in the name of painting

At the end of summer, Sioux City, Gaoqiao West Lane, a cake shop built by the river.

The decoration is simple European style, and the white wood tables and chairs in the store look very new.

In the glass window, the cake was cut into palm-sized pieces, cherry red, green fruit green, grape purple, wheat gold... all kinds of pulps were wrapped on the surface, which looked crystal clear.

It was mid-afternoon, and there were no customers in the store, and the sound of the violin in the stereo was dragged for a long time. The shopkeeper was standing behind the counter, his head biting.

"jingle"

The wind chime rang at the door, and a girl with long black hair walked in.

She was wearing a plain bamboo-printed Chinese-style long-sleeved shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to the crook of her arms, revealing a somewhat slender wrist.

Her eyebrows and eyes seemed to have been carefully sculpted by a painter with the finest brush and ink. Her slender eyebrows and deep eyes are delicate and elegant, and her temperament is beyond dust.

The girl glanced around the window and stopped at the cakes in the special offer area.She tapped her jade finger, pointing to a piece of half-off cake, her voice sounded a little tired, "Hello, please give me a piece of strawberry cake."

Wu has been dealing with her father's funeral these days, her mind is chaotic, like a continuous nightmare.When I was awake, I had to face another kind of collapse, and my emotions went up and down several times.

After being reminded by a friend, she just remembered that today is her 18th birthday.

She wandered around Su Cheng aimlessly by herself, and she came here before she knew it.Few people know that this cake shop used to be a paint shop run by the Wu family for several generations.

In the rest area of ​​the cake shop, she was sitting alone in the corner, staring at the strawberry on the cake, her brows were lonely, this was considered...to celebrate her birthday.

Where she is sitting now, there was originally a handmade wooden table. When she was a child, her mother often taught her to draw here, and her father made paints at the workbench next to her. Every time a new color was adjusted, she was the first to use it.

Everything changed in a flash.

Wu she forked a piece of cake and put it in her mouth. She didn't like sweets at first, but the strawberry pulp was mixed with cream, and she tasted bitter taste.

"You have such a serious expression, you will scare the cake to tears~"

A sweet female voice came, and she turned her head to meet a pair of crooked smiling eyes.

The next seat did not know when, a girl who was about the same age as Wu came.She ordered a seven-color pudding cake, with unlicked cream hanging from the corner of her mouth, she tilted her head and smiled sweetly at Wu.

The first impression she gives is that she is so sweet, with long eyelashes, the tails of her eyes are slightly swept down, and a pair of small pear dimples are looming.

Wu's heart flickered, some inexplicable warmth gushed out, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she patted the cake with a fork a few times, and comforted her, "I won't scare you, don't cry, it's been hard for me just now. "

Si Huanian was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to be able to keep up with his rhythm, and his eyes became a little more friendly, "Well, if you smile more, the cake will taste better."

She Wu smiled, "Taught."

The two of them didn't talk any more, the fate of meeting by chance, tenderness and tenderness, was very beautiful.

The sun was shining outside the window, and a few overstuffed clouds moved forward lazily with their round bellies.

A burst of tiredness hit her, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep in a place she was familiar with but unfamiliar, with the sweets she had just ate with a smile in her mouth.

When I woke up again, the seat beside me was empty.

She got up and rubbed her sore neck, and she accidentally discovered that someone had stuffed a piece of torn sketch paper under her cake plate at some point.

The painting is a portrait of her.

With precise modeling and sophisticated brushwork, he is obviously a practitioner with a solid foundation.Personal style is also very obvious, the strokes are elegant and free, even a little wanton, but it is pleasing and lively.

At the bottom of the screen, there is a line of small characters written in a small round body, "Brows and eyes are curved, worries fade away!"

Wu's heart warmed, and she carefully put away the drawing paper. This stranger who didn't leave his name may not know that this is the only gift she received on her 18th birthday.

Thinking of those sweet smiling eyes just now, the corners of Wu's mouth slightly curled up, "Is that her?"

