in the name of painting

Take the knife.

The blade feels sticky to the touch, and the logo of the trademark is firmly covered by a large piece of lead stain. It can barely be seen that it was originally a knife with a red blade.

She endured the discomfort in her heart and sharpened a few pens with Lao Hu's knife.

She has developed a habit since she was a child. Before painting, she will not touch unclean objects, especially her hands, and keep them clean and fresh, so as not to leave stains on the drawing paper and destroy the artistic conception of the painting.

After the formal class, she realized how superfluous her cleanliness was.

The dust that the pencil sharpener got on just now is nothing compared to the scene in front of me now.

"Don't just draw the shape, lay the tone at the same time, spread the large area..." I saw Lao Hu waved his hand, and a black and gray shadow suddenly appeared on Wu's clean drawing paper.

Hu's fingertips are covered with pencil shavings thickly. The thumb can paint dark black, the index finger can paint light black, and the middle finger can paint medium gray...

Those clusters of "black mist" were particularly dazzling, as if they had been wiped directly on Wu's heart.

Wu she: I'm dirty...

Sketch coloring, also called toning, is to draw objects on a plane to create a three-dimensional effect.

Some people use a pen to lay out the lines one by one to pave the surface; some people just wipe it with their hands for the sake of speed, and Lao Hu obviously belongs to the latter.

She Wu didn't know this, and after Lao Hu's operation, she only felt that this Western-style painting method was too, too careless.

"Teacher Hu, don't worry about her, she doesn't know how to do this, she's just a rookie." Xia Yujian seemed to have found a chance, and he was a few seats away, and he was angry with her Wu.

These words were harsh, and before Lao Hu could speak, Si Huanian continued, "The defeated general still has the energy to criticize others, isn't he used to losing?"

It has not been a day or two since Si Xia and his family have been hostile in the Beijing art circle. Si Huanian and Xia Yujian, as the leaders of the younger generation, often look at each other and hate each other, but in terms of strength, Si Huanian is the one who stabilizes Xia Yujian The youth art award that just ended was taken away by Si Huanian.

Xia Yujian fought back bitterly, "You wait, I'll trample you under your feet sooner or later."

Si Huanian didn't even look at it, "Yes, I've never been as good as you when you talk about it."

"It's alright, alright, I can bear it, I'll see how many points you guys give me in the No. [-] American University exam next year!" Old Hu roared, and everyone fell silent.

After Lao Hu left, she looked at the gray shadows on the drawing paper, raised her hand, and was very hesitant. Did she really want to paint it on like this?

A scent of candy wafted over, and a white and slender hand appeared in sight.

Si Huanian squatted down, gently shook the wrist holding the pen, and left a row of fine lines of equal length on the corner of Wu's drawing paper, "You can also draw in this way, you don't have to be good at arranging the lines to form a surface." paint."

Her voice at this moment was extremely soft, and a sweet breath breathed on Wu's face, which once again stirred up the inexplicable restlessness in Wu's heart.

She only felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Thank you."

Si Huanian rolled his eyes and encouraged, "Come on."

After Si Huanian sat back in her seat, Wu exhaled forcefully, what happened to her.

With Si Huanian's advice, Wu got started very quickly. Pencils are easier to control than brushes. She is already good at drawing, and she has mastered the method. All that remains is to improve her proficiency.

When Lu Yi came over in the afternoon, she already had a good drawing of Wu.

Lu Yi: "Okay, I thought you were a pure novice."

She Wu: "It's okay... By the way, why are you sitting so far away?"

Lu Yi: "I'm afraid I'll disturb you when the old bullshit scolds me later."

Wu she: "..."

In the color class in the afternoon, Wu got used to it faster. She was born in a color-making family, and she is much more sensitive to color than ordinary people, and can easily adjust the color she wants.

The touch of oil paint was very novel to her, and it didn't take long for her to quickly find the fun.

But Lu Yi was not so happy.

