Professor Yang took off his eyes, walked over, and suddenly said, "I said why it looks so familiar." ”

Professor Yang has a set of recorded freshman still life analysis, which includes a detailed explanation of this group of still lifes, and Lu Zhiyuan may have copied the whole process of Professor Yang from the beginning of the pen to the semi-finished product, even the width and narrowness of the pigment are the same.

Professor Yang was in a better mood: "Yes, yes, very discerning. ”

Isn't it strange that the professor doesn't think it's a matter of vision? She thinks she has good ability, and she can't imitate a picture exactly the same.

Lu Zhiyuan's painting can no longer be regarded as simply copying Professor Yang's painting method, but copying, which is not inferior to the copying of the original picture.

Such a pen, such a skillful and identical color matching, the exact width and brightness, as long as Lu Zhiyuan finishes painting, the two paintings together cannot be reproduced at all.

This is no longer a ability, but a living reproduction.

What if it's fake?

Professor Yang obviously didn't look so carefully, but he felt that this young man was good and discerning, not only accompanied his girlfriend to class, but also did so much homework: "Isn't it simple and easy to understand, very penetrating, tell me about your girlfriend well, and let her worship me as a teacher as soon as possible." ”

The old words will not be broken: "Teacher Yang is already my teacher." ”

"That's not enough, the kind that drinks tea."

"Professor Yang, you are eccentric."

"Yes, we can all pour tea for the professor."

"Okay, one by one is the best at playing tricks, you all listen, you can't draw worse than this classmate, otherwise you will deduct credits."

"Professor, you can't do that."

"Professor."

Professor Yang walked away without looking back amid the grievances of a flower of the motherland.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at the color of the ancient words, and his mood was more stable: dead and sunny.

Gu Cici turned his gaze back and saw him sitting obediently in front of her sketch: "I was impressed by my painting skills." "No matter how good a person's memory is, is it necessary to use it so completely in a painting? Moreover, with such a high talent, why not draw it yourself.

Lu Zhiyuan's fingers brushed the edge of the color matching with affection, and he did not hide the praise in his heart: "It is indeed beyond expectations." "Her paintings, with their unstoppable spirituality and arrogance and barbarism, are natural artists, unlike her own paintings, which are chaotic and unworthy of keeping, let alone being seen.

"Yours is good, too." Copy-and-paste like a ghostly workmanship, a few people can do it, and the ancient words seem to ask casually: "Have you ever learned to draw?" ”

Lu Zhiyuan replied ashamedly: "I have been in contact with it a little." "He likes the paintings of rhetoric, beautiful and quiet, obviously still life realistic, but it seems to have carved out the world and extended her soul.

The ancient rhetoric looked at his words, a little? Can you reproduce the score exactly what? This is too against the sky: "I always feel that in the future, the two of us will be Leonardo da Vinci and Qi Baishi in the art world." ”

As soon as Zhou Xiaolan sat back, she heard her best friend say unashamedly: "Don't blow it, people are in charge of business, you are a painter at best, who will be Qi Baishi with you, me?" Lu Shen, you painted so well. ”

The old rhetoric removed her flattering face: "Mine, put away the admiration." ”

"Can you blame me! There is no reason for it, it is even better than what I paint as an art student. ”

The old rhetoric and honor: "Do you want it?" Auctioned to you. ”

"You did the Lord!"

Li Wenqiong immediately raised his hand: "I'll buy, I'll buy." ”

"Mine!" Gu Ci then sighed: "The family is too good, what should I do if I want to hide it?" ”

Lu Zhiyuan's fingers shrank softly when she heard this, she said that his paintings were good, and she was willing to do Qi Baishi together, she did not deny his paintings.

Lu Zhiyuan's mood became lazy.

There was laughter all around: "Old words, you're enough." ”

"The dog food is running out, isn't it?"

"Lu Shen doesn't eat it."

Gu Ci was fighting with his classmates.

Lu Zhiyuan withdrew his hand and sat back in his place, her person, her paintings, and the road she walked were all so comfortable......

Shi Sinian felt very annoyed, Lu Zhiyuan was not the first to accompany his girlfriend to class, why did they all gather here to watch the excitement! Just because Lu Zhiyuan is different!

Shi Sinian couldn't deny that he was indeed different, the things around him and his people were all different, he was sitting in a bunch of painting tools that she couldn't afford, all of them were height and confidence that she couldn't reach!

But he gave all these to the ancient words, who doesn't know that Lu Zhiyuan is not an art student, who will use these things in the future!

Shi Sinian thought that he didn't look at her that night, his heart was crossed, and the pen in his hand accidentally fell to the ground, snapping, and the sound was drowned in everyone's laughter. With the master's expectations, the pen rolled precisely to Lu Zhiyuan's feet and stopped.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't move.

Shi Sinian slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to pat him on the shoulder and ask him to help pick it up, but he didn't know who hit him, and the whole person fell towards Lu Zhiyuan with a palette: "Ah-"

The old saying is quick with the eyes. , quickly flashed over, blocked in front of Lu Zhiyuan, and caught her: "Are you okay?" ”

Lu Zhiyuan held the easel's hand, slowly let go, and immediately held on to the ancient words.

"Excuse me, your clothes!" The new style of the season sent by Lu Shen: "Stained with paint!" ”

Lu Zhiyuan's hand grabbed Gu Cici's arm and shook the person and girl away from Cici's hand.

What are you doing? Gu Ci quietly took his hand away and straightened Shi Sinian: "Be careful." By the way, help her pick up the pen.

"Thank you." It was almost Lu Zhiyuan who caught her, why did she rush out, but immediately said in panic: "Your clothes ......" This is Lu Zhiyuan bought, will he open his mouth?

"It's okay, just wash it."

Li Wenqiong was a little pity: "I don't know if I can wash it off?" ”

"Shall I pay you one?" So, where to buy it?

"It's okay, I'm ......"

Lu Zhiyuan directly dragged the person back and sat down: "Your arm hit the easel just now." He said worriedly and lifted her sleeve.

"I'm fine."

"Something."

"It's fine."

"I've got something." Lu Zhiyuan looked at her.

The old words are speechless.

There was laughter all around: "Huh-"

The old rhetoric looked up: "Still looking." But the man sat down quietly and let him examine it.

"It's a little green."

"No?"

"It's green."

"How is that possible?" Then he said, "Where?" ”

Zhou Xiaolan sniffed, what kind of sweet plot?

The surrounding classmates smiled kindly.

"Everywhere."

"In my heart, even more."

"What are you doing, what are you doing, are you not going to class?" They glanced at the warning of the ancient words, and smiled again: "Pay attention to the influence, pay attention to the rise, don't be like me, those who have no status can only sacrifice themselves to cooperate with their boyfriends." ”

"Old words, why don't you die."

"Old words, you're enough!"

Shi Sinian sat back in his seat alone, aggrievedly sorted out the spilled paint, and felt depressed and depressed and wanted to cry, why!