***

In the evening, on the outskirts of Sioux City, in an old community.

The rent here is not high, the surrounding traffic is fairly convenient, and there are many migrant workers living here.

The environmental facilities are also barely passable, but at night, it is often difficult to see the road clearly, and one of the only two street lights is still broken.

At the beginning, Wu's father sold the ancestral commercial and residential shop, and took Wu to move here.

The landlord is an aunt in the same building who likes to gossip and cares about everything. She always visits the house to bother her if she has nothing to do, and looks for various opportunities to increase the rent.

Before she got home, she saw a woman with tinfoil curls and a round body sitting at the door from a distance.

"Xiao Wu, you are back. Auntie has been waiting for you all day."

Wu sighed, "Aunt Jin, haven't you already paid this month's rent..."

"It's not this, Xiao Wu, I know you've been having a hard time recently, and I was too embarrassed to say..." Aunt Jin said in a thin voice, but her expression was not the slightest bit embarrassed, "Isn't there a scenic spot nearby recently, my family and I People are discussing to turn the house you live in into a homestay."

Wu's expression was suffocated, she didn't know how to answer.

Aunt Jin put her hand with the jade bracelet behind her back, "Xiao Wu, look, Auntie's family is not particularly rich. With such an opportunity, it's not easy to miss it, don't you think so?"

Wu's eyes were deep. When her father signed the contract, he agreed on a three-year lease, and he has only lived in it for less than two years.

"Auntie's husband is in the second-hand resale business. You live alone now, and you don't need so many things. Why don't you exchange the useless things at home for some money, so you can find a new place to live..." Aunt Jin said incredulously. Stop, "I see a lot of paintings in your home, all of them are fine..."

"Aunt Jin!" Wu interrupted, her eyes were already a little angry. Most of the paintings in the house were left by her mother, and they were treasures cherished by her father and herself.

Wu took a deep breath, and her tutor told her not to lose her composure at this time.Her body was a little thin, but she was very straight. She said neither humble nor overbearing, "I know, I will move out before this month's rent is due, and I will cause you trouble."

After closing the door of the house, she slumped on the ground weakly, and even the last place that could be called "home" for a short time was also taken away.

In addition to the necessary daily necessities, the small two-bedroom house is full of tools used by my father to make color, and there are many unprocessed ore raw materials.After moving, because of many inconveniences and the fact that my father was no longer here, I never moved again.

The cleanest place in the house is where my mother's belongings are placed.

The 29 traditional Chinese paintings left by her mother, each of which Wu has carefully copied nearly a hundred times in nights of missing each other, seems to wait for the day when her paintings are as good as her mother’s, and her father will take her return.But today, Wu's traditional Chinese painting skills are already very mature, but she is the only one left at home.

As for where to go next, she actually had an idea long ago, and the computer still stopped at the query interface a few days ago:

"Beijing First University of Fine Arts"

A row of endless honors shows the heritage of this school.This is the best art university in China. Most of the countless famous painters in the painting circle have the background of this university.

What she cares most about Wu is that this is her mother's alma mater.

***

Sioux City Airport, waiting hall.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Si Huanian flipped through her sketches in Sioux City one by one. She was taught strictly since she was a child, and she didn't dare to let go of her practice when she came out to play.

Turning to the last torn page, Si Huanian thought of the girl he met in the cake shop today, she had such a pretty smile, but she looked very troubled.

She will like the picture I draw for her, right?

The phone rings.

"Hello, Uncle He, I'm just about to call you. I'm on a plane to Beijing at eight o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, I'll ask the driver to pick you up at the airport, have you bought the paint yet?"

"Oh, no, that paint shop is no longer there. It is now a cake shop. I heard that the original owner is no longer in the paint business, and I didn't ask for the contact information."

"That's a pity. I heard it's still a hundreds of years old brand."

"Yes, what a pity."