"Lu Yi, what the hell kind of color are you playing with!"

"Lu Yi, everyone draws green apples, but you are the only one who paints red, and you are the only one who is unique?"

"Lu Yi,..."

Although she was scolded frequently, Lu Yi always had a good attitude. The good-natured teacher said something and immediately changed it, and after a while, she continued to be scolded...

Wu finally understood what Lu Yi said just now...

Until the night fell and the evening self-study ended.

Wu she: "Go back together?"

Lu Yi: "You go first, I'll come back after I fix this point."

Lu Yi is still changing the painting during the day, the picture is getting dirtier and dirtier, the color of the fruit is already a bit gray...

She Wu wanted to say something more, but she was afraid of hurting Lu Yi's self-esteem, so she stood silently by her side for a while, then patted Lu Yi on the shoulder before leaving, "See you later."

Lu Yi was the only one left in the empty studio, the evening breeze blew in a little bit of coolness, and the lights stretched the lonely back.

Li Xi came from the office area to lock the door, and when she saw such a scene, she sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She has learned about Lu Yi from Teacher Hu. She is a hard-working student. She is very good at sketching, but for some reason, she has a very poor sense of color. She has failed in the color test for two consecutive years. She often wonders how to help this Students worry.

Wait, color sense?

Suddenly something flashed in my mind, and Li Xi struggled to grasp it.

She had seen Lu Yi's color works, and she was once surprised, no matter how bad a student is in color, she wouldn't use color so outrageously, could it?

Could it be that? !

Li Xi covered her mouth, this sudden thought made her heart jump up, could it be her?

No, Li Xi quickly denied herself, how could a child who likes to paint so much be...but she... how to explain this...

Li Xi's heart was in a mess, she stood where she was, two voices clashed fiercely in her mind, she raised her foot several times, and then put it down several times.

After a while, she finally made up her mind that in order to understand her students better, it was necessary for her to verify her guess.

"Lu Yi, I'm still practicing." Li Xi approached, her voice trying to maintain a normal tone, "Really hard work."

"No way, the stupid bird flies first." Lu Yi teased himself.

Li Xi adjusted her breathing, pointed to the [gray] leather booklet next to Lu Yi's feet as naturally as possible, "Ms. Hu left something again, hand me the [red] leather booklet, and I'll put it on the table for him .”

She purposely bit the word "red" very accurately, and after she finished speaking, Li Xi secretly stared at Lu Yi's face, not missing any of her expressions.

I saw that Lu Yi didn't find anything wrong with her statement, picked up the booklet, and handed it over naturally, "Here."

Li Xi was calm on the surface, but there was a huge wave in her heart.

her student,

Seems to be colorblind.

☆, studio confrontation

The late-night subway cars are not as crowded as in the daytime, and there are only a few scattered office workers who smell of alcohol, holding briefcases to cover the bulging fat on their stomachs, sitting in silence with each other, their eyes empty and tired.

The subway is moving in darkness, and occasionally there will be vivid and bright billboards flashing outside the window, but in Lu Yi's eyes, they are just black with different brightness.

In WeChat, there are more than a dozen unread messages hanging next to an orchid head with a note on her mother. Lu Yi opened it without expression:

【Xiao Yi, is the money enough?If it's not enough, mom will give you a little more. 】

[Usually look at your phone less and rest your eyes more. 】

【Your aptitude is too hard to learn to paint. When I come back, I will arrange a more suitable path for you. Why don't you take it easy? 】

···

Still with the rude concern of "for your own good", Lu Yi tapped his phone, his expression indifferent.

***

After paying the rent and the tuition for the remedial classes, Wu really has very little money left.

Lu Yi introduced her to a part-time job in a convenience store, the overnight shift from 22:6 in the evening to 3:4 in the morning of the next day. The hourly salary is quite high, and it will not delay the daytime classes. If you work [-] or [-] days a week, it is enough To afford Wu her daily expenses, but still can not let her afford too good painting materials.

