Chapter 135: Feel

Tanzhou is a city that never sleeps, and it is more lively at night, but it is only limited to the business districts that young people love to go to, or places such as night snack cities and night snack streets, and the rest of the areas, after nine o'clock in the evening, will still recede from the hustle and bustle of the day and become gradually quieter.

Li Shi drove the Bentley along the river to the south, although there were a lot of vehicles on the road, but always felt that this area was exceptionally quiet, and when he turned into Yinshan Road, he instantly felt that the surroundings seemed to be lively all of a sudden.

"It's the atmosphere created by the light and the architecture!"

He looked out of his car window at the street, which was clearly much brighter, thoughtfully.

On the road by the river just now, there are no buildings and shops on both sides of the road, and the lights are relatively dim, so even if there are many cars on the road, you will have the illusion of "quiet".

This feeling is also a kind of daily accumulation, which can be used in the future to study all kinds of art, such as photography and painting.

Li Shi remembered it in his heart.

When I arrived at the apartment where Wu Yuan lived, before going upstairs, I took my mobile phone and sent her a message.

After going upstairs, as soon as I rang the doorbell, the door was immediately opened.

A tall, towering nun stood at the entrance with her hands on the door frame, her eyes under her long eyelashes, and her face blushing.

Li Shi didn't rush in, just stood at the door and looked carefully.

This mature woman in exotic costumes, with a shy face, gives people a sense of both contradiction and harmony, and the holy black robe and sexy black silk are worn on her curvy and bewitching body, giving him the urge to turn into a werewolf, tear open the white cotton cloth, and see what is hidden inside.

He has always been a doer who does whatever comes to his mind.

Immediately stepped in, closed the door with her backhand, and then stretched out her hand, and the woman obediently sent her own small waist without fat.

Hands weren't idle, loosening a little zipper and digging in.

After a while, the two came to the living room and sat on the couch to talk about the latest events.

Wu Yuan was very interested in chatting, and at first she was still talking about what she had seen and heard on this business trip, and gradually talked about her sister-in-law Wang Yuelan being blocked by her ex-husband.

Li Shi listened and reviewed his homework - the first lesson of the basics of sketching was the practice of drawing straight lines and arranging lines.

"He played this kind of scoundrel trick, just to force me to give him some more property compensation, and he didn't want to think that the hotel business was not good at the beginning, and he didn't want it! Now that I have run the restaurant well, I have come to get this kind of indiscriminate method, which is too tasteless. ”

"I was really blind at the beginning, no, the more I talked, the more angry I became, and I couldn't wait to call him to death now."

Li Shi smiled: "Let's fight, but Ms. Wu, you first put on a yoga pose that you can stick to, let's be angry, don't delay my study." ”

Wu Yuan was stunned for a moment, her eyes suddenly burst a little watery, and the anger in her heart disappeared most of her at once, and she obediently pouted a certain part, and put on a good-looking and seductive posture before dialing her ex-husband's number.

Any sketch is made up of a myriad of lines that are skillfully combined. Sketching is to use straight lines, curves, spirals, thick lines, thin lines and other lines to combine according to different situations.

The most basic of these is naturally a straight line.

Li Shi recalled what he had learned in the afternoon, and then imagined that the index and middle fingers of his right hand were holding a pencil, and even the tip of his finger was the tip of the pen, drawing on the snow-white and smooth skin.

"When practicing elongated lines, it is better to have the pen and paper at about 30 degrees, first virtual and then real, and practice repeatedly."

"Short lines are generally used to express the light and shade of objects and backgrounds, and when practicing, the angle between the tip of the pen and the paper is 45 degrees, which is also the first virtual and then the real, and the length of the lines drawn should be the same - well, the speed of the pen should be fast."

Li Shi practiced carefully, carefully experiencing the touch of the pen sliding on the white paper, and grasped the force needed to draw each straight line.

Everything that happens from the force, the magnitude of the force, the direction of the force, the frequency and acceleration of the applied force, will determine what the drawn line looks like.

Wu Yuan, who was on the phone, was already arguing.

He also began to practice short lines - with a light force, changing the direction of force back and forth at 180 degrees, but at a fast pace, and trying to find the rhythm that would create an even line.

"Ah~, what do you care what I'm doing, let's die that heart, you can play a scoundrel again! Playing tricks, right, then you can try to see who is crossing! ”

Putting a cruel word on the phone, Wu Yuan bit her red lip and resisted the urge to swear.

But some can endure it, and some can't.

She felt like she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to hang up, but it was too late.

His hand trembled, and the phone fell on the couch.

The screen shows that the call has not hung up, and I can vaguely hear a voice coming from there.

After more than ten seconds, the blankness in his mind receded, and his consciousness regained, so he reached out and groped for a while, picked it up, and hung up directly regardless of the roar on the other end of the phone.

Li Shi didn't care about anything else, just immersed himself in the sea of learning, constantly pondering the line practice.

"By changing the strokes, if the pressure exerted on the tip of the pen changes, lines of different shades are drawn."

"This difference in depth reflects the sense of space and volume."

"This one is a little deeper."

"This one is a little shallower."

"The pressure applied is sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and the resulting brushstrokes are sometimes deep and sometimes shallow."

"Well, I see."

The principle is actually very simple, but it still needs repeated practice when applied to sketching, and in practice, the feedback of reaction force can also allow him to better grasp the force in his hands.

The elasticity of the white paper is very good.

……

At seven o'clock the next morning, Wu Yuan was woken up by a bell.

She picked up her phone and looked at it, and subconsciously frowned, it was still her ex-husband.

Hang up.

After a while, the other party called again.

She thought that things would have to be solved, so she clicked on.

After a while, Wu Yuan said into the phone: "There is nothing to talk about between us, if you play a scoundrel again, don't blame me for being polite!" ”

After hanging up, I glanced at the sofa chair in front of the bedroom window, and I didn't see the expected figure, I was a little disappointed, and I thought, I won't leave so early.

stood up and walked to the living room, and found Li Shi lying on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, and immediately smiled.

He walked over and said, "Why did you get up so early?" ”

Li Shi put down the mobile phone in his hand and said, "When you wake up, come and study for a while." ”

Wu Yuan's red lips opened slightly, but he didn't speak, so he couldn't help but lean into his ear and said softly: "Teacher Li, you are simply ...... It's my God. ”

Li Shi couldn't help but smile, didn't speak, reached out to support her soft waist, and shifted his position.

After a long time, when Wu Yuan sat up and looked at the black pajamas on her body, Li Shi felt a little familiar, it seemed to be the same style as the red pajamas worn by Wang Yuelan, and was about to ask, when he heard a doorbell and a hurried knock at the door.

Who, early in the morning.

It's really uninteresting.

(End of chapter)