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☆, poor and white

Before leaving Sucheng, she rented a small warehouse with the money left by her father to store her family's belongings, and then packed up to go to Beijing to study.

There is only one old suitcase in the house, the paint has peeled off badly.

In the past few years, she has watched her father pull it countless times, leaving home full of hope, saying that she must find her mother this time, and then returning disappointed again and again, and so on, until the day he left the world.

Wu is always nostalgic for the old, the box is badly worn, and she can't bear to throw it away and replace it with a new one.

The luggage only packed some necessary clothes and my own art tools.Mother's paintings, as well as the last set of Chinese painting paints my father made before his death, were carefully wrapped in the center of the box.

"what?"

A piece of drawing paper slipped, Wu she reached out to catch it, it was the painting from a stranger.Wu's gaze softened, and she also packed it into her carry-on luggage.

Saying goodbye to her father in the public cemetery, Wu left this beautiful and painful city alone.

***

Beijing Railway Station.

The crowd was bustling and hurrying.

She squeezed out of the car with her luggage, her face pale.

She is a bit unwell. She has not taken a single drop of water during the nearly 10-hour hard seat trip.

In the closed compartment, there is always an inexplicable sticky dampness, which will be very tormenting after sitting for a long time.The old man sitting next to him fell asleep so forgetfully, he even threw off his shoes, almost knocking Wu out.

"Give it up, let it go."

A group of people dressed as students pushed Wu aside.

The words "Jing Shuren Studio" were printed on their backpacks, and the boys who walked in the front were faintly headed.

A half-person-high painting was carried by two people and walked in the middle, conspicuous in the crowd.

"Brother Xia, why don't we take the plane this time? It's so frustrating to take the train."

"My painting is precious, what should I do if the plane is bumped into it?" The leading boy looked arrogant and turned his head to remind, "You should be careful when moving."

"Yes, this time Brother Xia is here, this year's Youth Art Award must be in your pocket."

"I don't know if the Si family will come this year, but whoever comes will not be our brother Xia's opponent."

There are two famous art families in Beijing, the Xia family and the Si family.

The Xia family is good at traditional Chinese painting. It is a traditional old-fashioned art family with a rich heritage and has produced many masters of traditional Chinese painting in the past century;

The Si family is good at western painting, and is a rising star who has only emerged in the painting circle in recent years. He studied under the masters of oil painting in Fa country and produced many masters who are good at western painting. In addition, the family has a business background and strong financial resources. Although it started late, it is now in the limelight.

In recent years, the Xia and Si families have frequently fought each other in major painting competitions, with the Si family winning most of them.

Xia Yujian is the leader of the younger generation of the Xia family, and this competition is even more about avenging shame.

"Hmph, with me here in the future, the days of the Si family's arrogance will come to an end."

"That's right. It's been a long time since the Xia family won the Youth Art Award. The last time was more than ten years ago, when Xia Jinnian was still in the Xia family, right?"

Suddenly hearing her mother's name, Wu regained her spirits.

It's not such a coincidence, when I first arrived in Beijing, I ran into the Xia family, but they probably didn't know me.

"Don't mention that woman, the kind of unfilial and unrighteous trash who forgets about this even if she has a little ability, is she worthy of being called the Xia family?" Xia Yujian looked contemptuously, with a trace of jealousy that was not easy to detect, and his tone was not kind.

It turned out that the Xia family and Xia Jinnian had broken so completely that even the juniors in the family could speak ill of her directly.

"I heard that she disappeared a few years ago?" asked the person next to her.

"Tch, you can believe that too." Xia Yujian snorted coldly, "If I had to guess, it might be because of a new mistress, where did she continue to go wild..."

The more Xia Yujian said, the more he went too far, as if the lower Xia Jinnian was, the more noble he would be.

Wu she endured again and again, and finally got angry.

This Xia family's family education is so vulgar, the juniors are full of shit, it's really wise for the mother to leave early.

"Your mouth is so stinky, have you eaten a lot of shit?"