Learning art is a very expensive thing.

"You look tired." After Wu yawned for the third time, Si Huanian cared.

"It's okay." Wu she pulled out a weary smile. She had just finished working all night, and now her brain was dizzy and buzzing.

"Would you like to sleep, I'll help you look after the teacher." Si Huanian suggested.

Wu's eyelids were clenched, she hid her body in the drawing board, and said gratefully, "That's up to you."

It never occurred to her that Wu would fall asleep right away leaning on the easel.

Her soft long hair poured down between her fingers, and even with her eyes closed, she couldn't stop her elegant demeanor, like a literati who fell drunk in the wind and moon after drinking in Lanting.

Si Huanian bent his eyes and looked at it for a while, thinking that the first time he saw her Wu, she just fell asleep next to him...

She didn't sleep for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, she heard an annoying voice, deliberately turned up the volume, and it rang in her ears.

"Teacher, Wu is going to bed!" Xia Yujian could be considered to have discovered something, and shouted to the teacher in the distance.

Wu's head suddenly hurt even more...

She didn't need the teacher to call again, she sat up straight by herself, her open eyes still had a few bloodshot eyes, and she met Xia Yujian's mean smile.

She Wu: "Are you sick?"

Xia Yujian: "Seeing that you are unhappy, what's the matter?"

She Wu: "...Is it not acceptable to choose?"

Xia Yujian: "Okay, the one who loses is called Dad."

The PK between the art students is very simple. The two agreed that whoever gets the most points in the practice work of the color class in the afternoon will win.

Wu took a good rest at noon and regained some energy.

She didn't expect to confront the Xia family so soon. Although the other party didn't know her identity, it was necessary for her mother to teach this annoying boy a lesson.

The subject came out, and it was required to use "animals" as the theme to create arbitrary color works.

Wu did not underestimate the enemy, she chose to use chalk, which is most similar to a brush, to paint the areas she is good at.

Considering the limited time, she decided to only draw a tiger head.

When Xia Yujian couldn't wait to start painting, Wu was still composing with her eyes closed.

My mother taught me that the difficulty in drawing a tiger lies in drawing its bones. To achieve both form and spirit, you must first have its complete and three-dimensional appearance in your mind.

A few minutes later, the image of a roaring tiger head took shape in Wu's mind.

Staining, picking up the pen, it looks like you have practiced it thousands of times.

Wu's eyes sparkled with confidence, and she wanted to let the tiger roar on the paper in front of her.

time flies.

The naturally smudged water-soluble pigment supports the frame of the skeleton, leaving a unique hair texture;

Tiger beard, fangs, red tongue, all kinds of details are written casually, the lines are smooth and unassuming;

The tiger gazed and screamed, and with the final eye of the tiger, a tiger that seemed to jump out of the drawing paper and bite, jumped out of the paper.

"It's time, put your paintings in front and comment on them together."

Wu she put away the pen with satisfaction, Xia Yujian sat a little far away from her in the afternoon, and she didn't know what the guy painted.

The commentary wall became a large animal gathering, everyone drew birds, goats, deer, turtles, wild boars...

But the classmate who drew a box of octopus balls is too much...

Although there are many paintings on the wall, no one can take their eyes off the head of the tiger.

The majesty and arrogance of the tiger painting, although it is just a painting, it seems to be able to hear it roaring with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Who drew this? It's so good, right?"

"It must have been drawn by Si Huanian or Xia Yujian, we definitely can't compare."

Xia Yujian's expression was not very good. He and the tiger stared at each other for a long time, but he didn't want to admit that he couldn't draw at this level.

"Si Huanian, you're pretty good at drawing tigers. You must practice secretly." Xia Yujian said sourly.

Si Huanian was lucky enough to appreciate the whole process of the tiger's birth beside Wu, and she laughed as if watching the excitement, "I didn't draw it, I drew that kitten."

Xia Yujian's expression froze, besides Si Huanian, who else in this studio can paint better than himself?

