Until he returned to the dormitory after class, Wan Changsheng sat in front of the drawing board and stared blankly at the things the girl drew for him.

It’s not that Lu Tao didn’t teach him.

The things Wan Changsheng needs are too basic and basic. Maybe Lu Tao hasn't taught such a student with zero foundation for many years, and he has forgotten how to teach him.

And the most important thing is that Lu Tao is facing the students in the entire studio.

To be precise, 99% of other students and the immortality of the only Miaomiao.

Even if you enter the Academy of Fine Arts, regular classes are actually like this. Students draw their own, the teacher looks around, and gives some tips to remind you, and finds a particularly representative good omen or big problem, so you will stop and call everyone to see where they comment on the good or bad, and maybe you will start to demonstrate.

In this kind of scene, he still couldn't understand what he told others about Wan Changsheng, and he would tell Wan Changsheng too much alone, and other students would be dissatisfied.

The tuition fee for several months of intensive study is tens of thousands of yuan, but it is calculated to be one or two hundred every day. Why should I give him a small lecture and give him a separate lecture?

So Lu Tao couldn't say too much.

The partial student is the one who has experienced the candidates, and the most personal experience is to give some lessons.

It is easier to make the immortality suddenly enlightened.

Wan Changsheng, who had nothing but a small bag, sat beside the bed and watched in a daze.

In fact, what this girl demonstrated to him was exactly three of the most basic Western painting steps: how to draw the light and dark side, how to find the structure of the object, and how to combine it with complex real objects.

The eyes can be said to be the focus of any painting, and it is the finishing touch.

The eyes are also one of the most complex parts of the human body, because this small area includes eyebrow bones, nose bones, eye sockets, eyeballs, and upper and lower eyelids. The three-dimensional relationships are very complex.

But that girl could quickly explain the relationship between each detail with a pencil, and did not draw shadows and light and darkness. It was just a structural method. The eyelids have thickness, the bridge of the nose also has width, the eyeballs are three-dimensional, and even the pupils are gentle and thick.

Wan Changsheng was a little amazed. He once thought that the things in the Guanyin Temple were enough to immerse themselves in their lives. Now it seems that the world is so big, and there are indeed many that have to leave the countryside!

He even knew very well that this girl was not very amazing, and this was just a basic requirement for the Academy of Fine Arts outside.

I am still too far from watching the sky.

Wan Changsheng was not in a hurry to draw. He knew that he had to figure out the truth first and sharpen his knife and chop the wood.

But his stupid look at the paper-painted girl can easily make other boys in the same dormitory laugh at it.

This is the best dormitory that my uncle has paid for. There are four people per room, and the same size dormitory also has eight people and six people, which are only different prices.

Lin Jianwei looked behind Wan Changsheng with a full of mockery in the afternoon. After class, he returned to the dormitory and found that he actually lived in one room. He turned around and went out with disdain.

The other two boys were busy holding their own drawing boards, and then secretly communicated their eyes to signal the country bumpkins here.

One of them was a little more lively wearing glasses and couldn't help but speak: "Classmate, do you want Huang Min's QQ number? I'll send it to you."

The other one had a little curly hair and quickly lowered his head and laughed.

Wan Changsheng didn't wake up until the other side hit him with an rubber head. He heard the other party say it again, and shook his head with a smile: "Thank you, don't need... Is there any textbook for this kind of training class?"

Both boys shook their heads: "There are many training materials, but they are not included in the tuition fee. You can buy them yourself. There are many shops on the street outside the Academy of Fine Arts. In fact, you can check out the training materials at the beginning. Later, you have to listen to the teacher explaining the tips and understand them yourself."

This is also a saying of experience. The most reliable model of painting or many art disciplines is the painting model that only masters lead apprentices.

Wan Changsheng himself was taught little by little, and he had a deeper understanding of this.

How to draw, this kind of thing is different from 1+1 to 2, or how to pronounce English words, there is no standard answer.

There is a feeling here that the nail head and rat tail have been drawn for several years. Perhaps at some point, they suddenly become integrated. The lines pulled out are full of fairy spirit, and they were all craftsmanship before.

Wan Changsheng understands this kind of thing very well.

He was a little dazed again. One of the two boys even took out a sketch guide like a thick newspaper from his desk and threw it over: "I read this before, do you take it and check it out if it's useful?"

