When a vampire bites an omega

Carey also looked at the location of the studio.

From the transparent glass window, you can see the little guy's pair of small feet pedaling on the seat, with curly golden bangs sticking to his forehead, sitting very cutely.

The boy's blue eyes were focused on the silk cloth and the oil paint plate, and he carefully adjusted the oil paint plate with a brush in one hand.

The corners of Carey's lips curled, and he said, "The pheromone is not his."

After speaking, he went back to the bookshelf just now, took out the books he wanted one by one, turned around and went to the library to scan the chip, and then left the library with Lance.

Ivan sat in the studio for a long time.

After going through the grind of the last days, there are not many oil paints left here, and many colors that can be bought in modern times are gone.

But he was originally a man of the Renaissance, when people used only a few colors to create a kaleidoscopic look.A little more of each color and a little less, different degrees of color will come out.

He sat in front of the easel, looked at the white silk cloth, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, caught a glimpse of the back who had left out of the corner of his eye, picked up a pencil and began to draw carefully.

In fact, his oil paintings have always been painted directly on the canvas.But this is the budding period after the demise of oil painting. The teenager's thoughts turned a few times in his head, and he decided to record the scene just now with a pencil, and then color it after going to bed, so as not to draw too skillfully and make people suspicious.

He draws very slowly and carefully, the brush tip passing through the silk, making a rustling sound, as if the whole world has quieted down.

First, the big bookshelf was drawn with three or two strokes, and then the gentleman in military uniform beside the bookshelf was drawn.

There are four books in Mr.'s hand, three thin and one thick.The soft natural wind blowing in from the window not far away made his bangs a little crooked.

Because the whole painting is drawn with thick outlines, it doesn't look good.There are even only two small dots on the face of the character to replace the eyes, and the position of the mouth is only a thick and thin line.From a distance, it looks like a modern abstract painting.

The tall senior at the side was curious, "Student, your painting... I just looked at it from a distance and it looked good, but when you get close, the nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not eyes. What is your drawing method? Can you teach me?"

Ivan blinked, turned his head away, looked at the bookshelves outside, and at his own paintings, carefully measuring with his fingertips on the silk.

"This is just a primer. I don't think it's easy to control the overall situation by directly applying oil paint, so I draw the important outlines first."

As he spoke, he looked around.

There are not many people in the studio, and there are only three people who are painting, and they are all directly painting the silk cloth with oil paint.

Of course, they were all painted in a mess, with one more piece here and one less there.I hurriedly used white paint to cover up many places, but the oil paint became thicker and thicker, but the color was always unsatisfactory.

The talented little painter, with his slender eyebrows almost frowning, looked at the tall senior with a pair of clear eyes, and said every word seriously: "Beginners, you have to get the basics first."

Ivan originally had a baby face, with golden curly hair, delicate and fair skin, and an Oversize white coat on his body. He looked like a delicate little doll.

The little doll has a serious face at the moment, and when she speaks, she pouted slightly because of anger, so cute and serious.

It seems to say: "Look, I am a beginner, so I am laying the groundwork, so you should do the same." That appearance is really like a child who has just learned new knowledge in a kindergarten, showing off in front of adults like a pedant .

Aaron laughed and said, "Okay, listen to you, I'll let them try."

As soon as Ivan sat down, he sat until the sun went down.He is a vampire, he can't feel hungry, but it makes Simon anxious.

As soon as the outline was drawn with a pencil, he was about to use the oil paint board to paint a large area of ​​the silk cloth with a base color, when a resentful gaze fell on him.

Turning around, I saw the red-haired Omega holding several books of different thicknesses in his hands, a canvas bag on his arm, and a backpack on his back.His eyes were red, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"Where have you been, Fanfan! You don't have a watch, I can't find you anywhere! It's already 06:30 in the evening, if you don't go to the cafeteria, you will have no food..." After finishing speaking, he ran over and rubbed his elbow His arm: "I'm so hungry, let's go eat!"

Ivan looked at the half-person-high easel in front of him, and at Simon who was carrying something, hesitant to speak.

He put the canvas bag in Simon's hand into his hand, opened and closed his lips a few times, and finally opened his mouth tentatively: "I... don't really want to eat dinner, Xiaoxi, can you eat it by yourself?" After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Simon would be angry , hurriedly brought all the books in his hand, "I can help you take everything back."

The books of the two of them were put together, a total of seven or eight books.The little boy held it in his hands, covering half of his body.

But he didn't find it difficult at all, and bought a lot of oil paints, and he also took the unpainted silk cloth together.

The half-person-high canvas, together with the easel, was carried by the little guy on his back, which really covered his entire body.

Simon laughed with a snort, and tugged at his sleeve: "Why, this is, let others think I'm bullying you, right? So many things are dead, how do you take them yourself? You wait for me here, I'll go to the cafeteria Get some food, and I'll be back right away. Just put the things away, and we'll take them back together."

After speaking, he felt uneasy. He had to watch Ivan take out the watch and bring it to his hand.

"Don't take off your watch again, I can't even contact you!"

Ivan let out an "oh", and followed Simon to the door of the library with his things, and sat down on the high stone steps to wait for him to come back.

