Su Qingluan sat on the chair in the main hall of Muxing's house very unfiguratively, like a salted fish that had lost his dream.

Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's loveless look, and couldn't help but smile: "Teaching hard, little 'sir'." ”

"It's not a question of hard work or not...... Su Qingluan's baby fat face wrinkled into buns, "More than tired, I think it's really difficult to make people understand!" ”

Many common words of sketching, such as perspective and proportion, are occasionally used by Su Qingluan in a non-sketching environment when speaking in modern times, which is actually not a rare word for modern people.

It is better to say that these words are very common, so common that even if they appear frequently, they do not need special explanations, and basically they can understand the meaning.

But the more such "commonplace" abstract concepts are, the more cumbersome they are to explain.

If it is a unique item, Su Qingluan can completely bring this item, such as preserved eggs, to everyone and tell everyone the corresponding name.

But by "proportion", modern people can immediately understand what they are talking about, but it is difficult to explain it to the ancients, and in this era when the same words often had different meanings.

However, this kind of small "common high-frequency vocabulary" is interspersed in every step of teaching, and Su Qingluan feels that it is not ordinary tired.

However, although their "students" are obedient enough and respect themselves through Mu Xingzhi's screening, at least on the surface, they definitely do not have Mu Xingzhi's understanding of "listening to strings and knowing elegance", but often have a sentence to make Su Qingluan say repeatedly.

However, many common conceptual problems are commonplace and very abstract, and Su Qingluan's last sketch class was more than ten years ago. You ask her to draw, and she can pick it up, after all, the basics of this thing are known, and the rest is practice makes perfect.

However, in the initial "basic skills" link, if you want to omit common nouns, you need to explain them over and over again in easy-to-understand language and examples, which greatly increases the workload and difficulty of the work.

In fact, Mu Xingzhi did not study with others, to be precise, he was Su Qingluan's "trial sparring partner" - she told Mu Xingzhi again, Mu Xingzhi asked her to record the possible problems, and Su Qingluan went back to figure out how to explain it in words that everyone could understand.

The standard of explanation is until Somber can understand it.

According to the frequency of classes in previous lives, it was generally sketching once a week. However, in this era, there is no concept of "Zhou", only "Ten", and everyone learns sketching not to cultivate sentiment, but to apply. Therefore, Su Qingluan set the date of the class on the multiple days of "five", that is, the fifth, tenth, and fifteenth days of each month...... And so on.

As a result, in the past half a month, Su Qingluan has been "devastated" four times, and he is physically and mentally exhausted.

Song Bo looked at the stack of miserable "homework" on the table next to Su Qingluan, frowned in disgust, and asked with some uncertainty: "How long will it take for them to 'get out of the school'?" ”

Su Qingluan looked at the pile of ...... Forget it, she closed her eyes and was out of her mind: "Although this kind of talent does not require any outstanding talent, it is not completely unpicky - a certain degree of talent and an absolute degree of diligence are required." They're just getting started. ”

Although the story of Leonardo da Vinci's "painting eggs" is only fictional, it also shows to a certain extent that sketching requires a lot of practice. What's more, the group of people in front of them don't need any artistic attainments and pursuits, they only need to be "practical", so they don't need more aesthetic training, just pursue "lifelike".

Even so, it takes a lot of hard practice to be able to achieve the goal of "confusing the real with the fake".

Su Qingluan took a sip of tea, ate a piece of refreshment, padd his stomach, and began to correct his homework.

Since these people are all novices, the mistakes they made when they stepped on the pit, whether it was Su Qingluan herself or those former classmates, had stepped on it countless times, so she could roughly know where the problem was as long as she glanced at it.

So in the blank space, Su Qingluan first wrote down the cause of the problem, and then wrote different solutions as a reference.

Looking at the seven "homework" in this way, it is already the right time.

Su Qingluan sorted out the "homework" and handed it to Songbo, and he would send it to those people.

After coming back from Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan originally wanted to continue to go back to his room, but he didn't expect that Daddy and Auntie had already returned.

"Big girl, just now a very cleanly dressed person came to you, seeing that you are not there, I left a letter!" Yang pointed in the direction of Su Qingluan's room, "I'll put you in your own room, go and take a look!" ”

Yang's so-called "clean dress" refers to those who dress more decently than ordinary people.

Su Qingluan looked at Yang's face without showing a gossipy expression, and knew that eighty percent of the people who came to deliver the letter were little girls or middle-aged and elderly men.

If it is "Hongfu Building", the guys there are all wearing short fights embroidered with the words and patterns of Hongfu Lou in a uniform style, and Yang can recognize it.

