Du Wen's ten slender and white fingers wrapped around a few finger tapes, as delicate and pitiful as a wife who had encountered a cold face, her forehead was wrapped with a turban.

But Wan Changsheng used this method to position it, allowing Du Wen to clarify how to use force to sharpen the pencil and which finger to use force when holding the pen and pulling the lines.

Then, following the standard magic wand holding a pen gesture, Du Wen was taught to feel the pencil passing by the slightly rough paper, from the most basic short lines to the long lines, I practiced for three hours!

Of course, just one hour later, Wan Changsheng turned off the charging time.

Afterwards, Du Wen sat there repeatedly and repeated practices according to Wan Changsheng's requirements.

After more than an hour, Wan Changsheng's words suddenly decreased, and he just divided the drawing paper into nine grids. Each grid had a different line style. He demonstrated several lines. Du Wen filled the grid himself, and each grid would probably draw about four or five hundred.

In three hours, Du Wen drew three pictures!

The extremely boring lines were pulled, but the girl persisted and her wrist was a little stiff at the back. She had to use arm movement instead, and Wan Changsheng ruthlessly smashed her arm with the picture album.

It's really a heavy call!

For the remaining two hours, he has been flipping through the demonstration album, which is no longer necessary for him.

Du Wen noticed it, so she gritted her teeth and persevered.

I finally filled the last square and almost fell down with my arms in my arms.

Wan Changsheng said: "I performed well and I will give you a reward. These ten minutes of sketches are for free, which will make you a little interested in this."

As he said that, he took his drawing board and pencil, and put it on the white paper, using the gesture of holding the pencil to write, quickly outlining the lines without thinking.

The first line is very short, more like a stroke of brackets, but the flowing lines behind it seem to have life lines. It turns out to be the forehead, because the second one below and the third one form the cheek and chin...

Du Wen, who thought she was very smart, rubbed her right wrist hard while watching intently.

But the movements on her hands quickly and slowly stopped.

Because when the lines expanded, she recognized her lamb collar leather jacket, a slightly high-waisted leather jacket, and the hem of the back waist was a little upturned, revealing the velvet sweater and the hem of the shirt inside, and also revealing the buttocks wrapped in jeans.

The sleek curve made Du Wen move the corresponding parts. Is it... so beautiful?

She wants to look in the mirror.

But now I was obviously reluctant to look away.

It seems to be following the lines, touching yourself...

The texture of the leather jacket is completely different from the velvet sweater, shirt and jeans. The black and white lines can actually show the difference between a crisp and soft one like silk, as well as tight canvas fabric, the wrinkles behind the bends of the legs, and the hardest high-top Martin boots.

After being stroked from top to bottom, Du Wen didn't realize that her breathing had a little heavier, Wan Changsheng, who was focused on returning to the head with only half of his face.

For him, there is no problem of physical disproportionality. Everything seems to be in his mind with a laser scattered image, projecting it onto the drawing paper without any deviation.

The bun with a ponytail is tied into a ponytail without bangs, the ponytail is tight and fluffy on the top of the head. The glossy forehead seems to show intelligence in its charm.

Du Wen felt that her intelligence was disappearing rapidly and was intoxicated.

Finally, I saw Wan Changsheng staying on his pencil on his face that seemed to have only a few strokes, the finishing touch.

The finishing touch has now become a ceremony for the finishing touch of dragon dance and boat racing, but from ancient times to the present, the meaning of these four characters in Chinese painting is that all paintings are just a prelude.

Only the last stroke, the dragon and phoenix among people, the pawns, the pastoral rest, and the countryside, all have to be highlighted in the last stroke, like a stroke of magic, which makes the whole painting that was originally just a combination of lines seem to have life at this moment.

At this moment, Du Wen noticed the posture of her standing in this painting. Looking back, it should be the first time she walked into the classroom. She turned around and said thank you to Director Xiao.

The face is smiling, but the eyes seem to be ridiculed!

When I say thank you, my heart is actually full of disdain and ridicule.

It should be about Director Xiao’s casual experience.

A soul full of inner pride, smiling quietly on his face when he was despised, but his eyes were slashing hard.

It was actually captured by Wan Changsheng and presented it again after more than ten hours.

It’s either the injected spiritual energy into fantasy novels, or the traces of pen and ink are as light as the traces.

Outline the plausible face...

It's not exactly Du Wen's melon-shaped face that is a bit charming, and it's even a little plump.

The corners of the eyes, the shape of the eyebrows, and the finishing eyes are separated and lines are made, which can be combined to give a vivid atmosphere.

This is Shen Yun.

Now we can understand why Wan Changsheng said to Zhao Leilei that he should have a sense of art and can easily understand it.

His plain words originated from Du Wen, but higher than Du Wen, and even more like the Du Wen he felt at that moment in his mind.

The beauty in front of me is just a temporary model.

The model's eyes were dull.

But Wan Changsheng got used to it and finished his work: "It's not difficult to learn this with me."

Then he habitually patted the dust on his hands, got up and went to wash and go to bed.

Du Wen stared blankly at the person on the drawing paper, as if she was talking to her soul. She even stretched out a finger to touch the cheek on the drawing, just a paper.

It was not until the sound of water came from the kitchen that she jumped up like she was awakened, and jumped up in panic at the bathroom door: "I, I..."

After sitting there for three hours without moving, Wan Changsheng understood and immediately brought the basin back to the room to wash.

The heavy sound of closing the door showed his complete avoidance.

This made Du Wen feel a little bit like it would have a bathroom in the master bedroom. Now she is very relaxed, so she even found her pajamas to take a shower when she came out.

Using the hot hot water, I thought about what I had experienced today.

What led to my actions.

Finally, I lived in the same house with a boy I just met for the first time in my life. I was not worried at all and was still staring at the blank silhouette hanging behind the door for a long time.

This is probably what is happening between the boys and girls living together in the dormitory while the conversation is the most lively.

At the same time, Zhao Leilei proudly displayed the final printing process of the splicing painting in the bar with his mobile phone.

A bunch of old guys in their thirties, forties and fifties looked at him.

The Academy of Fine Arts has a characteristic, which is very jealous of talent, because almost all leaders are professional and are particularly aware of the explosion feeling that the artistic talent is hidden in the heart. Once a good seedling is discovered, it is basically difficult to suppress it. They are busy supporting and proud.

Because this market is open and will not grab each other's jobs, it is much easier to hold a painting exhibition with many people.

But Lao Cao hugged and sat on the corner: "Today, Fatty Xiao stuffed a girl from the Film and Television Academy... She could get into the performance major. She insisted on studying art. I arranged for him to sit next to him. I heard that he moved out with this guy at dinner."

There are all old guys in their thirties and forties on the table!

Lao Tong said angrily that this scumbag was not allowed to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Zhao Leilei immediately exposed: "When I was in the affiliated high school, you were already a young teacher. Once, you and someone came to our class to help girls revise their exercises. Why did you take them away in the end?"

Everyone started to make a fuss immediately, and even the middle school students were not spared!

Lao Tong could only say with a shameless face, this little bastard has the style of my back then.

Everyone despises him. They are just having a chance encounter. You are taking care of the next generation by taking advantage of your position. You have different levels of world.

The old boy was so angry that he shouted that Wan Changsheng would come in before dealing with him.

A group of old people sighed that the young people were terrified, and they were even more sincere than the talent of painting just now.
Chapter completed!