soft like silk, as well as the taut canvas fabric, the folds behind the crooks of the legs, all the way to the stiffest high-top Martin boots.

After being stroked from top to bottom, Du Wen didn't notice that her snort was a little aggravated, and Wan Changsheng, who had no distractions, returned to the head that was only half of his face.

For him, there can be no problem of disproportion in the body, everything is as if there is a laser stakeout in his mind, projected onto the drawing paper without deviation.

The head of the ball tied into a ponytail has no bangs, the top of the head is tight and the ponytail is fluffy, and the bare forehead seems to show intelligence in the charm.

Du Wen felt that her intelligence was rapidly disappearing, and she was intoxicated.

In the end, I saw Wan Changsheng stop the pencil on his face that seemed to have only a few strokes, and put the finishing touch.

The finishing touches have now been transformed into some dragon dance and boat racing ceremonies, but from ancient times to the present, the meaning of these four words in Chinese painting is that all paintings are just foreshadowing.

Only the last stroke, the dragon and phoenix among the people, the pawn of the teeth, the pastoral rest, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, all have to be the finishing touch at the last stroke, as if the stroke of genius made the whole painting, which was originally just a combination of lines, seem to have life at this moment.

At this moment, Du Wen noticed her standing posture on this painting, and looking back, it should be the first time she walked into the classroom, and when she turned around and said thank you to Director Xiao.

The face is smiling, but there seems to be mockery in the eyes!

When I say thank you, my heart is actually full of disdain and ridicule.

It should be aimed at Director Xiao's casual play experience.

A soul full of pride in his heart, smiling quietly when he is despised, but his face is twitching fiercely under his eyes.

It was captured by Wan Changsheng, and it was presented again after more than ten hours.

It's not the aura injected into the fantasy novel, or the light strokes of the pen and ink traces.

Sketch out the plausible face......

It's not exactly Du Wen's somewhat demonic melon seed face, it's even a little plump.

The corners of the eyes, the shape of the eyebrows, and the eyes are divided into lines, which can be combined to have a lively atmosphere.

That's Shen Yun.

Now you can understand why Wan Changsheng said to Zhao Leilei that he should have an artistic sense and can easily understand it.

His white drawing originated from Du Wen, but it was higher than Du Wen, and even more like Du Wen that he felt at that moment in his mind.

The beauty in front of me is just a temporary model.

The model's eyes were glazed over.

Wan Changsheng was accustomed to calling it a day: "Follow me to learn this, it's not difficult." ”

Then he habitually patted the dust on his hands, got up and went to wash and sleep.

Du Wen was stunned and looked at the person on the painting paper blankly, as if she was talking to her soul, and she even stretched out a finger to touch the cheek on the painting, the paper.

It wasn't until there was a sound of rushing water from the kitchen that she jumped up as if she was startled, and jumped at the bathroom door in a panic: "I, I ......"

Sitting there for three hours without moving, Wan Changsheng also understood, and immediately took the basin back to the room to wash.

The slamming of the door signaled his complete evasion.

This made Du Wen feel a little that it would be nice if the master bedroom also had a bathroom, but now she is very relaxed, and she came out and found pajamas to take a bath.

Think about what you have experienced today through the hot water.

What motivates me to make such a move.

Finally, for the first time in my life, I lived in the same house with a boy I had just met, and I was not afraid, and I was in a daze for a long time in front of the white drawing hanging behind the door.

This is probably what is happening between the boys and girls who go out to live together in the center of the conversation at the same time as the dormitory is the most lively.

At the same time, Zhao Leilei proudly showed the final printing process of the stitched painting in the bar with his mobile phone.

A bunch of old guys in their thirties and fifties looked at it.

The Academy of Fine Arts has a characteristic, which is a pity, because almost all the leaders are professional, and they are particularly aware of the explosive feeling of the art talent hidden in the bottom of their hearts.

Because this market is open, and it will not rob each other of jobs, but it is much easier to hold an art exhibition in a group of people.

But Lao Cao sat in the corner with squeezing his eyebrows: "Today, Xiao Fatzi stuffed a girl from the Film and Television Academy to come over...... The kind of beauty who can enter the acting profession at all times, if she has to study art, I arranged for him to sit next to him, and I heard that at dinner, I moved out with this guy. ”

A table of thirty or forty-year-old guys are all in the groove!

The old boy said angrily that this scumbag was not allowed to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

was immediately exposed by Zhao Leilei: "When I was studying in the attached middle school, you were already a young teacher, once you came to our class with someone to help the girls revise their homework, and finally took it away, why did you take it away?" ”

Everyone immediately coaxed, and even middle school students didn't let go of the dog's day!

Lao Tong could only say with a shy face, this little rabbit cub is quite like me back then.

Everyone despises him, people are directly involved in the meeting, you are using your position to care about the next generation, and the level is different from heaven and earth.

was so angry that Lao Tong shouted and waited for Wan Changsheng to come in and then clean him up.

A group of old people who don't cultivate sighed that the afterlife is terrifying, and it is more sincere than the talent for painting just now.

Wan Changsheng didn't know if his ears were hot, so he naturally slept very well.