Wan Changsheng quickly caught him. He was really not a nerd. He had so many identities around Guanyin Temple since he was a child. He had to make characters, face each other, play tricks, and occasionally make guest appearances to see Feng Shui and other things. In fact, he was much more mature than his peers. Besides, he was two years older, so he stood up with a smile and took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "My name is Wan Changsheng, I hope I can be friends with you in the future."

He smiled and shook hands: "Fu Shiliang, his name is Ding Xiaopeng, you really have never learned it?"

Wan Changsheng nodded: "I just decided to come to the Academy of Fine Arts today."

Ding Xiaopeng couldn't believe it: "You shouldn't be too ambitious and set a small goal first. The National Joint Examination in December is for all colleges and universities. The requirements for major scores are lower, and the art majors in comprehensive universities, advertising art majors, etc. are also good. The Academy of Fine Arts is all independent enrollment exams, which is much more difficult."

Wan Changsheng is not arrogant: "Yeah, I will definitely try my best to try it in December."

The boy wearing a suit pullover came in, with a fashionable hairstyle and tucked his jeans into his high-top Martin boots. He immediately spoke sarcastic: "Try it? Do you really think that the professional joint exam is a kidnapping for fun in the kindergarten? You might as well throw the registration fee in front of the fountain and listen to it! Haha, yes, you have also paid tens of thousands of yuan in tuition. It seems that you are the hope of the whole village, right?"

Wan Changsheng didn't take the initiative to reach out and make himself bored, but nodded with a smile: "This is indeed the hope of the whole village."

Lin Jianwei suddenly changed his mind and said, "Then it's better to stay where you cool down early. Not everyone can learn art recruitment to pass the exam. At least there must be cultural foundation and art cells. There is no such thing as the countryside. Change your direction early and you can avoid spending so much tuition. For you rural people, this is the money for selling blood!"

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was as aggressive as a little rooster when he pulled his throat.

Maybe he could hear the smell of ignition of the gunpowder, Fu Shiliang took over the things and stood up: "This is Wan Changsheng's own choice. Why do you say this? Let's go and eat, and the cafeteria is open."

Ding Xiaopeng also quickly smoothed out the situation and pulled Wan Changsheng out of the dormitory together.

Wan Changsheng, who is two or three years older, is too lazy to care about it. He may only be hilarious in his heart. You are afraid that you don’t know how profitable the temple is.

The dormitory was also a kind of warehouse reconstruction in the past. Fu Shiliang also said that this is called the LOFT style. It is quite popular in the city. There are three floors in total. The two floors below are actually girls' dormitories, and the canteen is also on the first floor.

Ding Xiaopeng paused and whispered gossip when he walked into the cafeteria: "Lin Jianwei and Huang Min are quite enthusiastic...so they are a little targeted at you..."

Fu Shiliang also whispered in a low voice: "Actually, it's not that beautiful. It's the one from the film and television squad that is beautiful!"

Indeed, I saw the girl who had served the meal plate on her face, waving and smiling at her.

He has a well-proportioned figure and seems to have dyed hair. The camouflage windbreaker is quite distinctive, with a slightly dark skin, but the tight jeans are still very youthful and energetic.

Wan Changsheng had just seen each other right away, smiled and nodded, and then followed the two roommates to serve the meal.

Compared with the accommodation fee of 4,000 or 5,000 yuan, my uncle charged Wan Changsheng 5,000 yuan in the training IC card. He didn't think he could eat so much in three months?

Wan Changsheng couldn't use the card given by Sun Erniang, and he... Well, it was the bank card deposited by Jia Huanhuan for him.

Although he always regarded Jia Huanhuan as a younger sister who had not grown up, Wan Changsheng knew that he should take care of Huanhuan for the rest of his life according to the ancestral teachings. This is his responsibility, and he is also happy or used to being with Huanhuan.

Wan Changsheng, who has been immersed in the stele forest and murals for twenty years, must have not yet understood what love is.

His spiritual world is already too rich, and he never had the urge to have a premature love sprout. He was young and had no guesses. Didn’t his childhood sweetheart have already grown up there? Why do you think so much?

So he never had to think about it.

After having dinner with two roommates, I learned to put the stainless steel plate back to the table, and without looking at the girls where they were whispering, I left the cultural and creative park. According to what I just asked, I first withdraw some money from the ATM and then take the bus to the Academy of Fine Arts two stops away.

He still wanted to buy a carving knife.

God knows that what Wan Changsheng is best at is not Chinese painting.

He also thought that what he learned was the traditional content of Chinese painting.

But no matter who reads his simple drawing skills, he will think that he must be taking the Chinese painting exam.
Chapter completed!