The Lone Walker

As a student in the art department of a third-rate university, he was free and undisciplined, and was always not very active in class. In addition, today was an oil painting class. The professional teacher, Zhang Xi, was kind and had never made things difficult for any of the students.

Therefore, most of the time no one came to class. The studio was empty at this time, and the air was filled with the smell of turpentine, which was very intoxicating. Chen Fan, who had nothing to do, walked to his seat.

When he started painting, Chen Fan actually never loved painting in his heart. He just regarded it as a means to get into college, so his painting skills were very average, even rubbish.

But at this moment, Chen Fan benefited from the help of his mental power. All the techniques taught by his teachers in the past came to his mind and he understood them clearly. He started painting as if he was assisted by God. Soon, a portrait was completed.

Chen Fan continued to revise his paintings. Time passed by minute by minute. Chen Fan did not notice that Zhang Xi, the professional course teacher, Chen Fan's three roommates, and many classmates also came to the studio for the first time and watched Chen Fan painting quietly...

At this time, in front of Chen Fan was a portrait oil painting that had been modified beyond recognition. He took a deep breath, as if drawing inspiration, then picked up the paintbrush and began to gently outline the outline of the beauty on the canvas.

Chen Fan's mental strength makes his brushstrokes stable and powerful, as if every detail is under his control. He sometimes stares at the canvas, sometimes looks up and thinks, as if he is talking to his soul, looking for the most perfect way to express himself.

As time goes by, the beauty on the canvas gradually emerges. Her face is soft and beautiful, her eyes are bright and deep, as if she has her own life. Chen Fan uses colors to express his emotions for her and lines to depict her body, making her look both real and dreamy.

As Chen Fan continued to modify and improve it, he thought the painting was perfect.

He put down his brush and prepared to step back to admire his masterpiece. At this time, everyone stood up and gave way. Chen Fan then noticed that there were so many people...

At this moment, the atmosphere in the studio was a little weird. The three brothers in the dormitory looked at Chen Fan with extremely ambiguous eyes, and then looked at Yang Yunxi who had just arrived at the studio. The meaning was self-evident.

Many girls also arrived one after another. They didn't even have time to admire Chen Fan's handsome face and gentle temperament before they were attracted by the oil painting.

If I were to talk about everyone's painting skills, that might not be acceptable, after all, which major in a third-rate university would have good students, but I absolutely cannot insult everyone's ability to appreciate works of art...

Chen Fan looked at the ambiguous eyes of the crowd, then looked at Yang Yunxi who was already blushing and his heart was beating fast, and scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Chen Fan immediately invited Mr. Zhang, the oil painter, to come over and appreciate his paintings. Mr. Zhang was Chen Fan's professional teacher, and he taught multiple courses including oil painting, Chinese painting, and special materials painting.

She studied under a famous teacher and came from a scholarly family. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was a typical beautiful and kind person. She was one of the teachers that Chen Fan admired the most, and she was also the goddess in the eyes of all the male teachers in the school, including the boys.

If Yang Yunxi is a clear spring, tranquil.

Then Teacher Zhang is like the lotus blooming in summer, elegant and graceful.

Both have their merits and demerits.

Then, Teacher Zhang smiled calmly and said, "Everyone has seen it just now, so I won't comment on it any further. I believe everyone already has the answer in their hearts, so what do you think of this painting?"

"Awesome," said the boss Dai Jianfei.

"Awesome plus," the second Zhang Teng said hurriedly.

"Old Four is mighty." Old Five Wang Tao, seeing that his brothers had grabbed the lines, could only shout out in order to save face.

As for the girls, they all looked at Yang Yunxi with envy, their eyes full of amusement. If they were not in the studio, Yang Yunxi would have wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

"Brother-in-law Chen Fan is awesome." Ding Yaoyao didn't mind shouting out loud, scaring Yang Yunxi who was standing beside her so much that she quickly covered her mouth.

"Fresh and refined, like a lotus emerging from the water. The level of this painting has far surpassed that of the teacher. No matter the technique or the many details such as clothing and facial features, all are handled very well. No, it should be said to be stunning. The teacher can only say that this is a masterpiece." Teacher Zhang looked at everyone who was so out of tune, shook his head helplessly and said seriously.

"Chen Fan, it seems that you can't attend today's class. Your oil painting has indeed reached the pinnacle. Why don't you try Chinese painting?" Teacher Zhang Xi said with a smile upon seeing this.

"I, this..." Chen Fan was suddenly flattered.

"Yes, fourth brother, go on. We haven't seen enough," the second brother Zhang Teng said, and then took the lead to prepare the table for Chen Fan. Seeing this, Chen Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead.

……

Chen Fan stood in front of the drawing table. On the table was a four-foot-long piece of rice paper that had been prepared long ago. The surroundings were quiet and silent, with only the fragrance of brush and ink filling the air.

It was Yang Yunxi who pretended to be calm and volunteered to grind ink for Chen Fan. At this moment, her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if the peach blossoms in spring were blooming for the first time.

Whenever Chen Fan looked at her, she would subconsciously lower her eyelids, and her long eyelashes would tremble slightly, like a small fan, concealing the turbulent waves in her heart at the moment.

At this moment, Chen Fan was looking at Yang Yunxi in front of him. Her every frown and smile touched Chen Fan's heart, and the character he wanted to portray unconsciously emerged in his mind.

After a long time, Chen Fan picked up the brush, lightly touched the paper with the tip of the brush, and began his creation. His brushstrokes were smooth and powerful, and each stroke condensed his efforts and wisdom. He depicted the facial expressions of the characters through the changes in the brush and ink, and showed the characters' postures and mental outlook through the ups and downs of the lines.

As time went by, the character on the screen gradually came to life. It was Yang Yunxi himself.

At this moment, Chen Fan's eyes were bright and deep, as if he could see into people's hearts;

His movements are natural and smooth, and with the help of his spiritual power, his paintings are full of vitality. Through the use of brush and ink, he successfully transformed Yang Yunxi's imagination and feelings in his heart into a concrete artistic image.

Everyone seemed to see Yang Yunxi dancing gracefully in the picture. The painting was beautiful, and the person was even more beautiful.

He stopped writing, and saw that everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of the painting. Chen Fan's Chinese painting of figures conquered them again, except for Yang Yunxi, who had tears in her eyes...

Chen Fan thought for a moment, then picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and started writing...

The evening breeze sways my thoughts of you,

I wish to grow old with a beautiful woman.

.........

At this moment, in the eyes of all the classmates, Chen Fan was painting, Yang Yunxi was grinding ink, the talented man and the beautiful woman were in love.

The two looked at each other with eyes full of love, just like an elegant painting. Many people started to cheer and took out their phones to take pictures of this scene.

"Together"

"Together"

Yang and Chen smiled at each other, everything was said without words.

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