108. Student B who is better than special soldiers 18
Later, when Liu Tao asked Fatty this question again, Fatty replied that he would rather stay in the classroom and sleep than learn any art.
The reasons are, firstly: it is true that art students go out to sketch, but the place they go to is either a street stall on the roadside or the park next to the school. And every time they go out to sketch, they are either facing the scorching sun or the cold wind.
In that cold weather, I had to stand in a park with a cold wind, holding a pencil in my hand to sketch. This kind of pain is unbearable.
Second: In the past, Fatty only heard that those who studied art were all beautiful female classmates, but later, he discovered that this was simply a lie. There were more than thirty female classmates in the class, and none of them could be called beautiful.
1. Feeling: Those beautiful student girls do not study art because they are afraid of getting dirty. Whether it is gouache paint or pencil sawdust, their beautiful clothes will be stained easily. Therefore, the female classmates in Liu Tao's class
It's either the kind of horrible-looking dinosaur, or the kind of fierce woman whose body is stronger than a fat man.
"Grandma's painting is finally done." After just one class, the fat man stretched out with satisfaction and announced that his work was completed.
Hearing Fatty's words, Liu Tao looked at Fatty's drawing board as usual. The person in the drawing was indeed the same person, but it had absolutely nothing to do with the old lady who was the subject of the drawing. There was no major mistake.
What's strange is that the portrait of the character drawn by the fat man does not have three eyes or two noses.
Liu Tao stared at Fatty's drawing board in confusion for a while, still unable to make any sense. After being silent for a while, he gave Fatty a comment: "Fatty, why do I feel that this thing you drew looks a bit like a grass and mud horse?"
"Taozi, you can insult my people, but you are not allowed to insult my paintings."
"I really didn't mean to insult your painting. It's your painting that insulted my eyes. How about we burn it? I feel heartbroken when I look at it." Liu Tao said with a painful expression on his face.
"Go, go, you don't understand art, have you heard of Van Gogh?"
"Uh..." Liu Tao was ashamed.
"What I paint has elements of Van Gogh in it."
"What element is it?"
"Of course it's an element that most people can't understand." The fat man said with emotion, and then he took it upon himself to put a little beauty mark under the mouth of the character sketch.
"Hey, I understand your finishing touch."
"Um, really?"
"Of course, but I don't understand why you added a fly to the portrait of this old lady?"