Wu's face was cold, her eyes were cold, no matter how good her self-cultivation was, it was completely consumed by the other party's constant malicious slander against her mother.

Xia Yujian froze for a moment, no one dared to talk to him like this before.The girl who appeared suddenly looked gentle and delicate, no matter how she opened her mouth, she immediately opened it wide.

"Who are you? Xia Jinnian still has brain-dead fans?"

"Those who talk about right and wrong must be right and wrong people." She Wu continued, "Oh, you may not understand, it means that those who say other people's rubbish are usually rubbish themselves."

Xia Yujian almost didn't come up in one breath, "You, you..." You didn't hold back a word for a long time.

He couldn't think of a retort for a while, and he admitted Xia Jinnian's identity again, "I said my own sister, it's none of your business."

When a thunderbolt struck, Wu had already prepared a counterattack, and it got stuck in her throat.

There are only two words left in my mind, floating, floating, swinging, "... sister, sister?"

"Yes, sister of the same father and mother, what's the matter?"

What she didn't know was that after her mother left Xia's house, her grandma used medical methods to conceive a pair of twins.

Counting the time, the pair of twins were born almost in the same year as Wu, so there was this somewhat dramatic scene.

Xia Yujian saw her in front of him, her expression changed from anger to shock, and on the verge of losing control, it changed several times.

Alas?What's the matter with your disgusted face that says you don't deserve it?

"Oh? Don't go!"

She Wu breathed out a turbid breath, opened and closed her mouth, then ignored Xia Yujian's yelling, turned around and left.

She needs to find a place to calm down.Do you dare to feel that the person you scolded just now is your mother's younger brother? !My uncle? !

In this Xia family, the interpersonal relationship is so chaotic, please stay away as soon as possible.

***

Beijing No. [-] Fine Arts University, Admissions Counseling Office.

After digesting the first encounter with "Uncle Dayi Mie" at the train station, she arrived at the destination of her trip to Beijing without stopping.

Teacher Zhang, who was in charge of recruiting students, looked kindly, "I'm sorry, my classmates. Our enrollment for this year has ended, and the next one will have to wait until June next year."

Wu was prepared, and her expression was calm, "Okay, teacher, please give me a copy of the admissions materials, I am going to take the exam next year."

Teacher Zhang handed over a volume of information, and she turned to the page of the test content, her expression could no longer calm down, "Sketch test? Color?"

Teacher Zhang also looked surprised. The exam pattern is the same every year, with only minor changes in requirements. She has never seen this before, and there are students who will take the exam in less than a year, but don't even know anything about the exam.

"It's just like the excellent works behind you, such as still life sketches with pencils, and color creations with gouache or watercolor."

Wu was in a mess in her heart. Although she knew that domestic art is now dominated by Western styles, she didn't expect that there was no trace of Chinese tradition in the exam content.

She only knows how to draw with a brush, what should I do, what should I do, learn Western painting from scratch?

Can you learn it?

Can you make it?

Teacher Zhang couldn't bear to see her messy face. She didn't help the child find out what was going on with this silly child's family, so she came here without knowing anything.

She wanted to say a few more words of comfort, but a voice at the door interrupted her.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm here to fight again this year. Is the latest enrollment brochure out?"

A girl with short hair came in, wearing black clothes and pants, black eyes and black hair.

"It's Xiaolu, your perseverance is worthy of praise." Mr. Zhang greeted with a smile, obviously already familiar with the visitor.

Lu Yi was a little embarrassed, this was the third time she had applied for the exam, and she had failed the previous two times.

A discordant voice came from the office area, "If it's not that piece of material, give it up as soon as possible, don't waste our teacher's time."

"Lao Li, please don't say a few words." Teacher Zhang turned his head and said seriously.

"Can't tell? This Luyi, I took a tutoring class, the color sense is so bad, it almost gave me a heart attack, no matter how many times she tries, she will be useless."

"Little Lu likes to draw, and he works hard to learn. If he persists, he won't pass the exam."

