An Xiaqing murmured in her heart as she listened to Guan Lang's tone of voice.
Ordinary people usually draw casually with pencils when they feel interested. Those who develop a hobby may buy a digital tablet.
But those who draw with a digital screen worth at least several thousand dollars are probably the only ones who make a living in this industry.
After all, the thing is heavy and difficult to carry, and my skills are not up to a certain level. There is not much difference between using a tablet and a digital screen.
On the contrary, it may even be that the performance of the digital screen is so good that some shortcomings are constantly exposed and magnified.
An Xiaqing himself also has the habit of board painting, so he has a certain understanding of the equipment.
But it’s not necessarily true. We can’t rule out that the other person is a newbie with too much money and nowhere to spend it.
An Xiaqing led the two of them to two empty tables.
On it were a stack of octavo drawing paper and two bags of eighty-color markers and line pens of different thicknesses.
Guan Lang sat down, opened the pencil case, picked up the color card inside, and looked at it a few times.
This bag of markers should be a series used for drawing buildings. Guan Lang thought to himself.
The two of them happened to be sitting close to the window, and looking out the window, they could have a panoramic view of the scenery.
The sun was setting, half-hidden behind the experimental building in the distance, and the orange-brown sunlight shone on the artificial pool downstairs, reflecting the ripples of light like fish scales.
The time came by chance.
The better time to sketch is when the sun is rising or when the sun is setting, because these two time periods have the richest light levels.
Guan Lang stared at the scenery outside the window, capturing the overall composition of the picture.
Tang Tang, who was idle and bored at the side, also held a marker and colored randomly on the album.
The hand-drawn illustration agency also considered that there will be novices who cannot draw to experience hand-drawing, so it has prepared a lot of line drawing albums.
In the album, different positions are marked with the marker pen color numbers that need to be applied. You only need to apply them flatly and flatly according to the directions.
Tang Tang kept changing markers of different colors and was having a great time scribbling on the album.
Although she likes to see all kinds of beautiful illustrations, she is really slow in drawing and using colors. She usually draws very little. However, this kind of coloring training has allowed her to regain some of her skills in drawing.
of confidence.
An Xiaqing didn't go far, but stood aside and looked at the two of them. To be precise, he was observing Guan Lang.
There is no other meaning, just that a person who seems to be a big boss suddenly came here, and I am a little curious about his painting skills.
Several art clubs at Tiannan University often hold joint art exhibitions and exchange activities. Those Dalu are good at painting. People in each club basically know them, but Guan Lang doesn't seem to be in her mind.
She made up her mind that if this person had good drawing skills, she would definitely bring him to their illustration agency.
They currently have too few talented people in the illustration club. Every time they hold joint art exhibitions and exchanges, there are only a few works that can be used, which really makes her as the president lose her reputation.
Guan Lang roughly decided on the composition of the picture in his mind. After roughly testing the color of the marker on the white paper, he started writing directly on the drawing paper.
First, I used crisp and sharp outline strokes to determine the rough outline and relationship of the laboratory building in the distance.
Then I waved my wrist wildly and boldly, and started to quickly apply some large-scale background colors with a marker pen.
An Xiaqing on the side couldn't help but get closer.
A hint of joy appeared between her eyebrows. From the first stroke she saw of Guan Lang, she could feel that Guan Lang's level was not bad.
According to her experience, most of the people who are constrained in painting are novices who are cautious and those who can open and close the movements neatly are mostly good at it.
Sure enough, the clear architectural shapes emerging bit by bit on the drawing paper proved An Xiaqing's point of view.
Exact proportions!
The capture of hue is accurate!
The cold and stiff concrete texture of the building was also perfectly expressed, at least she couldn't see anything wrong with it.
An Xiaqing looked on the sidelines and became more and more surprised, and his inner evaluation of Guan Lang kept changing.
From first thinking that he should be a newbie, to thinking that his painting skills should be pretty good, to then sighing that he turned out to be really great, and planning to invite him to join their illustration club, An Xiaqing's emotions continued to surge like tidal waves.
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When Guan Lang finally finished his work and closed the cap of the marker pen, An Xia Qingxin was already convinced of Guan Lang's skill.
The invitation I was about to say was stuck in my throat.
This person shouldn't be a student of Tiannan University?
Must be a professional painter, right?
With such superb painting skills, he should be an original artist in a big company like Penguin or Pig Farm?
An Xiaqing convinced herself in her heart.
In fact, not many college students have such agile painting skills.
Although An Xiaqing's own level is average, his appreciation ability is not bad. Even among the students with the most solid foundation in the art department, there is inevitably a trace of craftsmanship in their works.
But there is no trace of rigidity in the work of the man in front of him. The details and lines are smart, and the overall picture is full of impact. From the part to the whole, it is impeccable. What is even more noteworthy is his efficiency in one go. This kind of painting technique seems to An Xiaqing
That’s the level of a professional original artist.
The most important thing is that such a nearly perfect work was drawn with only the simplest tools. An Xiaqing was shocked in her heart.
Tang Tang also heard the crisp sound of Guan Lang closing the pen cap, and turned to look at Guan Lang.
"Wow, senior, you've finished the painting?" Tang Tang glanced at the picture that he had painted less than half of, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"Senior, you are so awesome, your paintings are really similar!" Tang Tang's eyes kept moving between the picture outside the window and the drawing paper.
Senior An Xiaqing caught Tang Tang's name, his eyelids twitched, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then darkened.
Although this great god was a student of Tiannan University, which gave her some ideas, as the saying goes, a small temple cannot fit a giant Buddha. She, the president with the highest level of painting skills, was far behind the level of others.
How could it be possible for the other party to join a little-known club like theirs?
"If you like it so much, I'll give it to you." Guan Lang said, looking at Tang Tang who couldn't put it down while holding the drawing paper.
Suddenly Guan Lang thought of something and turned to look at An Xiaqing who was standing aside.
"Hello, can I take the paintings I painted here with me?"
"Of course." An Xiaqing nodded quickly after being called.
"Oh, thank you very much." Guan Lang smiled back.
"Senior, then I will also give you my painting." Tang Tang, who got his beloved painting, generously gave away his "proud work" in exchange for equal value.
Guan Lang looked at the children's graffiti handed over by Tang Tang with a bit of laughter: "Thank you then."
It's not too early.
The two people who finished their hand-drawing were also ready to leave the classroom.
At this moment, An Xiaqing finally plucked up the courage to walk to Guan Lang and said, "Wait a minute, excuse me."
"What do you think of our hand-drawing club?"
"Well" Guan Lang was a little confused when he was suddenly asked why he was suddenly asked to comment on their club.
"It's very good. The activity is quite interesting." Guan Lang used other people's materials to paint. He has a short mouth when eating others and short hands when taking others, so he naturally praised it.
"Then are you interested in joining our hand-painted illustration club?" An Xiaqing summoned up the courage to ask.
She stared at the great man in front of her with wide eyes, waiting for the other party's answer, feeling that her breathing was stagnant due to nervousness.
The other party seemed to be embarrassed by her hasty invitation and did not answer directly.
The scene fell into an awkward silence. Only Tang Tang, whose eyes had just left his beloved painting, did not understand what was going on, and his eyes jumped back and forth between the two of them.
An Xiaqing's expression seemed to become subtle as she stared at the great god in front of her, and her mood slowly fell to the bottom.
She knew that her invitation would most likely be rejected.
Sure enough, the other party's voice was like a gavel falling.