When the sun was setting, looking down from the stone steps, you could see most of the military academy.

In the cafeteria not far to the north, students who had just had a good meal walked out in twos and threes.In the medical school in the south, students in white coats came in and out sparsely, and occasionally a few sergeants with minor injuries could be seen entering.Further to the west, half of the orange-red sun is hidden in the distant mountains.Every leaf on the mountain is shining with the color of light.

On the training ground directly opposite, students in military uniforms are competing.

Although the figure of the person cannot be seen clearly, the unique two-bar and one-star badge appears and disappears from time to time.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of the surrounding Alphas cheering.

If you listen more carefully, what comes to your ears seems to be mixed with shy discussions and some unbearable private conversations.

The boy sitting on the stone steps had blushed and pointed ears.He quickly shook his furry head, dulling his senses, and those blue eyes also looked away dodgingly.

But those voices of discussion, as if they couldn't be driven away, kept lingering in his ears.

"The major is so handsome, I really want to have sex with him!"

"Oh, me too, I really want him to push me on the bed, kiss me, and hug me again! It's so awesome!"

Especially the words "kiss me" and "hug me", as if some switch was pressed, and the memories of that night swept back like a flood.

Monsieur . . . even though he looked stern and terrible, threw him and wounded him all over.But when holding him, it seemed extra soft.

Ivan moved the tip of his nose, not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he smelled the bird of paradise hundreds of meters away. The smell was as clear as the night when we first saw it.

For several days in a row, Ivan went to class when there was class, and hid in the room to read paintings and calligraphy when there was no class.

The watch is usually worn by Simon when he needs to contact him, and he should try not to keep it with him at other times.But since Wristie had a conversation with him last time, he never had any self-awareness, and his uneasy heart finally fell back into his stomach.

With his efforts, the half-person-high canvas was finally sketched out.

Over the years, he has learned from others and formed his own style.

His paintings have always highlighted the sense of light and darkness and space, and the details have been handled to the extreme.After all, anyone who specializes in painting for hundreds of years can become a master.What's more, he was selected by the Medici family to have a talent for painting and focus on training.

He looked at the half-finished painting and pondered deeply.

In fact, the portrait of the gentleman from the Conducting Academy has already been completed.But this is only a first draft. After all, when Mr. Da Vinci painted the "Mona Lisa", he painted it for many years, and the drafts were laid layer after layer.

The person in the painting holds four books in his hands.Under the light and shadow, you can see his distinct fingers.Further up, there is a camouflage military uniform, each button is extremely detailed, and even the needlework holes and army green cotton threads on the buttons are clearly drawn.

On his left chest is the badge that he brought back to the dormitory.From the badge, you can even see tiny scratched fine lines.

He unbuttoned the collar with two buttons and turned it over naturally, revealing the honey-colored neck inside.The young man's brushstrokes were exquisite, and when he got close, he could even see the light fluff on the man's neck, as well as the textured texture under the skin.

Ivan moved closer to see if the previous ink had dried.

The paint here is very novel, much like the new oil paint developed by humans in the late 19th century: acrylic paint, which has the same quick-drying function.But it feels the same as oil paint when used.

The little vampire lay down on the painting and sniffed the painting lightly with the tip of his nose, wanting to make sure if he could still smell the water vapor in the painting.But it was a coincidence that the tip of his nose was right in the neck of the man in the painting whose collar was half open.

Although it wasn't the first time he was so close to a man, but last time his attention was attracted by the blood vessels under the skin, and there was no time to think about anything else.Suddenly approaching now, the long eyelashes almost touched the shadow of the man's neck, looking at the slightly protruding collarbone at the collar, the little vampire suddenly blushed.

He clearly remembered that just behind the neck, there was a strong bird-of-paradise fragrance.

These days, he has been reading books on the history of this world, and has a general understanding of this ABO world.

When I met that gentleman for the first time, I only thought that the strong bird-of-paradise smell was his perfume, but now I know that it is the fragrance of Alpha pheromone.Thinking of how long I sniffed at the man's glands, I almost bit down on it...

The little vampire's face was burning hot, and he wished he could go back and knock himself out at that time.

Just as he was annoyed, there was a knock on the door suddenly, and Simon's vague voice came: "Fanfan, what are you doing? The dormitory teacher said that there is your video call downstairs, go to the reception room to check! It must be your father who misses you La!"

Then I heard the sound of the doorknob turning, and the door slowly opened a thin crack...

The author has something to say: Carey: finally enlightened?not easy not easy

Ivan: It’s not that I don’t have it, I already knew it… I’m over 400 years old, not a kid QAQ [Show soft little fangs]

Note:

1. Regarding oil painting, I consulted professional oil painters and said that it is optional to use a pencil as a primer.Because when I went to draw by myself, the young lady who taught painting asked me to use a pencil to make a base first, so I mistakenly thought that beginners had to make a base.But it feels ok to write like this, so I haven’t changed it.

2. Regarding the texture of the painting, it is not an exaggeration, it is true.In order to draw a good picture, Mr. Leonardo Da Vinci specially studied anatomy.