"Xiao Zhang, you are actually hurting her by encouraging her. It is wrong for her to like painting with her qualifications."

"It's too much for you to say that about students..."

The two teachers argued endlessly, leaving Lu Yi standing aside in embarrassment, with her head lowered, her long bangs covering most of her face, unable to see her expression.

"You are not wrong." A voice sounded, concise and powerful.

Wu has noticed this from the very beginning, she looked straight into Lu Yi's eyes, very serious, "There's nothing wrong with liking drawing, don't listen to him."

There is light coming in, with warmth, covering the atrium with warmth.

The warm and firm look in Wu's eyes at that time made Lu Yi remember it for many years.

"Thank you." Lu Yi pulled out a friendly smile.

The two introduced themselves.

"Are you also a candidate for the exam?"

"Uh... yes, it's my first time taking the exam, and I don't know anything, please give me more advice."

"I can't talk about advice." Lu Yi waved his hand and saw the luggage at Wu's feet, "You came from another place? Have you found a place to live?"

"not yet."

"It just so happens that I rented a two-bedroom house with my friend. She didn't pass the exam this year and went back to her hometown directly. Now there is a room vacant. If you don't mind it, you can move in and live with me."

Naturally, Wu is willing, the other party is also an examinee, and she obviously knows a lot, but she thinks that she doesn't have enough money, "Of course I won't dislike it, it's just the rent..."

Seeing Wu's affordable outfit, Lu Yi understood, "The rent is not expensive. I often work part-time and take tutoring classes at the same time. If you are tight, we can take on some part-time jobs together to make money."

Wu felt relieved, "That would be the best, please."

***

The place Lu Yi rents is a community far away from the city center, the place is not big, but fortunately it is quiet.

The two climbed up to the 6th floor with their suitcases on their shoulders, a small house with two bedrooms and one living room of less than 50 square meters.

Lu Yi seems to be particularly partial to black and white, and the decorations in the room can hardly be seen in other colors.

On the floor of the living room, various types of pencils and oil paint brushes were spread all over the floor.A box of 24 colors of paint, the lid is still open, a number is marked under each color, I don't know what it means.

There is a gouache work on the easel by the window. The color is hard to describe. The turquoise water bottle is painted with a musty smell, and there are big sauce-colored flowers on it...

Lu Yi was a little shy, stepped forward and carried the painting back, "The painting is not good..."

Wu she smiled and said nothing. It is impolite to speak in front of other people's works without permission.

The two cleaned up the mess all over the floor together.

She Wu picked up a gouache pen and held it in front of her eyes to observe carefully. This was the first time she came into contact with this kind of pen.

The pig bristle brush feels wet and slippery. Unlike the round tip of a brush, the tip of this pen is flat and radial. I don’t know what kind of touch it feels like when painting on rice paper.

She looked curious, raised her pen and said to Lu Yi, "How do you use this pen?"

Lu Yi's eyes widened. She had always thought that what this classmate said about her "the first time I took the exam, I don't know anything" was just being modest...

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☆, meet again

Beijing City, Si Family Villa.

The luxury interior in gold and black is elegant and atmospheric.

On the wall of the living room, a huge oil painting inlaid with gold borders hangs in the center, which depicts a family of three.

The man in the painting has handsome facial features, but his expression is cold, and his eyes show obvious alienation; the woman is dignified and dignified, looks meticulous, and leans her body intentionally towards the man; the daughter of the two has a sweet appearance, like a kitten, with smiling eyes Curved, pear vortex shallow.

There was no popularity in the villa, it was cold and empty.

"Uncle He, did Si Wangqiu call back?"

"Ma'am, sir... he seems to be avoiding us on purpose, and there has been no news for a month."

Ling Luo sat in the living room, staring at the man in the painting, frowning slightly, and a man dressed as a housekeeper stood aside.

"Keep looking." Ling Luo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "What did Si Huanian do?"

"Miss went to the remedial class to draw."