Could it be that? !He looked disbelieving.

In the commentary session, the head of the tiger got the highest score without any accident. Xia Yujian sullenly, holding on to the last sliver of luck, waited to see who took the painting away when the final works were accepted.

A long-haired figure walked forward with light steps, took off the tiger statue from the shelf, hugged it in his arms, and turned his head. This was the face Xia Yujian didn't want to see at the moment.

"Brother Xia, what should I do, really want to call her daddy?"

"roll!"

Xia Yujian vigorously kicked away a water bottle blocking the way, and walked away angrily.

She didn't want to really listen to him call her father, so the already embarrassing family relationship between her and Xia Yujian would be even worse. She only hoped that this person would stay as far away from her as possible in the future.

"It's amazing!" Si Huanian's eyes became a little more appreciative.

Wu was a little embarrassed, and said modestly, "No, good luck, I just happened to draw the part I am good at."

"The technique you just used didn't seem to be all watercolor..."

"Well, I used the traditional meticulous brushwork method."

"Looks good, will you have a chance to teach me?"

"No, no, learn from each other."

***

Late at night, slightly cold.

All the lights of thousands of houses were turned off, and there was only one 24-hour convenience store left in a row of closed shops.

Wearing a red and green employee uniform, Wu moved the newly arrived products to the store and put them on the shelves.

An aunt in her 40s was sitting in the cashier area, with a toothpick in her mouth, sitting comfortably in an armchair, staring at the soap opera on her mobile phone, while pointing at her:

"Xiao Wu, wait a while to mop up the floor of the store, while there are no people there."

"Xiao Wu, has the pantry been cleared?"

"Xiao Wu, the beer is sold out, you go to the back warehouse to get some new ones."

The aunt who instigates Wu to do this and that is a relative of the shop owner. She is lazy and bullies newcomers on weekdays. It is obviously a job done by two people. She always pushes the heavy and tiring work to Wu, she only does some light work to collect money.

She is dependent on others, and it is rare to find a job that does not delay her class, so she tolerates her in every possible way.Fortunately, I am young and powerful, and I can stand the toss.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, after finally making it to the halfway break, Wu took her bag and sat on a bench outside the store.

The sky was as black as ink, without stars.

She used to be spoiled by her parents, she rarely went to bed late, and she had never seen such a deep night.

Wu took out a rice ball that expired today from her bag, which was just cleared from the store.

The popular onigiri had been sold long ago, and this kind of unpalatable green plum onigiri was left every time. It was either thrown away after the expiration date, or was used by poor shop assistants like Wu who didn't have dinner to fill their stomachs.

Wu she tore open the package and took a bite. The rice grains were already a bit hard. After chewing several times, her throat still choked when she swallowed.

She was about to go back to the store to get a glass of water, but when she thought about what the aunt must be, "Is there any water in the store that you can drink casually? You need to pay for it..." She was upset for a while, and she didn't want to face that face .

"Ok?"

When she sat down again, she touched the side pocket of the backpack with a bulging section, and she was puzzled, she didn't remember that she had put anything in it.

Opening the mouth of the bag, someone put a can of Wangzai milk inside.

With a red bottle body, a doll with a big head smiled brightly, revealing a heart-shaped tongue.There is a post-it note on the back, still the familiar little round body, "Drink it! It's super sweet~"

A feather brushed gently across the atrium, Wu she thought of that sweet smiling face, and there was a little sparkle in her eyes.

The milk washed away the choking in the throat, only the sweetness lingered between the lips and teeth for a long time,

The tip of the tongue and the heart.

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But I must insist on more!Can always wait until the little cuties!

☆, go out to sketch

Summer passed away in a hurry, and Beijing entered autumn in a blink of an eye.

Shuren Studio organizes students to go out to sketch every year at this time, and this time the destination is Xiangshan Park in the western suburbs.

Lao Hu hired an acquaintance to rent a bus, and took all the students away early in the morning.

