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18. Lighting the Night for the Revolution

Not being attentive is enough to describe Wan Changsheng's serious enthusiasm in teaching and guidance.

Du Wen felt that he must have prepared the class.

Both of them held the drawing board and painted paper, facing the pattern drawing steps prepared by Wan Changsheng.

By the way, Du Wen bought the drawing board and the paper. At that time, she was kind enough to take care of the poor students and bought two sets so that both of them would not have to move the classroom and apartment frequently.

At this time when class started, even though Wan Changsheng turned on the phone and counted the alarm clock and stopwatch, she still couldn't help but tell the money clearly: "I have to give it money too!"

Wan Changsheng, who costs five hundred yuan per hour, made a decision: "This is a teaching aid, a teaching aid for you! I don't need it!"

Du Wen was so angry that Hiccup said, "Then don't drink my drink!"

Wan Changsheng looked at me and when did I care about your carbonated drink: "I boil water and drink tea, can you still attend classes!"

Du Wen strictly demanded: "Time starts from now on, not just a few minutes!"

Wan Changsheng doesn't pay attention to it: "Okay, okay, I have read the exam content and targeted teaching they have compiled in recent years and found a loophole. If you have thought about this course, I think the loophole is here."

Du Wen was instantly quiet. The young man and woman filled with living room lights sat on the sofa, almost sitting side by side, with their legs spreading to the drawing board in between.

The girl thought that the huge opening and closing legs were a bit indecent, but seeing Wan Changsheng had no wretched and teasing temperament, she did it seriously. In fact, during the day, she could see that all the cram students sat like this.

In fact, it looks a bit like a couple sitting on the sofa watching TV, but they are seriously learning cultural skills for the sake of revolution.

Wan Changsheng pointed to Fan Hua: "Teacher Lu is good. He deliberately said a very important thing in front of me. There is an important difference between Chinese painting and Western painting. It is that when you start learning Chinese painting, you can copy it. Do you know what copying is? It just looks at the painting at a glance. All Chinese paintings start with the paintings of their predecessors. You can read 300 Tang poems well and can recite them even if you can't write poems. This is the reason, and I do it in this way."

Du Wen quickly looked around and said, "Do I need to take notes?"

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "There is nothing to remember. Everything is just to allow you to quickly draw things that have passed the exam in two months. That thing is not necessarily called painting."

Du Wen understood his ridicule and curled his lips. In fact, Wan Changsheng was mocking the test questions. Even what he printed out by himself was not called paintings, rather than satirizing Du Wen's level.

Wan Changsheng did not explain this: "Back to the point, Teacher Lu said that foreigners must start by painting a still life, drawing things around them, and then understand this kind of light, shadow, volume, structure, such as eggs..."

Du Wen hurriedly: "I know this! The story of Leonardo da Vinci drawing eggs!"

Wan Changsheng actually likes this kind of interactive teaching with both back and forth: "Yes, that's the reason, but in fact, in recent years, there are too many candidates, such as buying hundreds or thousands of eggs, or hundreds of jars, bags, and styles that require you to basically ensure everyone's fairness. As for drawing real people, it is even more difficult to guarantee. The difficulty of drawing tens of thousands or tens of thousands of candidates is different, and the sitting angle is different. If you suddenly order hundreds of plaster images, the blind man knows what to take. So now it is often a very small number of people discussing good exam questions, putting a group of things, putting a plaster avatar or finding a real model, taking a photo, and letting everyone draw based on the photos during the exam."

Du Wen's IQ is indeed proportional to her appearance: "Oh, yes, yes, this is absolutely fair and consistent, a good way!"

Wan Changsheng despised: "This is an official article. Put a high-headed sermon on the desk and buy new tools in the store... Sorry, I'm not criticizing the policy, this can only be done in this way, so I don't like taking the exam very much. What I want to express is, then have you found that the photos are just flat things. We are actually similar to copying photos, and then we only need to add the perspective, light, shadow, structure, virtuality and reality required by Western paintings. A high score will come out."

Du Wen tried her best to keep up: "The photo is a flat picture, we are drawing it according to the photo... I basically understand this, you joined later... I'm sorry I really know nothing."

Wan Changsheng was very gentle: "Well, I don't know why you have to jump here from the film and television major that you may be familiar with. What impressed you to jump over, but now you don't need to understand these things. I will teach you slowly in two months. I think time may be enough. If you take the admission examination for the art major of ordinary colleges and universities, the difficulty is lower than that of the Academy of Fine Arts. This is a sketching class. I haven't learned the color yet. I will teach you after learning it. You can also learn with me in class. Finally, the third exam sketch is a high-scoring project that I don't need to practice. I will spend ten minutes teaching you every day after class, and I should be able to get high-scoring scores in two months."

Du Wen felt that it was a bit worth the 500 yuan per hour, so she nodded seriously and tried her best to be sincere: "Thank you, I know it's not easy, and it's even a bit hard, but I want to change. I want to be a person with professional ability, not anyone who sees me will believe that I rely on my face to make a living. I can't imagine that my life will end after I get old and lose my lust? The few times I have been through art training classes suddenly made me feel impulsive. I really want to learn this, and I don't know why."

Wan Changsheng nodded with a smile: "I don't care about this. If you have a decision and stick to it, that's your business. Come on, let's copy Fan Hua. To be honest, it's the first time I've drawn according to Fan Hua's steps. My own painting method is only applicable to my basics and not for you. Now let's practice this standard sketching method from scratch together. I can also know where your difficulties are at any time. Come on, unfold the paper, stick tape, pencils, and let's sharpen the pencil together, and the art-style pencils."

Du Wen looked at the boy full of ritualism, held a new pencil and took a utility knife in his other hand, quickly followed, and gave an extra smile.

No more than half an hour ago, even the drink was not given to the other party's determination.

It feels very comfortable from the bottom of my heart.

The entire living room of more than ten square meters suddenly seemed much brighter.

Wan Changsheng can appreciate beauty and is happy to appreciate it. Rujiu squinted her eyes and was intoxicated, so she started to sharpen the pencil seriously and observed Du Wen's gestures: "Push, this finger pushes and increases the force. Yes, wait a moment, I will take some tape to wrap it around this finger. Remember in the future, this part is used to force the spine when sharpening the pencil. This is a mark and can also ensure that the fingers are not injured."

From the small bag, I found a wound and wet pain relief ointment, tear off a small piece and handed it over, and Wan Changsheng pointed it strictly on his fingers, and asked Du Wen to paste it himself.

Absolutely not deceive the true gentleman in the dark room.

Du Wen, who had already stretched out the slender jade fingers and waited, felt this way now.

But a smart mind will inevitably flash. Why does he carry a pain relief cream in his bag at any time?
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