"Well, when she comes back, you help me urge her to do her homework. I'll wait for the company and won't come back."

"Okay, it's just..." Uncle He hesitated to speak, "Is there too much homework given by Madam every day?"

"I'm doing this for her own good!" Ling Luo opened his eyes sharply, "What is Si Wangqiu's status in the painting world? If his daughter and I can't do anything, what will others think of me?!"

"Yes, yes." He Bo bent down, hiding the helplessness in his eyes.

Si Wangqiu, a well-known domestic oil painter, and Xia Jinnian, who is good at Chinese painting, are known as the "Twin Masters of Fine Arts in Beijing".

When he was young, he studied painting in Faguo. After returning to China, he married his current wife, Ling Luo, the president of the Ling Group.

But the two are not in love, and Si Wangqiu is not at home all year round.It is rare for daughter Si Huanian to maintain a lively and laughable personality under the high-pressure discipline of her mother since she was a child.

***

Jing Shuren Studio.

"It's here, the remedial class I told you about." After she settled down in her new residence, Lu Yi brought her here.

This is the Outer Ring of Beijing City, a studio remodeled from a factory building.It covers an area of ​​less than 500 square meters, and it is a bit broken, looking leaky.

"Don't look at its ugly appearance, Shuren Studio is very famous in Beijing." Lu Yi explained, "It was founded by the seniors who graduated from the First American University. School students come to do part-time tutoring."

"Go in and have a look."

The interior of the studio is decorated in an industrial style, with a simple layout. A huge cement wall separates the two areas, one is the teacher's office area, and the other is the teaching area.

Lu Yi took Wu and her to the consultation office, but there was no one there for the time being.

The huge electronic screen on the wall was scrolling and displaying appreciation and analysis of paintings by famous artists. She looked at it and couldn't help being startled.

"It's Xia Jinnian's painting!" Lu Yi's eyes lit up, his admiration was beyond words, and he reached out to piapia to pat Wu on her shoulder, "My idol's painting, look at it!"

Lu Yi: "This is Xia Jinnian's early work [Furong Picture], look at the hook and coloring, how delicate it is."

Wu she: "Yes."

Lu Yi: "This is [Listening to the Piano], look at that, the strokes used by the center forward hanging the wrist, it's really difficult, it's amazing."

Wu she: "Yes."

As the screen switched, Lu Yi's treasures were numerous, and she knew more than her real daughter, Wu.

Of course it's amazing, Wu is proud of her heart, many of the paintings are done by her mother in front of her eyes, just seeing the process of painting, she enjoys it very much.

"You like her works so much..." Wu paused for a few seconds, "I will take you to see her authentic works when I have a chance in the future."

Lu Yi squinted over, as if you had never seen the market before, "Do you know how rare Xia Jinnian's original works are? She hasn't held an exhibition for more than ten years. If there is, let me It’s okay to lose everything and exchange for a ticket.”

Wu she was a little embarrassed.

It is also unnecessary, next door to you, there are many in the closet in my room...

Of course she didn't tell, she and Lu Yi just met, so she won't tell the whole story about herself.

Thinking of something suddenly, Lu Yi's expression darkened, "Talking about her disappearance a few years ago, do you know?"

Wu felt a pain in her heart, "Yes."

"I hope nothing happened to him." Lu Yi stared at the screen with a sentimental tone, "I've been waiting to see [Butterfly Transformation], after so many years of painting, what kind of masterpiece it should be."

【Butterfly Transformation】, Xia Jinnian's latest work, is said to be based on Liang Zhu. It took 5 years from drafting to completion. It attracted much attention, but before it was published, it disappeared with Xia Jinnian.

"You will see it." Wu said with firm eyes, "One day, you will be able to see both people and paintings."

The two were staring at the screen and thinking about something, when a soft female voice came from behind.

"Hello, do you need help?"

Turning around, a girl with a gentle temperament came over.She has a very comfortable look, slightly curly long hair, and gentle eyes.