Li Xi stayed on duty, and she was somewhat unaccustomed to the absence of those energetic students in the studio.

"Zi La..."

There was a sudden sound of door slamming from the classroom in the distance, and Li Xi shuddered, her typing hands stopped.

···Isn't she the only one in the studio now...

wind?Thief?Or, ghost?

Li Xi shook her head, what was she thinking in the clear sky...

She stood up, emboldened herself, and prepared to go and have a look.

Li Xi took a broom casually, put the other hand on the dial key of the mobile phone, bent over, held her breath, with a serious expression, and moved towards the classroom step by step.

"Senior Li Xi? What are you doing?" Lu Yi held a bucket for washing pens in his hand, blinked, and laughed behind Li Xi.

"Ahem, Lu Yi, it's you." Li Xi's cheeks were blushing, and she quickly put down the broom, "Why didn't you go sketching with everyone?"

As soon as the question was asked, Li Xi regretted it.

Since she found out that Lu Yi might be colorblind last time, she checked a lot of information, and compared Lu Yi's previous works, she came to the conclusion that her student is very likely to be achromatopsia who can't distinguish any color.

However, people with achromatopsia love the dark and are afraid of light, so they will naturally avoid going out to sketch under the sun.

"Oh, I feel a little uncomfortable today, I still want to stay in the studio to practice." Lu Yi found a reason to reply.

Li Xi understood, looked down at the things in Lu Yi's hand, and said softly, "I just happen to have nothing to do today, do you want me to tutor you in the color part?"

Lu Yi's dark eyes lit up, "Really? Senior sister, just don't think I'm stupid."

Li Xi shook her head, and gently reached out to brush Lu Yi's broken hair that covered her eyes, "Why, I always thought that you have talent."

Lu Yi only felt that Li Xi was kindly comforting herself, and she was very clear about her level.

After seeing a few pictures of Lu Yi's recent exercises, Li Xi kept her mouth shut.

To be honest, regardless of the "colored" glasses, Lu Yi's paintings, regardless of technique or proficiency, have far exceeded the admission standards, but...

"Sister, if you have any opinions, just speak up, I have a thick skin, you can say whatever you want..." Lu Yi took out a notebook from his bag, put it on his lap, and sat on the side humbly.

The book is very thick, and there are many strange formulas recorded in places that Li Xi can't see:

h=1+4

bn=1+2+17

...

Li Xi remained silent, the more she thought about it, the sadder she became.

If it were any other student, she would point out that the colors of these works are abrupt and strange like Lao Hu, but this is Lu Yi, and she knows that these areas that need improvement may be the parts that Lu Yi will never be able to do anything about.

"Lu Yi, why do you...why want to learn to draw?"

Hearing a sudden "thump" in his heart, Lu Yi let go of his hand, and the notebook slipped to the ground.

Li Xi thought she hid it well, but Lu Yi was sensitive by nature, so she could sense something from the forbearance between her brows and eyes.

Her secret is known.

Lu Yi is too familiar with this kind of look, complicated, mixed with doubt, puzzlement, sympathy, and even a trace of pity, she has seen it on the faces of her own family members countless times.

"Sister, do you know something..."

Li Xi was a little flustered, she didn't expect to be exposed suddenly, but it was obviously too late to deny it at this time, "Don't worry, I have no malicious intentions, let alone tell others, I just..."

Lu Yi lowered his head and laughed at himself, "I'm just thinking about how to persuade me to stop my wishful thinking of learning painting as soon as possible?"

Lu Yi understands this helplessness better than anyone else. He memorized the number arrangement corresponding to hundreds of colors, memorized all versions of the physical examination color blindness check card, practiced day and night for so many years, but still couldn't realize a dream.

"No, I've never thought about it that way." Li Xi said with a serious expression, "In my opinion, colors are not for seeing, but for feeling. It doesn't matter if you can't see colors. Trust me, I will will help you."

Li Xi's voice was gentle and firm, every word hit Lu Yi's heart.

