Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Sour Smell of Youth Love (Seeking Follow-up)
[The first examination of the system begins, and the questions and rules are as follows.] ใ
Youth is a beautiful musical score, composing a cheerful song of life with its happy notes; Youth is a beautiful brush, and with its colorful paints paint a blueprint of life.
[Create a painting with the theme of 'youth']
[There is no time limit for the first exam.] ใ
[Choose the creative method: such as gouache, oil painting, ink painting, comics, blindfold painting, spray painting...... etc.]
Blindfolded painting is the 'master' blindfolded 'babble' waving a brush to paint on paper.
Spray painting is the kind of 'master' on the Internet who fills a mineral water bottle with ink, pierces a hole, and roars 'yaaa......a
Absolutely.
"I have a low wisdom root, and I am not as innovative as the master, so I still choose to choose oil paintings conservatively."
Oil painting is Lin Xian's forte.
When he was a child, his parents went to Europe on their honeymoon to see Van Gogh's paintings, and they made up their minds that "in the future, whether they have a son or a daughter, they will study oil painting." โ
At that time, Lin Xian's father touched his wallet and wiped his sweat in fright, and it was more difficult to train a painter hundreds of times than to train a photographer.
So Lin Xian came into contact with painting at a very young age, the focus is to cultivate oil painting, and he went to any painting class, and Lin's father got up early to make money in order to '10,000 yuan registration fee for the sprint class' and 'registration fee for the enhanced version of 1.5'.
Fortunately, Dad Lin used to make money in the financial field, but most of the family's money was used to cultivate Lin Xian.
Not to mention that the training fee of tens of thousands of dollars a year is spent on his son Lin Xian.
Fortunately, Lin Xian is talented in art, and with professional training, he can be regarded as a talent.
In the second semester of his sophomore year of high school, his parents ...... Don't mention the sad things.
In a word: painting is not something that ordinary families can afford.
After Lin Xian's parents were gone, Lin Xian rarely played with oil painting.
First, painting oil painting is a slow and meticulous work, what I care about is precision and layering, I can't rush it, look at the size of the canvas and what to paint, fast is one or two days, slow is four or five days.
Second, time is money, Lin Xian has to make money to support himself, so he has the money to buy paints and paint.
Third, pigments are really expensive, there are domestic pigments and imported pigments sold on the Internet, and many pigments are not authentic, and there is a deviation from the color you want.
Now that the system exam has been upgraded, Lin Xian plans to use his strengths to deal with it.
[After passing the exam, the unit price of income will be upgraded, and the level of oil painting will also be upgraded.] ใ
In the studio of the French court interior of the villa of the Republic of China, you can see the owner's oil painting collection everywhere, as well as the owner's own oil paintings.
The owner of the house is a lover of oil paintings, and currently emigrated abroad, and this villa has a doorman, as well as regular cleaning and cleaning of the house. Although it is listed on the B&B network, it is only open to guests who are engaged in the painting department, and the owner of the house is not short of money, but is looking for Bole who knows how to paint and understands his collection.
"Youth?"
In the studio, Lin Xian sat on a single bench, wearing an apron, holding a palette in one hand and a pen in the other, with a pure white canvas in front of him.
"How do you draw youth?"
This topic may be very touching and inspiring for middle-aged people who have passed away in their youth, but Lin Xian is eighteen years old and young, and he is in his youth, so this topic will not be unexpected.
Listening to the song without inspiration, Lin Xian put on the headphones, played the music, closed his eyes and thought about the topic, and the familiar melody sounded in the headphones......
The one โช in the classroom on the day you skipped class
How I couldn't โช see it on the day it rained
I really want to get drenched again โช on a rainy day that disappeared
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"Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time......"
Modu Conservatory of Music.
Gu Qingxia, who was wearing a Tang Dynasty pink bandeau dress Hanfu, hummed "Sunny Day", and her toes under the long skirt followed the melody to the beat, and her face was full of happiness.
Some of the surrounding students looked at this Hanfu lady with complicated eyes.
Hanfu lady Gu Qingxia is very famous in school, many male classmates like her, who doesn't like such a perfect Hanfu lady, there are many male students who like it, and there are many female students who hate it.
It's not important, my sister doesn't care, my sister only cares about 'him'.
"Hehe......"
Gu Qingxia secretly had fun, raised her mobile phone 45ยฐ and took a selfie, her whole body exuded the 'sour smell of love', and looked at her phone again, wanting to see if 'he' had sent her WeChat over.
"Huh-"
Next to him, Gu Qingxia kept squinting at Gu Qingxia's current state with his hands on his chest and 'disgusted', rolled his eyes, and was speechless Gu Qingxia, this woman was bewitched by Lin Xian.
"Ouch-"
"Poofโโ, hahaha, you deserve it."
"You-"
Gu Qingxia was self-absorbed and didn't look at the road, her head hit the telephone pole, and Xing Qina patted the long legs of the black silk and applauded.
"Stinky telecommunications poles, ah... It hurts ......."
Gu Qingxia raised his leg and kicked it, and his feet hurt so much.
"Gu Qingxia, you still said that you are not in love, the IQ of women in love is zero, and you kick the telephone pole with your foot is a sign of zero IQ, admit it, the relationship between you and Lin Xian's sister and brother has not simply deteriorated!"
"No, we are pure brothers and sisters."
"It's just spoiled, you like the younger brother who can draw and flirt with your sister."
"Ah (crazy) and nonsense, I'll hit you, don't you run ......"
The campus of youth, the sun is shining, and the years are quiet.
The 'annoyed and angry' Hanfu lady lifted her skirt and flicked it towards Xing Qina in front.
It is the most beautiful scenery of youth.
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Xing Qina rushed into the girls' dormitory building, ran to the 4th floor, 'bang-' pushed open the door of 404, and in a panic, she threw the evil omen that grabbed Yui Nami towards Gu Qingxia who ran in.
"! What about my omen? Xing Qina, you crawl away. โ
Nami Yui's hands dared to be put behind her back to prepare to buckle the button, but she was requisitioned by Xing Qina as a murder weapon, grabbed a T-shirt in a panic, and turned around and saw Gu Qingxia coming back, Nami Yui immediately burst into a bright smile and opened her arms, "Qingxiazi, you are back." โ
Trembling, he ran up and hugged Gu Qingxia.
"Qingxia is Qingxia, there is no Qingxiazi, I am not you myself."
"Boom."
Yui Nami hugged Gu Qingxia and lied with her head in her arms.
"Baht, you've got enough of the Hatano clan."
Gu Qingxia pushed her away in disgust.
"Huhโโ, still push me away in disgust?" Yui Nami pushed Gu Qingxia into the corner, blocked the way, and interrogated, "What do you say is the matter with that art student?" Dare to resist, Qina, Wanyu come over quickly, I have to interrogate today to get a result! โ
"Gu Qingxia is so hateful, the group name [Whoever takes off the single is the dog] was chosen by her, she really wants to be a little, right?"
Jiang Wanyu was wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts that were one size smaller, and when she got off the bed, she looked very fleshy and her figure was really good.
Xing Qina just took off half of the black silk, and she didn't take it off, so she rushed up, and three girlfriends with different styles surrounded Gu Qingxia in the corner.
Yui Nami holding the rope: "Say." โ
Xing Qina took the leather whip: "Don't say yes, right?" โ
Jiang Wanyu lit a candle: "I'm serious." โ