Wednesday is a day that transitions from more classes to less classes, five days a week. As long as this day passes, the time for rest is getting closer and closer.
Tang Zhixi's Wednesday also changed.
They are no longer in class.
Instead, after breakfast, we were taken to the art building to experience the life of a student with special talents.
Students with special talents start preparing for the art exam at the end of the year after they enter the third year of high school, so they no longer take cultural classes very often.
Today's arrangement is that they will follow art students in the morning and music students in the afternoon.
Tomorrow it will be dance and sports.
The eight of them were no longer separated, but eight of them entered the same classroom.
It is obvious that there is a difference in dress between the art students and the cultural students.
Although they are all wearing school uniforms, art students obviously have some artistic temperament in them.
Moreover, one of the most obvious characteristics of students who specialize in art is that their clothes are all covered with watercolors.
The eight of them entered the classroom, and the teacher gave them a brief introduction and asked them to sit at the easels that had been arranged earlier.
The students in this classroom just stopped to listen and clapped when the teacher introduced, and then they all picked up their pens and started drawing.
When walking into the classroom, Tang Zhixi was at the end of the group, but the other few people walked to the back and did not sit down, but were waiting for Tang Zhixi.
Fu Xue was originally very happy to have a new environment, but when she saw them all acting like this, the smile on her face suddenly froze. But then she immediately started laughing, and she didn't move along with everyone else.
Tang Zhixi walked to the back and glanced at them. The expression on her face did not change much. It was as if she just glanced at them, and then she found a seat and sat down.
After she sat down, the other seven followed her.
Wei Xingmian sat on Tang Zhixi's right, and Duan Nian sat on her left.
Seeing that there was no room on either side of her, Yue Guyuan sat behind her on the left, and Fu Xue sat behind her on the right.
The main task for students to practice today is sketching a bust with hands. It should be a task that was just assigned today, and most students are still drafting it.
After the eight of them sat down, they all looked at the copy material in their hands, and then looked at the students in front who were all painting.
The whole classroom was filled with the sound of fingertips rubbing paper.
After a while, the teacher walked around the class, walked over, looked at them, and lowered his voice and said, "Have you learned this before?"
A few boys shook their heads. Wei Xingmian said: "The normal university I went to has a course on simple drawing, does it count?"
The teacher smiled and said, "It counts."
Fu Xue said: "I learned it when I was a child, but after I learned the pipa, I threw it away."
The teacher watched her draw a frame on the paper with a pen, looked at it for a while and said, "Yes, she has a good sense of frame proportions."
Fu Xue smiled at her: "My hand is raw."
The teacher has long black wavy hair and wears a modified cheongsam skirt. She looks very ordinary, not beautiful or stunning.
But the gentleness, intellectuality, and rich connotation from the inside out are very attractive.
"It's already very good." After the teacher finished speaking, he looked at Yue Guyuan next to Fu Xue.
Yue Guyuan was very professional from the beginning. The teacher raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Have you studied?"
"Yeah." Yue Guyuan said, "My grandma is a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts."
Everyone: "."
Teacher: "It turns out that I have been taught since I was a child."
"That's right." Yue Guyuan said.
The teacher looked at other people's paintings again and saw that none of them had finished writing, so he said: "Today's task is to copy the materials you have at hand. The time limit is three hours."
"Three hours?" one of the boys said.
"Well, the art test lasts for three hours." The teacher raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. "It is now eight eleven, and the time will start from now on. Since everyone has not learned anything before, everyone can play freely.
.Art has no specific definition, but you can use the pen in your hand to give definition to your work."
After the teacher finished speaking, he paused and said: "However, this is copying. Don't be too unimaginative. Okay, let's draw."
After the teacher left, Wei Xingmian moved the easel and bench to Tang Zhixi: "Tang Zhixi, have you ever studied?"
"I have learned a little bit." Tang Zhixi took the knife and slowly sharpened the pencil.
Jing Yanbai once discovered many of her hobbies, and painting was one of them. He hired a teacher specifically for her. She systematically learned sketching, sketching, and watercolor.
I don’t know if she had any foundation before, but she learned many things very quickly.
So when she later studied fashion design by herself, she was able to learn it more easily because she had the basic skills of painting. As for jewelry design, she could only learn it in conjunction with it.
Duan Nian couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard the two of them chatting, especially when he heard Tang Zhixi say the word "one point".
The chief designer of Yunyi Nishang must have excellent basic painting skills.
"I studied a little bit when I was a child," Duan Nian said, "but after half a year of studying, the teacher refunded my tuition fees to my mother, plus an extra five hundred, and said he would let me go home."
Duan Nian was born and raised in Imperial Capital and comes from a very good family. He must have learned a lot since he was a child and needs to develop in many aspects.
Tang Zhixi listened to what he said and glanced at him: "."
Wei Xingmian clearly laughed out loud.
Duan Nian: "." He is also a movie king after all, and can be considered a giant in the entertainment industry. This stinky girl is so obvious in his ridicule.
Do you want to hang out?