***

On the bus going to Xiangshan to sketch.

Wu has already slept all the way. Since she has a part-time job at night and make up classes during the day, she always finds any time to rest and refresh her energy.

Xia Yujian sat far away, since he lost the bet last time, he has been avoiding Wu her, and Wu she is happy to relax.

"Listen everyone, it's coming soon, everyone should take one of the hats I'm handing out now, and follow me later, don't fall behind."

"Mr. Hu, why is the hat green?"

"Green is easy to find! It's not easy to get confused with tourists from travel agencies."

"But this is also..."

"Okay, let's go!" As soon as the car came to a stop, Lao Hu waved his hand, making everyone's arrangements clear.

Xiangshan Mountain has beautiful scenery, verdant vegetation, and a large area of ​​green in the eye. If you look closely, there are signs of yellowing or redness. It is indeed a good place for sketching.

The students in the Shuren Studio are equipped with uniform equipment, such as a painting material bag printed with the studio logo, a square drawing board, and a grass-colored little green hat on their heads.

"Get up! Let's go to the open space on the top of the mountain to sketch, and we will arrive at noon soon! Come on!" Lao Hu was full of energy, with a water bottle hanging on his chest, and he took the lead and walked in the front.

"Mr. Hu, slow down! We can't go fast!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the young man is not physically strong~"

"Teacher, you didn't take anything. I'm still carrying big and small bags. How about you help me get the painting materials?"

"Oh, look at that leaf, it looks so pretty..."

"..."

Wu is in a good mood. Since she came to Beijing, she has been studying painting, working part-time, and returning to her residence at [-]:[-] a.m. This is the first time she has come out to relax.

There are many varieties of plants and trees in Xiangshan, and she has been influenced by her father since she was a child. She habitually pays attention to whether there are any materials that can be used to make paint. If she is lucky, she may even come across fragmented natural ores.

"has"

In the grass, she found a few indigo plants.

This is one of the most commonly used coloring materials.

Soak the stems and leaves of bluegrass in clear water for three days, mix them with lime at a ratio of 10 to 1, stir well until the soaking liquid changes from black green to deep purple, scoop out the foam, and dry it into powder, which is the color system of Chinese painting "Indigo Daisy".

Wu she squatted down, this bluegrass stem and leaves are plump and of good quality, but unfortunately the quantity is too small to be extracted once.

"What are you looking at?" A sweet voice came from behind.

Wu looked back, although she had known each other for more than a month, she still felt that the person behind her was dazzlingly beautiful.

Si Huanian wore a white shirt today, and unbuttoned the top two buttons. Beads of sweat rolled down his slender neck, glistening in the sun.

Her eyes were curved, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she smiled sweetly into Wu's heart.

The bell of fate rings, and the time flies.

------------【Reminiscence---Parents' Love Chapter: Qinghan · Jinnian】------------

20 years ago, in Gaoqiao West Lane, Suzhou City, a two-story shop built by the river.

The shop has black tiles and white walls, and it looks a little old. On the plaque, there are four big characters of vicissitudes --- "Wu's Yanfang".

A young man was squatting in the open space in front of the shop, messing with some flowers and plants, with a concentrated expression.

Wu Qinghan is the only one who runs Wu's Yanfang now. Although the business is not as good as it used to be, he still abides by the precepts of his ancestors and makes paints with his heart every day without slacking off.

This piece of bluegrass was carefully cultivated by him as a raw material for color making, and it will be harvested soon.The money in the shop is getting tighter and tighter. If the materials can be self-sufficient, he usually starts directly.

"What are you looking at?" A clear female voice came from behind.

Wu Qinghan turned his head, his eyes lit up, and behind him stood a beautiful girl who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

Wu Qinghan stood there dumbfounded, only feeling that his heart suddenly started beating uncontrollably.

Xia Jinnian was wearing a white shirt, her long black hair was tied into a cool ponytail, her eyes were black and clear, and she was smiling, waiting for Wu Qinghan to answer.