There is a very new sign hanging on her chest, which reads: "Teaching Assistant: Li Xi".

Lu Yi has never seen her before, she should be a new teacher, "Hi teacher, I brought my friend to sign up."

Li Xi said in a friendly tone, "It's good to call me senior. I just got admitted to the University of the United States this year, and I'm working part-time here. I'm not a few years older than you."

Li Xi turned to Wu and said softly, "Do you want to sign up? Do you want me to show you around the studio first?"

She Wu nodded politely, "I'm sorry, senior."

The three moved to the teaching area.

The classrooms are spacious and well lit, and there is a faint smell of sawdust in the air.

Dozens of students, with their backs to Wu, sat behind the drawing boards, forming a ring around the high platform in the middle.

A 50-year-old male teacher stood on it, explaining the content of the sketch.

The male teacher has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a stubble, and looks a little bit bald.The vest he was wearing should have not been washed all year round, and it was fragmented, let alone more than 20 kinds of paint stuck to it.

She was about to pass by quietly and without interruption, but the male teacher noticed her somehow, and heard a bright and round voice resounding through the classroom,

"That long-haired student over there who looks like a little boy, come here and be our current model."

Li Xi was a little helpless, this Teacher Hu has always been outspoken, and her perspective is clear enough, she is such a gentle and delicate girl, but when he talks about it, she becomes a little face.

Wu looked at the teaching assistant Li Xi from the left, and the short-haired Lu Yi from the right. After a while, she pointed at herself resignedly.

"Are you talking about me?"

"That's right, you won't waste much time if you come here." Teacher Hu waved her hand to make room for her in the middle, "You just stand here and don't need to do anything, just stand there for half an hour and don't move."

Lu Yi showed a helpless expression.

Li Xi encouraged, "Go ahead, just get to know everyone in advance."

I don't really want to get to know everyone in this way.

She straightened her collar, exhaled slowly, and walked to the middle platform step by step.

Turning around, I met dozens of pairs of curious eyes.

"is her!"

A voice sounded in the three heads at the same time.

Aren't the two sitting in the front row the sweet girl I met in Sucheng before, and the rude man I scolded at the train station? !

Wu's body was a little unstable, and she managed to maintain her superficial composure. This was fate.

She really wanted to see that sweet girl again and thank her for the painting, but she didn't think that she would buy one get one free, and regain the "bad relationship" between her uncle who might be her own.

In contrast, the stimulation brought by being called "little boy" before was too weak.

Xia Yujian's expression was ferocious. It's really a narrow road for enemies. He met him so soon, so he must scold him well this time.

Si Huanian was very pleasantly surprised. He thought it was just a chance encounter, but he didn't expect that he would paint for her again so soon.

"Don't talk, the timer has started!"

Si Huanian changed to a new piece of sketch paper, the pear dimpled, and began to look at Wu's face carefully.

The seat she was sitting in was the closest to Wu in the whole classroom, so close that she could count the eyelashes of Wu's eyes.With a clearer observation opportunity than last time, Si Huanian also enjoyed watching directly.

It is rare for a girl's face to be both elegant and handsome.

Use the tip of the pencil to lightly lift the eyebrows, then gently pull them, and fly obliquely into the temples;

The bridge of the nose is pretty, and the shadow of the eye sockets should be given enough;

The eyes are narrow and long, with good-looking double eyelids, and the eyelashes are longer than mine, envy;

Huh?It turns out that there is a small tear mole at the end of the right eye, um, click on it.

Si Hua's paintings were serious, close-up, and he frequently stared at Wu's face, and it didn't take long before he embarrassed her.

Wu only felt a touch of warmth, spreading from her neck to her cheeks, and then up to her ears.She tried to adjust her breathing rate so that the embarrassment would not show.

Backfired.

"Oh? Why are you blushing?" Teacher Hu's loud voice sounded from the side again.

"I didn't!" Wu retorted, another kind of embarrassment swept over her, and now her face was completely red.

