"What are you drawing? It looks like a primary school student's graffiti."
Qiu Yuan's instructor stood behind Qiu Yuan and said with a smile.
"I don't know, it's probably just graffiti." Qiu Yuan's response caused a burst of laughter from the students in the studio. Some students got behind Qiu Yuan and started to cheer.
"Touko, do you have enough paint?" someone asked.
"These lines become a work of art when you paint them randomly! It's really yours! Qiuyuan!"
"Yes Yes."
Qiu Yuan dealt with the booing from the classmates behind him, but still focused on the creation of the painting in front of him.
The "opportunity to create world-class paintings" given by the system was activated by Qiu Yuan. Now Qiu Yuan feels that his whole body is full of inspiration, and his arms are swaying paint on the paper as if being held by the god of painting!
The Impressionist painting Qiu Yuan chose was "Starry Sky" by the famous master Van Gogh in his previous life, which can also be called "Starry Night".
When Qiu Yuan is halfway through his creation, to outsiders, it seems to be just a bunch of ordinary and ordinary lines, just random drawn lines.
But Qiuyuan knew that he was creating a beautiful picture that could shock the world!
Without systematic support, Qiu Yuan would not have been able to copy "Starry Sky" no matter how advanced his painting skills were, because a slight color difference in the artwork would make the entire work lose its charm.
No matter how much the fake looks like the original, it will always be a fake, not to mention that Qiu Yuan is now copying it based on the impression in his memory, so it is possible that the painting is not "Starry Sky" but "Colorful Mud Field".
But with the guarantee of the creation of "world-class paintings", what Qiu Yuan is painting now is the real work! Grandpa Van Gogh possessed Qiu Yuan's hand and forcibly painted the perfect "Starry Sky"!
It took a while to create the painting, and it wasn't until noon that Qiu Yuan finished the painting. By the time the painting was finished, all the painter's classmates and teachers had gone to have lunch.
"Cool!"
Qiu Yuan stretched out and looked at the "Starry Sky" he had just painted. Grandpa Van Gogh was really one of the few painters who could allow normal people to appreciate the beauty of art.
I don’t know why so many people didn’t think highly of him during his lifetime.
This feeling of completing a work when inspiration bursts out is almost like opening up any two channels.
"Just use this one to submit for review." Qiu Yuan carefully picked up the drawing board. Before he could stand up from his seat, a girl's voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Your paintings are beautiful."
"Holy shit!"
Qiu Yuan was so frightened that he almost smashed his "Starry Sky" worth hundreds of millions.
A series of thoughts disappeared until Qiu Yuan turned around and saw Lin Wanxiang sitting behind him at some point...
Lin Wanxiang found a chair and sat behind Qiu Yuan, staring at it for who knows how long. She dragged her chin and looked dazed. She seemed to be still immersed in the beauty of "Starry Sky".
"Did it scare you?" she asked Qiu Yuan in a soft voice.
"I'm scared. Next time, please don't speak suddenly behind other people's backs."
Qiu Yuan actually wanted to ask, 'Sister, are you a ghost? You can sneak up behind others and spit out cold air!'
"I will pay attention, but have you decided what your work will be called?" She kept staring at the painting in Qiu Yuan's hand, and her yearning eyes wanted to get into the painting in Qiu Yuan's hand.
"Starry Sky." Qiu Yuan didn't hide it. Anyway, everyone in the school knew what this painting was called.
"Starry sky, starry sky, the colors are really beautiful, there is a feeling that I can't describe, you..." She kept mumbling the name of the painting, and then she was stunned when she wanted to say Qiu Yuan's name.
I've been in the same class with you for two fucking years, and you don't even remember my name? Sister...do I have such a low sense of existence?
"Qiu Yuan." Qiu Yuan said speechlessly.
"Qiu Yuan, how did you come up with the idea of painting this painting, and where did the inspiration come from? Can you tell me, and I want to know more about it."
Lin Wanxiang seemed to be possessed. When Qiu Yuan raised the painting, she also stood up. Her eyes wanted to eat Qiu Yuan alive.
How did you come up with it? Does what Grandpa Van Gogh told me in a dream count? He even came up to me and helped me paint!
"Just...think about it." Of course Qiu Yuan would not give these nonsense reasons, but Lin Wanxiang didn't look like she was going to give up. Qiu Yuan kept retreating, and she kept walking forward.
Girl, what kind of girl do you want to be? A man and a woman can accept each other but not kiss each other! If you come near me again, I will scream!
When Qiu Yuan almost shouted, Zhao Hanwei's voice suddenly came from the door.
"Touko, it's time for lunch!"
"I'm coming!"
Qiu Yuan really wanted to kiss Zhao Hanwei now, so Qiu Yuan immediately ran out of the studio holding "Starry Sky" in his arms.
"Yuanzi, are you interested in Wanxiang girl again?" Zhao Hanwei asked worriedly on the way.
Am I interested in her? She wants to rape me, okay? You don’t even try to comfort your roommate!
"No interest, what's wrong with her?" Qiu Yuan asked.
One amazing thing about Zhao Hanwei is that he knows most of the girls in this university, and they are relatively familiar with them. Every time Qiu Yuan wants to pursue that girl, he will tell Qiu Yuan the advantages and disadvantages of these girls in a sincere and sincere way.
But after saying that, it’s always, ‘Give up, you can’t catch me with your qualifications!’
"She seems to have a boyfriend. I heard he's her childhood sweetheart, and she's also very difficult to get along with, so Tooko."
"I know, I know! I give up. Come with me to the art exhibition hall first. The painting I am participating in is ready." Qiu Yuan said.
"The painting is done, let me take a look..." Zhao Hanwei glanced at the "Starry Sky" in Qiu Yuan's hand. "It's a bit nice, but it still feels like graffiti, but the counselor should let you pass."
Zhao Hanwei is the kind of student who just messes around with diplomas. The paintings he exhibits are all "arts" painted casually, so he also understands Qiu Yuan's casual attitude.
I just don’t know how much this random “Starry Night” will be worth when the judges come.