Wu Qinghan took a breath, and replied with a blushing face, "I'm looking at bluegrass, these can be used to make paint..."

"Oh?" Xia Jinnian became more interested, and leaned closer, "What kind of paint is it?"

A ray of sweet fragrance rushed to the face, Wu Qinghan's heart beat like a drum, "Qingdai color."

"The indigo color of traditional Chinese painting?" Xia Jinnian became more interested, a little unbelievable, and held up a tree of indigo, "It turns out that indigo is made from this plant..."

Wu Qinghan stood up, took a breath, looked at the girl beside him, and did the most daring thing in his life, which also made him the most proud, "I'm processing the materials of Qingdai in the shop. I gonna go see?"

"Okay."

···

That was the first time her parents met Wu, and later on, there would always be a few bluegrass planted in front of the shop at home, and every time she saw Wu Qinghan, she would proudly point it out to her, "Father relies on those few bluegrass to get along with him." Your mother knows it, and it will be passed on to you from the family store in the future, and those few bluegrass can't be moved."

------------【End of Memories---Parents' Love Chapter: Qinghan · Jinnian】----------------

Beside the hiking trail of Xiangshan Mountain, Wu's eyes were warm, looking back at Si Huanian's eyes,

"I'm looking at bluegrass, which can be used as paint..."

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☆, grants

Xiangshan's sketching trip ended amidst the pain in the waist and legs.

Wu once again got the highest score in the class for her painting of autumn scenery. Xia Yujian hid in the distance, and his gaze deepened again.

Xia's house, outside the study.

"Old Xia, what do you think our son is doing? He didn't go out for so many days, so he locked himself in and drew..."

Xia's mother was wearing a well-cut plain cheongsam, with a slender figure and tight skin, no one could tell that she was over sixty years old.

Father Xia didn't look good at taking care of himself. There were already deep wrinkles on his forehead, but his eyes were bright, revealing the same arrogance as Xia Yujian. , unlike Yu'an, who knows how to play all day long abroad, and doesn't study hard at painting."

···

Xia Yujian has stopped going to the studio these days, practicing at home like crazy.

He was completely stimulated by Wu, not only because he had to face the shame of being called the other party's father, but also because he couldn't stand his painting skills and was about to catch up with Si Huanian, but suddenly a peer who was even stronger than Si Huanian appeared people.

He hated this feeling of being suppressed too much, just like he hated that when the outside world mentioned the rising star of the Xia family, they only knew Xia Jinnian.

Xia's father also supported him very much. Not only did he teach him with all his money, but he also invited Xia Yujian's uncles who had become famous to come and guide him.

***

With Li Xi's participation, Lu Yi's studio life has become much more vivid.

She never dared to hope for this kind of life. When others knew that she couldn't distinguish colors, she would inevitably be played like a monkey.

"Lu Yi, what do you think it looks like?"

"Lu Yi, what color do you think my pen is?"

"Lu Yi, do you not know the difference between traffic lights when crossing the road hahaha?"

···

Even the closest family members will inevitably lose patience with themselves in the end, but unfortunately it is different.

She is always so caring and gentle.

She uses tomato red, eggplant purple, tangerine orange... Forest green, sea blue, desert yellow... Use everything Luyi can perceive to give color stories and warm her world...

Lu Yi has never met such a gentle person, Li Xi looks like his own other pair of eyes.

Gradually, Lu Yi began to be less resistant to colors, and the cold numbers and symbols on the notebook gradually gained warmth...

***

Wu is still very tired every day, and she always feels that she doesn't get enough sleep.

She knows that the all-night part-time job is not a long-term solution. The tuition fees for studying in American University in the future have not yet been settled, and there are living expenses, painting materials, rent, utilities... various places where money is spent...

Whenever she thinks of these things, she only feels a headache.

She could feel that her body was getting weaker day by day, and she often felt nauseous because of staying up late.But she really didn't dare to get sick, there were still too many things she had to take on by herself.

