"How many times do you think he could come to class?"

"Yes." If you put it to dry, you can also put it away, that is: "Lu Shen, these things, will they be bought for you." ”

Gu Ci smiled and motioned her head to look forward, look forward!

064 (Gifted.)

Gu Ci turned his head distractedly, just met Lu Zhiyuan's eyes, and shyly moved away: "I told you, you can't repeat the line, you can't write if you can't look at it for a while." "He has a heart.

"You didn't look at me just now, where did you look?"

Meng Qingxue was so angry that her heart was sullen, how could the ancient words be so shameless, what about her backbone, didn't Lu Shao really see that this woman had ulterior motives and bad intentions.

"Alright, class." Professor Yang pushed his glasses and was already standing on the stage: "The still life is placed, there are no extra words, and the class will begin." ”

Gouache is a big class, one class for a day.

Gu Ci started the draft, and said in a low voice: "I found that no, many people are looking at you." ”

Lu Zhiyuan: "......" Why did he find those.

"Still." The old rhetoric paused for a moment: "I also have someone to watch." ”

Lu Zhiyuan immediately put away his pen: Who?

"You, the only person in the spotlight, look at me, shouldn't I be proud?"

Lu Zhiyuan put the pen on the drawing paper again, and outlined the outline of the still life.

The old saying goes: "Self-confidence." ”

You can be a little more confident.

Gu Ci looked at him, and suddenly spoke so well, because of yesterday's events? It was just kissing yesterday, could it be that nothing happened to him at home, but she was overguessing?

Lu Zhiyuan suddenly thought of something, and took out a stack of bound A4 paper from the tool box and gave it to her. She has the kung fu to help others compose pictures, and she should not be afraid of wasting time choosing one.

Gu Ci looked at the house above, the structure of the house, the rental price, how far it is from the school, suitable for several people to live, and what are the surrounding supporting facilities, which are clearly marked: "You did it?" She just mentioned it, and her parents were in a special situation.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't speak.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

He doesn't have to sleep every day.

"Thank you."

Don't use those two words.

Gu Ci looked gentle: "I'll give you an answer after reading it." Although he just glanced at it, there were a few houses that were very suitable, the first floor, which was convenient for her parents to enter and exit, and he must have chosen it for a long time, so: "I'll take a look at what you painted, do you need me to help you draft?" ”

"No...... Use ......" Lu Zhiyuan thought of how she helped Zhou Xiaolan draw, and immediately ticked the draft in three or two, and there were many people.

Gu Ci didn't expect him to draw well: "Not bad." ”

Lu Zhiyuan took the opportunity to say: "The school has a good sculpture project, I think, you have to work anyway, do you want to try?" Paid. ”

Gu Ci couldn't help but sound another voice in his head: "You are good at art, there is a senior in your senior year who wants to find an outdoor painter, do you have time?" ”

The tone of understatement, the topic of casual stir-up, as if it was just a trivial matter, and it just suited her.

"If you want to work part-time, it's good to have a better major."

'It's also a part-time job, and it's different. ’

"I haven't asked about the salary yet."

If you don't have a lot of money, don't dislike it, it's all about work experience. ’

The two different faces almost strangely overlapped, and the ancient words quickly drew long traces on the paper, and hurriedly spoke: "Okay." ”

Lu Zhiyuan's slightly lowered eyebrows relaxed: "Then I'll help you agree." ”

Gu Ci looked at the abrupt lines, and suddenly felt a little depressed in her heart, she mentioned it before she could open her mouth, she should be satisfied.

"Give." Lu Zhiyuan handed over his eraser, and the line was wrong.

Gu Ci looked at the eraser, looked at him, didn't answer, and said with a smile: "Look at it, I'll do a magic trick for you." As he spoke, the pen walked on the abrupt lines, and the dead branches and flowers stretched and broke on this line, poignant and desolate, new and eternal.

Lu Zhiyuan watched quietly, and the pieces of lifeless petals seemed to really bloom on her painting paper, eternal and undefeated.

Lu Zhiyuan's gaze moved to her face, knowing that she was highly talented, and he couldn't imagine that she was so powerful.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't bother her anymore and retreated to his position, he didn't come to disturb her class, every class was very important to her, and it was a tool for her to survive in the future.

Lu Zhiyuan started writing again.

The old words gradually forgot the people around her, and it was easy to sink into them and get carried away with the things she loved for many years, and the still life slowly took shape in her hands, and the physical paintings seemed to jump out of the original framework and become rich and story-telling.

The old professor walked behind everyone, paused for a long time in front of the ancient dictionaries, and nodded, this kid is really talented, and he has no talent to be bound by techniques and frameworks.

I thought that this kind of talent would be worn out and adjusted after acquired education, but the result was not, but it became more intense and self-contained, and solidified into a genre.

If she didn't know that this child was from an ordinary background, she would have thought that she had a master in this area in her family and inherited a supreme talent, but even ordinary people should have the inheritance of folk art, but there is none.

It can only be said that he is talented.

The old professor stood in front of Shi Sinian's sketch for a while, this kid is also very good, his skills are mature, he has ideas, he is very good compared with other students, he is a craftsman, and geniuses and ghosts cannot be compared.

The old professor was just about to leave, but he couldn't help but stand still behind Lu Zhiyuan, and didn't move again, this painting seemed to be a little familiar.

The old professor leaned closer: "You...... Not from our class. "The voice was low.

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at the ancient words next to him.

Professor Yang looked at his apprentice, and then at this man, frowning, falling in love is the most genius-consuming, especially female artists falling in love, it is a disaster, but he believes that the ancient rhetoric, the clear carrying, it is still possible to go to the next level because of the separation and integration of the relationship: "Very discerning." ”

"Thank you." Lu Zhiyuan also thinks so, not to mention that he is complimenting.

"Your foundation is also good, you can consider changing departments."

A few girls next to him laughed, and the professor of the chemical engineering department was afraid that he would eat people.

"Hurry up and draw, what to see, don't concentrate, the tools in your hands are your favorite, no matter how good-looking a man is, there is a master, what is good-looking, draw." Is this just the way to draw? Why is it so familiar?

Too much to see?

Professor Yang couldn't see why he was coming, and turned to leave.

After finishing a small section of the ancient dictionaries, he stretched his waist, took a break between classes, turned to look at Lu Zhiyuan, and was stunned for a moment: "You touch ...... this time."

Lu Zhiyuan leaned down and helped her close the lid of the paint box, which was easy to air dry.

Gu Ci stood up suspiciously, glanced at him again in front of his painting, and couldn't help laughing: "Chu Chu, do you have a very good memory, and you have copied the brushwork of Professor Yang to paint this group of still lifes back then." ”