He Yuzhu came from Tang Yun’s house last night.

Don't get me wrong, he did nothing and slept in the guest room.

It’s not that he is passionate about love, but that he is convenient for guiding Tang Yun’s paintings.

After He Yuzhu's targeted guidance, Tang Yun's painting skills are in a difficult period of transformation. After this step is successfully passed, that is, the sky is wide and the sea is wide, and he has entered the world;

If you can't overcome it, you will be just a painter in your life and will not have the chance to enter the master's territory.

"Teacher, this is the painting I have improved based on your opinions these days. Please give me some advice."

After breakfast, Tang Yun took He Yuzhu to the studio, uncovered the gauze to reveal his proud work that he had carefully prepared for a week, waiting for He Yuzhu's praise.

This is a landscape painting, which is a ginkgo tree.

On the left side of the flat ground, three tall ginkgo trees are as thick as millstones, standing lushly in the sky, blocking the brilliant sunshine and woven a peaceful world for the earth.

Quiet,

serene.

This was the only impression that Tang Yun's painting gave He Yuzhu, and he frowned unconsciously.

Tang Yun was paying attention to his expression and suddenly became nervous, "Teacher, is there anything wrong with it?"

This painting was a proud work she had carefully prepared for a week, and she also thought it was her most peak work at present. She showed it to He Yuzhu, but she had more thoughts on showing off and less thoughts on asking for guidance.

But He Yuzhu's frown made her realize that her painting was not as good as she felt, and she felt nervous.

"Xiaoyun, do you want to hear the truth or be polite? You have to be mentally prepared, the truth will be very unpleasant."

He Yuzhu sighed, Tang Yun was getting further and further on the wrong road.

Tang Yun was stunned. This was the first time the teacher talked to him so seriously.

Could it be that this "Ginkgo" is not only not that good, but is worse than before?

Tang Yun's most persistent life is to go further in painting. He Yuzhu's words were no different from bolts in her ears. Her mind was blank for a long time before it started restarting. She bit her lip and said:

"Teacher, I want to hear you tell the truth, the more true the better!"

He Yuzhu looked at her bright eyes and nodded with relief. It was not scary to take detours, but what was scary was losing the belief of getting up after falling down.

Tang Yun is still saved.

He Yuzhu pointed to "Ginkgo" and said, "Xiaoyun, in my opinion, whether it is painting or writing, it is actually a kind of creation. We are creating life, building the world we want to show in painting and words, right?"

"The teacher is right."

Tang Yun nodded silently, literature and painting are both called creation. Since it is creation, it is from nothing to something, and it is the first light to create the world.

"Since you know this truth, you should also know that when your painting is completed, it should be a life, it should be a ‘person’, it has its own joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

And I didn't feel this emotion in your painting, it was just a better photo taken."

"If paintings are just simple reproductions, what do we painters need to do? The camera is ten thousand times better than us!"

He Yuzhu's voice was not loud, but in the quiet studio it was like a muffled thunder among the dark clouds, rumbling and echoing in Tang Yun's ears.

"My paintings have no life?"

Tang Yun looked up at "Ginkgo" and smiled bitterly. After He Yuzhu's guidance, she realized that the technique she had always been proud of before was just a clown.

At best, "Ginkgo" is in the real world where beautiful scenery is everywhere, and it just takes a look at a beautiful scenery.

You are just a recorder, not a creator. Creation can give your work a soul, and records are nothing more than dead objects.

"Why, why is this happening?"

The blow Tang Yun suffered now is like a computer major. She has been practicing her skills for four years. She thought that she could kill all over the world to marry a rich and beautiful woman after leaving society. But she didn't know that she couldn't even find a job and would be ridiculed: Adults, times have changed, and the one you learned is a pile of waste paper.

Her face turned pale, her body shivered, and she couldn't even stand, so she staggered back. Fortunately, He Yuzhu hid behind her in time and hugged her.

"teacher!"

Seeing He Yuzhu, Tang Yun's eyes once again shone.

At this time, He Yuzhu was in her heart the dawn that broke through the fog in the dark sky, so dazzling.

The flame of hope ignited in her heart again. Since the teacher can point out her problems, she should also be able to guide herself out of this predicament.

"Teacher, what should I do? Can you teach me and teach me?"

Tang Yun held He Yuzhu's hand and begged, like a wounded deer. Her pretty appearance made He Yuzhu feel very pity for her. She couldn't bear to let her suffer, so she began to give her guidance.

"Xiaoyun, I watched all your paintings. I miss you so much that you have never painted something that is emotional or something that has a bad view, such as war, actions, and sex."

"What you draw most are scenery or still characters, and you will also take a story from classical scripts and draw it.

This is a rare advantage in the impetuous modern era, which makes you far ahead of your peers of the same age, but it also limits you, something like drawing a yard to become a prison."

"My strengths are also my weaknesses?" Tang Yun looked at He Yuzhu incomprehensible.

"That's right! I remember the first section of the performance class was to let students learn to learn to reptile, bark, act madman, etc., so that students can liberate their nature, because only an open mind can truly understand everything in this world equally, and then perform.

The same should be true for painting.

Because you like quietness by nature, you hate impetuous things from the bottom of your heart. But don’t forget that the most beautiful sunshine is always the first ray of dawn that pierces the first ray of dawn, and the greatest touch of spring is the goose yellow bud when the ice and snow first melt.

Only by touching the deepest sorrow can you play the ultimate sound that resounds throughout the world.

If you don’t experience suffering or understand dirty things, how can you know what the real beauty is? What you understand is superficial and superficial. The things you draw are naturally just a shell, a soulless walking corpse.”

He Yuzhu stripped the cocoon and analyzed it to Tang Yun in a thread. Tang Yun kept nodding, and then he found that the teacher was even more handsome at this time, with a particularly charming aura spreading out from him, causing him to be poisoned by him without realizing it.

"Teacher~"

Tang Yun murmured unconsciously, and the sound was like using soft goose feathers to touch the tenderest part of his heart. The numb and numb feeling made He Yuzhu at a loss and had to continue speaking.

"To sum up, Xiaoyun, what you are improving now is not painting skills, but understanding of beauty. The specific measure is to do three things that you used to want to do but were told by reason that you could not do.

Burn, burn every trace of reason with the flame of desire. When reason is burned, when the flame is extinguished, it is the moment when you are reborn in the fire. Only then will the things you write will have a soul."

"I used to want to do something that I really wanted to do but was told by reason that I could not do..."

Tang Yun repeated He Yuzhu's words, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He Yuzhu didn't know the crisis was coming, so he nodded and said, "Yes, just do what you want to do the most but dare not do... Ah Xiaoyun, you..."

"Teacher, I want to do it with you. What I want to do most now is to wake up with you every day and let that Biaozi drool..."

Tang Yun grabbed his gauze skirt with his left hand, pulled it off, threw it aside, and rushed towards He Yuzhu.

"Teacher, I actually didn't tell you that the most satisfying painting I have painted these days is not "Ginkgo" but your portrait... Please give me the soul of painting."

Tang Yun hugged He Yuzhu hard, preventing him from escaping.

He Yuzhu was trembling, he wanted to cry, but she wanted to tell everyone that the tutor could not do it and that he should be cautious when entering the industry.
Chapter completed!