Du Wen does have a talent for color.

Wan Changsheng probably knows better than anyone what talent is.

In any craft, practice makes perfect, but with the same effort and sweat, the talented one will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

As the old saying goes, success is 99 percent perspiration plus a little talent, and without that talent, it's just a bunch of fluid secreted by disgusting sweat glands.

The art industry is where talent comes in.

When untalented people enter here, it is easy to be crushed into a loss of confidence, because this place will teach you what it means to be God's reward for food, or real unfairness.

No one can tell what form talent is.

But everyone should have a little bit of a different talent, and God might still be fair on this.

It's just that whether you can discover the talent in your destiny and take the right path is a matter of fate.

The poor children in the mountains will use up all their energy if they can survive.

Du Wen, a city girl with obviously good economic conditions, can try to study art on a whim.

Only then can you discover your sensitivity to color.

Wan Changsheng knew that this could not be compared.

Just as it is impossible for Du Wen to learn his print-based sketching method, it is impossible for Wan Changsheng to copy Du Wen's colorful and wanton swaying.

He carefully felt the kind of scheme reminded by Huang Min, after the monochrome paint painted the light and shade, he just spread a thin layer of color to reveal the light and dark shadows below.

It's a bit of a trick.

Wan Changsheng is equivalent to using monochrome to sketch first and then color.

It is a bit similar to the heavy color of the fine brush in Chinese painting, if the painting is more fine, the pear is round and the apple is ripe can also be fooled.

Anyway, it looks like it's getting closer to the way it looks in the photo.

He didn't dare to take this to ask Du Wen, for fear of being hit by a beautiful woman with explosive color talent, so he quietly asked Teacher Fan.

The young female teacher was distressed: "You don't follow the routine, I can't even say it, you have to look at luck in this way, you know?" Who among the professors who read the papers appreciates this style No, it's a bit offbeat and it's hard to say. ”

Wan Changsheng could only hope for the other two: "The score is not too bad, but it really can't be ...... I don't want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, I can major in art at any university that is jointly enrolled, anyway, my purpose is just to get a college diploma. ”

Teacher Fan is still clear: "You are a traditional Chinese painting background, to the art major of ordinary universities is very disadvantageous, they just simply learn the category of Chinese painting, most of them are Western paintings, your major is difficult to get a breakthrough again, because maybe the teachers of the Chinese painting major are not as high as you, don't overestimate the level of art majors in ordinary universities, professional colleges have professional reasons." ”

Wan Changsheng shrugged, otherwise what would he do.

He is still a bit of the kind of arrogance of a scholar in ancient times, the temple has not begged anyone in the previous twenty years, Wan Changsheng is really not good at this, since he was so chic at the beginning, he carved a seal for Zhao Leilei and did not owe each other, and now he is embarrassed to ask for advice with a cheeky face.

Besides, Wan Changsheng's heart has always been clinging to his own things.

Of course, the most important thing is to pretend to be forced at that time, I didn't ask for Zhao Leilei's phone, I don't know where to find it!

I really deserve to be struck by lightning.

But just because he doesn't go doesn't mean others won't come.

He was struck by lightning in the color course, and Lao Cao still knew about it.

In the afternoon, another young oil painting teacher walked in.

Because Zhao Leilei went to give lectures in other places.

This is another example of talent.

The same black motorcycle leather jacket and paint-stained slacks, worn on this young teacher, are handsome and chic, and the instrument is magnificent.

Because he is tall, has good facial features, and has sharp edges and corners, he is much more handsome in appearance, coupled with his free and easy style in this professional field, he attracts the attention of the opposite sex much more than Zhao Leilei's unconventional and strange appearance.

Looks are also a talent.

In the twitter of many girls looking back, wiping the dark clouds covering the black hair with a very star flavor, putting one hand in the pocket, and looking at Teacher Fan, all made the young female teacher in the training class a little dizzy: "Teacher Mao! How do you have the time to come...... Looking for Lao Cao? ”

Teacher Mao nodded and smiled, swept his eyes over the students, and naturally easily saw the black jacket......

However, it is obviously a little different from when Zhao Leilei came, next to the black jacket, there is now a figure full of colorful small clips, although the gray velvet on his body is very wide, but it can't hide the confidence in his own beauty...... Well, to put it simply, it's the kind of casual pinch that knows how you look good in a few handfuls.

Teacher Mao's eyes almost forgot the black jacket next to him, and he didn't even look at Teacher Fan's side, he put his hands in his pockets and stopped behind Du Wen to look at it for a while.

Wan Changsheng is starting to grind this afternoon study again, it is still the kind of chicken thief method with a monochrome base and a thin layer of color, but it is more realistic than the morning, and he is now trying to move towards realism.

So he doesn't care who's watching.

Du Wen doesn't care who watches, she is very focused when she is immersed in the world of color.

Besides, she is less looked down upon?

This kind of 60 or 70 centimeter high drawing board has a small T-shaped stand on the back, and it is best to sandwich between the legs when sketching, but the color is better to support because the brush is relatively long.

Du Wen's problem is that she has never used a pen in such a cantilever, so it is difficult to outline an accurate shape on a near-vertical picture, and the kind of brush that is twenty or thirty centimeters long is a bit harsh on her, and the tip of the pen is shaky.

But this can't extinguish her enthusiasm for color, humming softly in her mouth, her right hand in the paint box like a dragonfly in the water, the brush connected several colors, only on the lid of the palette quickly reconciled, beat the egg white, and then put the paint on, feel wrong, directly on the drawing paper exposed on the drawing board to wipe off the excess paint, and then adjust the ratio between different pigments to start over.

In fact, it's a bit like a master in a Chinese medicine pharmacy who grabs medicine everywhere in countless small drawers and synthesizes a pack.

Occasionally, when I am satisfied, I lean back on the upper half, as if I retreated to see the feeling between the colors, and casually glanced at Wan Changsheng, who was working finely, and my heart was happy!

The kind of superiority full of grooves.

Then throw the brush into a small bucket and wash it, the action is similar to that of mutton shabu, put it on a wet towel covered with paint and wipe it, and start the next round of color blending.

Inevitably, she would occasionally smear the tip of her paintbrush on her lap or sleeve, and she didn't care.

I really enjoy the feeling of wandering in the world of colors, and occasionally squint and twist my left and right shoulders.

Wan Changsheng was most annoyed by her bad habit of painting and showing off.

I don't care about the feelings of a guy like him who has no talent for color!

Hasn't he ever reviewed the feelings of the people around him when he printed his sketches?

Gifted guys are sick.

The teacher Mao standing behind him was also a little, and suddenly squatted down with a smile and spoke at Du Wen's side: "Classmate, your color feels very good, but I have some suggestions for styling......"

Saying that, he uninvited from the small bucket, casually pulled a medium-sized paintbrush, gently knocked twice on the side of the bucket to shake off the water, and quickly selected several colors to harmonize and retouch Du Wen's picture.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the things drawn by Du Wen are often a little too swollen in the bread and steamed bread yeast in the steamer, but under the pen of this teacher Mao, the knife and axe are cleaned up neatly.

It not only retains her previous color sense, but also allows the shape effect to quickly climb several levels, which is definitely a beautiful gouache still life study!

Masters, really masters!

In every way.