[Full-time] The oil painting version of Huang Shaotian is so handsome

Not long after I got used to the life after being discharged from the hospital, school started at the university.

Unlike other European countries, France has a lot of subsidies for students.Because the cost of living is much lower than that of other countries, many international students can be seen in the school.

Most of the Asian faces are Chinese people who study hard with their books in their hands. After class every day, they either go to work or learn French.So much so that Mu Shiyu had been in school for almost two weeks, but he couldn't find a chance to get to know those people.

After several twists and turns, she finally gave up and chose to meet the Japanese youth in her class who looked a lot like the younger version of Hiroshi Abe.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese young man Bai Lixiu is very talkative, and he looks like a muscular man, but in fact he is as careful as a hair.Probably because of his living environment, he is particularly good at drawing two-dimensional cute girls. It is said that he has painted some indescribable things before.

After some understanding, I found that both of them have very traditional Asian stomachs, and they are incapable of accepting those snail dishes.So they hit it off, and they simply formed a research group, making appointments every day to go to a Chinese restaurant near the school for lunch, and discuss the topic by the way.

Wednesday afternoons were, as usual, boring and boring philosophy classes.

Although it is a philosophy class in name, it is actually about contemporary art.

Mu Shiyu has always been diligent and studious, and she can listen to even boring classes.But Bailisang was particularly tired today, and kept dozing off in class. Due to the majesty of the teacher, he had no choice but to pretend to take notes, but in fact sent a message to Mu Shiyu.

【so sleepy】

【What did you do last night? 】

【Stay up late to catch up on the manuscript】

Mu Shiyu raised her eyebrows. She knew that Bailisang would often publish his works on a certain website after school, hoping that some companies would take a fancy to his painting style and send him an invitation for a draft.

It's rare that she got a little interested today, and asked Bailisang about drawing with a digital tablet, and asked a lot of questions about the p station.

Although Bai Lisang was sleepy, he patiently explained a lot, and by the way sent a link to his favorite digital tablet.In the end, he jokingly asked Mu Shiyu if he would like to collaborate in drawing comics together in the future. One of them focuses on the characters and the other focuses on the background. Once released, they will definitely be very popular.

So, driven by Bailisang, Mu Shiyu learned for a while, and then published his first work on Bailisang's trumpet.

Why would she use someone else's trumpet?

Because Mu Shiyu was too lazy to register, Bailisang was so kind-hearted, he made a favor and gave her his trumpet.

Originally, Mu Shiyu thought that his work was not very suitable for the tastes of p station users, but who would have expected that not long after it was released, he would receive his first fans and long comments in his life.

Sitting on the sofa, she clicked on the long comment with full expectation.

The person who left the comment made a comprehensive analysis of the painting from the beginning to the end, from the protagonist in the painting, to the light and shadow that Mu Shiyu is best at, and even the patina on the bench, he commented one by one. , and finally ends with looking forward to the next sub-work.

This is simply an angel on earth!

If it wasn't an angel, who else would write a long review for a young artist like her who has just settled in!

The adoptive daughter's happy appearance naturally fell into the eyes of the adoptive father, who put the newspaper aside and asked, "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

Mu Shiyu excitedly handed the mobile phone to his adoptive father, gesturing in sign language to express the overwhelming excitement in his heart.

"Very well, my daughter is indeed the best." The adoptive father applauded her.

[This shows that someone has a keen eye and sees that I have the potential to become a great painter]

"Then our future great painter, do you want to give your first fan a nickname?" the adoptive father suggested.

【Like your girlfriends? ] Mu Shiyu was a little dissatisfied. This young chief physician was able to distinguish the many girlfriends by relying on various notes.

"I'm afraid that there will be more fans in the future. You don't know who your first fan is."

What he said made Mu Shiyu elated, holding his phone and thinking about what kind of nickname to give him as his first fan.She noticed that the main color of her first painting was yellow, and the head of this little angel was also yellow.

That being the case, let's call you Huang Huang!

After thinking of a nickname, Mu Shiyu stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, and her adoptive father asked her what she was doing.

【I can't let him down, so I'm going to study the theme of the next painting】

The adoptive father wanted to tell her to eat some fruit before going back to the room, but seeing her being so active, he shrugged and prepared to peel the fruit and send it to the room.

Compared to when he first took over Mu Shiyu, he thought it was pretty good. A 20-year-old girl should have this kind of vigor, and she should speak out generously if she has something to say, instead of holding it in her heart and saying nothing.

At the beginning, those people actually said that he couldn't take care of children. They should really let them see Mu Shiyu's current changes. It really is that he is well educated.

The happy old French man, peeling an apple with his surgical hands, couldn't help humming in the kitchen.Because the voice was too loud, his lovely adopted daughter rushed straight to the kitchen and angrily gestured with sign language to tell him to stop singing!

"Shiyu, is my singing so ugly?"

【Not only is it ugly, you also disturbed my drawing】

"Okay, I won't sing." The adoptive father was a little ashamed, and quickly pointed to the peeled fruit to change the subject, "Take this plate of fruit back, and draw while eating."

There was no class the next day, but the new topic was something like a study report, so the two made an appointment to meet in the library.

Mu Shiyu took the seat early, and as soon as Bailisang came, she couldn't wait to present her mobile phone, showing Huang Huangliu's long comment.

The library needs to be quiet, so Bailisang took out a piece of paper and wrote a few words of congratulations, and then gave her a thumbs up to show her encouragement.

They are sitting by the window today, and when they turn their heads, they can see a wide tree-lined road lined with tall plane trees.

Mu Shiyu was tired from reading, so he simply looked at the golden color outside the window to relax his tense nerves.

The afternoon sun illuminated the sycamore leaves golden, and under the blowing of the wind, some withered leaves fell one by one.

In just a moment, she recalled another segment—a segment about libraries, sunlight, and leaves.

Ever since Amy painted himself a portrait last time, Mu Shiyu found that as long as he came into contact with certain things, he would recall something.Although it was just a clip, a shot, she quite enjoyed this feeling.

It's like a treasure hunt, the past self is the owner of the treasure, and she is the treasure hunter.If you want to get the treasure, you must constantly search for items to find the clues of the treasure.

Mu Shiyu is convinced that as long as all the key items are found, she will be able to find out where the treasure is.