But if it's not "Hongfu Building"......

Su Qingluan's heart moved, and he counted the days: Is it ......?

Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan heard that Sister Ah was back, and as always, they came over and asked if it was hard work today - the two of them already knew that Su Qingluan needed to teach others to "draw".

At this time, rubbing my brother's head and pinching my sister's face is a very healing thing. But today's Su Qingluan didn't have much thought, and only smiled and told them: "Sister still has some things to do, can I come and play with you later?" ”

Su Xuanhe looked at Su Qingluan and immediately nodded: "Sister, go get busy, I'll lead my sister to play." ”

Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother: Sure enough, in the short time he has been going to the school, this little guy has become more and more like a "brother".

Su Qingluan touched his brother's head, turned around and went back to the room to close the door, took a deep breath, and picked up the unopened envelope on the bedside table.

It sounds like an "invitation", and to put it bluntly, it is a "notice", asking Su Qingluan to go to Xie Mansion tomorrow, although the words are elegant, but they are very polite.

Naturally, there is no need for rich people to be polite to Su Qingluan, a little peasant girl, and Su Qingluan didn't take this to heart.

Fortunately, the Xie family did not get mad and asked Su Qingluan to walk to Xie's mansion, indicating that they were coming to the carriage to pick up Su Qingluan in the morning.

Although there is a special car to pick up people, Su Qingluan doesn't feel a little happy - a good morning, who can be happy to face a group of people with eyes on the top of their foreheads and nostrils?

However, Su Qingluan thought about it again: since the Xie family was able to send him an "invitation" and deliberately indicated that there would be a car to pick him up tomorrow, does that mean that the jam of the "Four Times" series has been loved by the nobles?

When she thought about it, she didn't get tired, and she didn't shake her head and sigh.

What nostrils look at people, that is called noble and cold! Su Qingluan decided to tear up his festival and chew and eat it, and bow to the money power - just kidding, the world is big, and Party A's father is the biggest!

Especially since this may be one of the main sources of customers in the future! Su Qingluan swept away his previous sleepiness in an instant, and became energetic.

Waiting until the next day, Su Qingluan deliberately put on the dress that had been prepared the day before, which one was willing to wear once on the day of Qixi Festival. However, because the weather is cooler now, the Yang family added another big piece to Su Qingluan outside.

Su Qingluan had never put makeup on her face since she crossed over. Although she had painted Tian Xing'er a few times and received unanimous praise, Su Qingluan always thought that her body was only thirteen years old - still a virtual age - so it was best not to mess with those messy cosmetics and greet her face.

What's more, there are no production standards and batch numbers for cosmetics in this era, and it is normal to put any lead powder and cinnabar and strange things in it.

The irony is that both lead powder and cinnabar are expensive minerals, so they are only used for "high-end cosmetics".

And ordinary people like Su Qingluan can only afford to use "pure natural cosmetics" such as "rice noodles".

However, today, Su Qingluan used ink strips to hook his eyeliner and trim his eyebrows to make his eyes sharper and more imposing, and used lip grease prepared with flower juice and ointment to make himself look more complex.

In fact, such an almost naked appearance is not an exaggeration, but with a few simple strokes, Su Qingluan's original beautiful and lovely appearance has become more familiar, wise and imposing.

When Su Qingluan went out, the Yang family, Su Guangfu and his younger brother Su Xuanhe had already left, leaving only her sister Su Xueyan, Su Qingluan took her to the Li family opposite, and explained to the coachman that she would come when she went.

Sun Guixiang originally happily beckoned Su Xueyan into the house to eat the fruit, but when she looked up and saw Su Qingluan, she was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "My sister is even more beautiful today, and she is also ...... It's not the same as usual. ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "I'm going out." ”

Sun Guixiang was curious: "Do you want to see the man?" ”

Su Qingluan shook his head: "It's to make money." ”

Without further explanation, she turned and walked to the carriage parked in front of her house.

Although he had been to Xie Zi'an's house many times, according to the wording in the "invitation letter", Su Qingluan intuitively felt that what he needed to face this time might not be the somewhat moody second young master, but someone else.

Considering that there would be another tough battle later, Su Qingluan found a relatively comfortable posture and leaned back, planning to squint for a while to recuperate - after all, from the Su family to the Xie Mansion, it would take nearly an hour at the speed of the carriage.

For such a long time, if you sit upright in a standard posture, you will definitely not be able to get along with your own bone joints.

I don't know how long it took, Su Qingluan heard a low voice outside: "Su Niangzi, it's here." ”

Su Qingluan took a deep breath and lifted the curtain.