Tang Zhixi ignored the grievances and resentments between the two of them. After repairing the tip of the pencil, she looked at the copying materials on the side.
After looking at it for a few seconds, she put the material aside, put pen to paper on the sketch paper, and began to outline.
More than an hour later, the teacher came and walked around behind them. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw the things they drew.
One of the boys drew a head like a braised egg
For a moment she admired how he drew it so round.
There were also paintings of characters that looked like praying mantises. She thought those were not hands, but a five-pronged fork meant to slay demons.
There is also a head that is completely blackened, leaving four very round holes on the face. Judging from the position, they are the nose, eyes and mouth.
Anyway, for her, a teacher with nearly ten years of teaching experience, this place was the scene of a major car accident.
Fortunately, these were not her students, otherwise she would have had a cerebral hemorrhage looking at these things.
But fortunately, the one in front is better.
Fu Xue's semi-finished product has some problems with proportions and the relationship between black, white and gray. If a non-professional can see it, it's pretty good.
After all, I haven’t studied for too long, so it’s already pretty good to be able to draw like this.
Yue Guyuan's painting. Just looking at the painting itself, it can be said that it is a very good painting. It is better than some students in this class.
But he is not completely copying the material. The outline of the figure and the facial features that have appeared are somewhat different from the material, but they are not very obvious.
The teacher stood behind him and watched for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Tang Zhixi.
The characters drawn by Yue Guyuan are more like two characters superimposed on each other.
Find the corresponding points and the two characters can be separated.
One is the material character, and the other is what Tang Zhixi looks like.
But at first glance, when two people are stacked on top of each other, they look like strangers and look nothing like anyone else.
He hid a girl in his painting.
The teacher looked at it for a while, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He glanced at Yue Guyuan, who was nineteen years old.
She didn't stay any longer and walked behind Tang Zhixi again.
What Tang Zhixi drew was not the character in the material. She drew very quickly, and the preliminary image had already been drawn.
He is a man who looks to be in his twenties. Although he is only half-length, it can be seen that his body proportions are very good.
The head, neck, shoulders, arms, hands, every part can be called perfect.
And that face, thin lips, and narrow eyes are all very detailed. Even this painting is only in black and white.
But I can also feel the coquettishness of men,
The man in the painting is wearing a black shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, exposing his collarbone.
There is an inexplicable feeling of abstinence and charm.
It's just a preliminary image painting. If there are no problems with the subsequent shadows, light, etc., this will definitely be a high-scoring painting in the art test.
"Is this a real person or imaginary?" the teacher suddenly said.
As soon as the teacher spoke, everyone around Tang Zhixi raised their eyes and looked over.
When Duan Nian saw that the person in the painting was Ye Hanzhi, a moment of speechlessness flashed across his face: "."
Wei Xingmian also met Ye Hanzhi on the set. He looked at the painting and then at Tang Zhixi. Then he looked like his suspicion had been verified.
Sure enough, you two are together. Her cp is not in vain.
But this is what she said about having learned a little bit? Isn’t it a bit bullying?
When Yue Guyuan looked over, he was stunned for a moment. It was him. It was the man he had seen at the entrance of the Pharmaceutical Preparation Research Institute.
When I draw him, do I like him? Or do I regard him as an idol?
How did they meet?
He heard his grandfather say that that man was excellent
Yue Guyuan looked at the painting and fell into deep thought, while Fu Xue's eyes trembled when he looked at it.
Not only because Tang Zhixi's sketches were so good, but also because of the man he drew.
The man who made her fall in love at the first sight.
Is it really this man who called her at night?
That was the Ye family of the Imperial Capital. Even she thought that she was matched with Ye Hanzhi. She was a wild girl from Hanqing Village. Why? How dare she?
Tang Zhixi did not directly answer the teacher's question, but said: "Just draw it casually."
The teacher heard her answer and glanced at her. Then he smiled.
It should be real, after all, a face like Tang Zhixi can exist. Only a man like the one in the painting can match her appearance.
Just as the teacher was about to speak again, there was a gentle knock on the front door twice.
Everyone in the class looked over.
I saw the director of the specialty class standing at the door. He greeted the teacher and then said, "Everyone, please pack your things and go to the auditorium."
Tang Zhixi just watched from behind. After the director finished speaking, everyone in the classroom seemed to have their necks stretched out.
My ears seemed to be open.
The director continued: "Thanks to the program team's favor, the program team invited Yan Qi, the founder of Doanjing, to come over. There will be a lecture on jewelry design."
Tang Zhixi: "."
"Wow!!!" The classroom suddenly erupted. There were not only screams, but also the sounds of stamping feet, clapping, and even the sound of books being slapped on the ground.
The director patted the door and asked everyone to be quiet: "Be quiet. If you want to learn more about design in the future, this is a very rare opportunity. Move quickly and go to the auditorium in an orderly manner. Don't let people wait."
Although this chapter is a bit long, there is another chapter in the works.
While writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my sister drew a sketch for me and asked me to sit and act as a model for her.
But it took too long and I fell asleep while sitting.