"Do you want to consider... applying for a bursary?" Si Huanian saw it every day, and probably guessed that Wu might be struggling financially.Afraid of hurting Wu's self-esteem, she would not directly offer to help, but came up with a compromise.

"Huh? I didn't know about these. Is it a scholarship or something?" She was obviously interested in Wu.

Si Huanian added, "There are many big companies that set up student grants every year to subsidize some potential students..."

For example, the Ling's Group run by my mother has high scholarships specially provided for art students.But Si Huanian didn't say anything because he was afraid that he might be suspected of passing water in private.

"Why didn't I think of this..." She thanked Wu, "Thank you, I will look for information on this."

Perhaps it was God's will, when Si Huanian saw her again, she found that the information she was filling out in her hand was exactly the bursary project of her mother's company...

Si Huanian didn't reveal his identity, but believed in Wu's strength even more.

"Do you need to fill in so much information?" Si Huanian walked up to Wu and sat down next to her.

"Well, it may be because the amount of the bursary is very high, so I should be more cautious..." There are more than a dozen pages of paper piled up on the desk in front of her: family situation, academic performance, hobbies, future plans...

These are all easy to say, the most important thing is to submit a piece of your own work.

Wu is very interested in this opportunity. If it succeeds, not only will her tuition fees be settled in the future, but she can also quit her part-time job and have more time to hone her painting skills.

It’s just that you don’t know yourself, you don’t know the enemy, and you don’t know the level of your competitors, so the submitted works must be unreserved and show your strength.

"I am going to repaint this submitted work."

"Huh? Is there enough time? Your usual practice is very good at drawing..."

"I usually don't paint at my best level, and there are still a few days before the deadline for registration, so I have enough time."

Si Huanian opened his mouth slightly, can he draw better?

"Then when you draw, can I watch from the side?" Si Huanian clasped his hands together, blinking his eyes, looking soft and pitiful, "I'll just watch quietly and never disturb you, okay... ·”

Wu, she had no power to resist this kind of cuteness, she hurriedly looked away, and said helplessly, "Okay..."

That night for self-study, she asked Lao Hu to borrow an unused small classroom, and moved all the things she needed to use there.

Si Huanian also followed, she obediently sat down in her seat, pinched two fingers, and slid across her tightly closed cherry mouth to ensure that she would not make a sound.

Wu looked funny, but for some reason, she felt that with Si Huanian by her side, she would be in a much better mood.

She spread a piece of rice paper on the table, and when she touched the tough and smooth surface of the paper, she sighed in her heart, tough but moist, smooth but not slippery, this is the drawing paper she is most familiar with... ·

Wu mainly uses ink, and only three kinds of pigments are azurite, stone green and ochre.

The paint is bright in color and high in quality. It was made by Wu's father himself. Although she took a little of each, Wu still feels very distressed.Now that Dad is gone, these are used a little, a little less...

As usual, she closed her eyes first, and conceived in her mind the picture to be painted later. She decided to choose landscape painting, which she is best at in Chinese painting.

Open your eyes, pick up the pen, soak it in water, stain it, and put the pen down, all in one go.

Where the heart moves, the pen moves freely.

The distant mountains are hazy, the shore is green, the riverside is sunset, and the lonely boat is fishing...

It didn't take long for a freehand small scene in the south of the Yangtze River to have a rough appearance on paper.

Si Huanian was stunned and forgot to blink. It turns out that what she is best at is pure Chinese painting.

It was the first time for her to see the creation process of traditional Chinese painting. The brushwork, color and composition are very different from Western paintings, but they are very attractive.

In other words, the person who is painting Chinese paintings is very attractive...

"What do you think of the painting?" She didn't know when she stopped writing, looked at Si Huanian who was in a daze, and asked with a smile.

"Did you draw it?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting for the ink to dry, and then continue painting."

Si Huanian smiled and narrowed his eyes.