Si Huanian froze for a moment, met Wu's gaze which she hastily avoided, seemed to understand something for a moment, she smiled sweeter, and moved her seat back, leaving some space for Wu.

Half an hour finally passed under Wu's various torments.

"Xia Yujian, what are you painting? I won't teach you if your skin is itchy for a few days. When you come to my office, let's have a good chat."

Xia Yujian was a little aggrieved. He was just thinking about how to teach Wu her a lesson, and it was over before he could perform at his level.

"Si Hua's New Year's paintings are pretty good. The outlines of the characters are drawn very accurately, and the expressions are also well grasped."

Si Huanian smiled sweetly, "Thank you teacher."

Teacher Hu commented on several students' paintings one after another, then waved his hand and announced that the get out of class was over.Then, regardless of Xia Yujian's struggle, he pulled him away by the collar.

Before Xia Yujian left, she gestured desperately to Wu, signaling her not to leave, but Wu simply ignored her.

"I'll give you this one."

Si Huanian bent his eyes, held up the painting, and shook it at her.

She Wu coughed, walked to Si Huanian, and took it with some embarrassment, "Thank you, if I have a chance, I will also draw a picture for you."

"Meet you for the second time, may I know your name?"

"Wu her."

"Si Huanian."

Two hands are held together.

☆、Total color blindness

Si Huanian's sweetness melted into reality, and in the palms of the two of them, the painting tingled for a while, creeping into Wu's heart, deepening the inexplicable emotion that Wu couldn't understand.

At the same moment, she made a decision to choose this place.

***

Tutoring classes are fixed courses: sketching class in the morning, color class in the afternoon, and free practice in the evening.Everyone can come at any time according to their own weaknesses.

Lu Yi only participated in the afternoon and evening practice, and Wu came to the studio by herself early the next morning.

She thought she had come early, but there were already more than a dozen people scattered in the classroom.Everyone seemed to be working hard, and some of them had already started practicing with half a piece of corn hanging in their mouths.

Wu carefully avoided the thick stacks of used practice papers on the ground, and sat down by the window. It was the first time she experienced this group practice atmosphere, which was a bit novel.

Not long after, Teacher Hu, who impressed her deeply yesterday, walked in.The students call him Lao Hu in private, except for being a bit too outspoken, he is still very easy to get along with.

He was still wearing the dirty vest from yesterday, his face probably hadn't been washed, and his teeth were still covered with vegetable leaves. As soon as he entered the door, he found her new face, and greeted her warmly, "Isn't this the little classmate from yesterday? "

"Hi teacher." She secretly thanked him that he didn't call out the little boy directly, perhaps she was reminded by senior sister Li Xi.

"Yeah." Lao Hu put on a teacher's appearance, walked up to Wu, and brought a smell of sauerkraut and steamed buns.

"On the first day of class, are the pens and paper ready...well...wait a minute..." Lao Hu stared at Wu's pencil, "Your... sharpened it with a pencil sharpener?"

"Is there any problem with such a sharpening?" Wu was puzzled, she had only drawn with a brush, and she was a complete novice in the field of pencil sketching.

Old Hu was a little surprised, dragged a chair and sat down, turned left and right in his vest pocket, and took out a utility knife, "This is something to teach, learn!"

As he said that, he raised the knife and dropped the pencil, and the pencil quickly lost weight under his knife, falling to pieces on the ground.

The nib that was originally less than 1cm was cut by him to a length of 2cm. It is sharp and thin, which looks a bit scary.He lazily explained while sharpening, "The pencil sharpener is too short, won't it be used up after you draw for a while?"

A pen was sharpened quickly, and Lao Hu wiped his dirty hands on the vest casually, then handed the utility knife, "You try it."

She went to pick up the utility knife, who didn't know whether it was originally black or was smeared by Lao Hu's hand, but she refused in every way in her heart.

But it was not easy to give back the things the elder handed over, so she thanked her and put her hands together