Zhou Peng is single now, otherwise he would not be so enthusiastic about hunting for women.
Compared to Chen Xing, he always felt that he was very dedicated.
College students have begun to return to school. If nearby college students have free time and are not addicted to games, many of them will choose to come here to see and take photos of the peach blossoms that only bloom once a year.
Most of these students are girls.
Zhou Peng didn't go very far before his eyes were dazzled. He slowed down and waited for Chen Xing to come over and ask.
"There are so many beauties here."
Chen Xing shrugged: "This is Rongcheng after all."
There are many universities near Longquan. Sichuan University and Sichuan Normal University both have campuses here, as well as Tourism University, Chengmei University and so on... Chen Xing would like to know if all the majors studied at Sichuan Tourism University are related to tourism.
Is it inappropriate to be a tour guide when you are already a college student?
It's not like Chen Xing and Zhou Peng graduated from technical colleges.
Not to mention this, anyway, these schools have provided Longquan with a large number of young girls, including many art students.
On the hillside, Chen Xing saw many art students setting up easels to depict the scenery of the peach forests in these mountains. This made Chen Xing feel a little itchy. He trotted to Zhou Peng in front and said, "You go shopping by yourself first.
Call me later."
The boy didn't even look back, he looked at the viewfinder and said, "Okay, let's find each other, and let's see who has the prettiest girl when we have lunch later."
"I stopped doing this a long time ago, it's childish."
Zhou Peng then turned around and said in a strange tone: "Yes, yes, it's amazing to have a girlfriend..."
Chen Xing rolled his eyes at him and turned back, all the way back to the car.
There are paints, canvas easels, and painting equipment in the trunk. He has long had the idea to paint a picture. He had this idea when he first acquired painting skills in Norway, but after returning home, he was too lazy to do this.
The thought faded away.
Now when I see others painting, that feeling comes back to me.
Carrying the easel, Chen Xing also ran towards the hilltop on the left.
The peach blossoms in Longquan Mountain have many hills, rising and falling together, making the red and pink peach blossoms stretch for thousands of miles, which looks very beautiful. But since there are ups and downs, whether it is painting or photography, as long as you do not take close-up shots, then find a
Good composition is very important.
Chen Xing has long formed a habit. When taking photos just now, he knew the best location with just a few glances.
But since everyone is studying art and composition, as long as there are more art students here, every good seat will be occupied. When Chen Xing came here, this place was already sparsely occupied by many painting students.
There are also a few photographers who find this location to take pictures.
Many people say that whether they are in parks in their own cities or traveling, they rarely encounter painters who come to sketch, especially such groups of art students... But if you need to urinate urgently when you are visiting the park,
, walked towards the depths of the lawn, and then pulled out the deep leaves.
Hey!
At this time you will find that there are many pairs of eyes looking at you.
Chen Xing also enjoyed such a look when he came over. Someone showed a soft expression after seeing the equipment on Chen Xing's body and said: "I came just now. The sun is shining today. It may not be easy to observe if you come late.
"
"Haha, it's a little late, but I just need to draw the scenery in my mind."
Chen Xing opened the bench and shelves while talking to this person.
He is not an art student who specializes in painting. If he wanted to record the scenery at this moment, Chen Xing must have taken out his camera and clicked it. The photos taken by his camera will definitely be able to see precise details when enlarged many times.
Painting this thing, for him, is to depict the picture in his mind or heart.
A few girls didn't pay attention to Chen Xing's paintings. They only saw his face, and then they whispered to each other. They all seemed to be acquaintances.
Chen Xing was looking for colors when he suddenly sighed softly.
Having good hearing is sometimes inconvenient. He always feels shy when he hears other people complimenting himself.
A few minutes later, the corner became quiet again. Everyone was focusing on the distant scenery and the paintings under their hands. The sound of the wind rustling the peach trees was particularly nice and made people more focused. Occasionally, something flew by before their eyes.
A few leaves make this place even more romantic.
The voices of tourists came from behind or down the mountain, but they had no impact.
Time passed little by little.
One of them put away the brush and stretched. Seeing that many people were still painting, she put down the brush, got up and walked over to her friend to see the progress of the painting.
"Are you almost finished painting?"
"ah?"
Fortunately, she was frightened and leaned back a bit, and subconsciously moved her hands away from the painting. Otherwise, the painting that took half a day to complete would definitely be destroyed.
"You scared me to death."
"Haha, I'm sorry. I think yours is about the same. Let's go eat. We're starving."
"Are you going to see Lu Lan and the others?"
The girl's footsteps were very clear in the silent forest. Everyone looked at them, their eyes lingering on the most beautiful girl for a while... To some extent, those who study art value appearance more than ordinary people. When they meet
I want to look at anything beautiful twice.
Chen Xing is no exception.
And when he heard others say he was hungry, Chen Xing felt that he was hungry too, and he didn't eat anything in the morning.
I checked the time and then looked at my drawing.
Well, that's almost it.
Professional oil painting requires the use of canvas, but temporary sketching like today uses a kind of paper called oil painting paper, which is made of thick cardboard with a layer of linen glued on it. This is the same kind used by Chen Xing, outdoors.
The environment was also very windy, so I was almost done as soon as I started writing.
He also started collecting equipment.
The girls who were wandering around saw Chen Xing's movements and came over.
"Oh, handsome boy, you draw so well. Are you beautiful?"
"Thank you for the compliment. Are you from Chengmei or Chuanmei?"
"Of course it's Chengmei in Rongcheng. Sichuan Beauty is over in Shancheng. It seems that you, handsome guy, are no longer our alumnus."
"The Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts is in the mountain city?" Chen Xing was stunned for a moment.
He doesn't know this yet.
"Yes, in the mountain city, there are only Sichuan University Academy of Fine Arts and Sichuan Yinmei in Chengcheng. The others are relatively average. Handsome, do you specialize in oil painting?"
"I...I'm okay. By the way, my name is Chen Xing. Just call me by my name."
"My name is Pei Yinghong, and the three over there are my roommates. We are all from the School of Fine Arts of Sichuan University. You probably haven't eaten either, right? Let's go to Shanquan Town over there to have something to eat?"
Chen Xing's cell phone also rang at this time.
Zhou Peng was probably tired of shopping, so he was also looking for him to have lunch.
