Seeing a group of people surrounding a little girl, Yu Jin could immediately feel that this little girl was something special.
Then he saw Dean Wu following the little girl, and this "not simple" feeling suddenly became stronger.
Is she the daughter of Dean Wu?
This idea was dismissed by Yu Jin as soon as it came up, because as all the students at Central America know, Dean Wu is still unmarried, and spends most of his time alone, and is in school during holidays.
There were even rumors that Dean Wu was a broken back.
Yu Jin's eyes passed over Dean Wu's face and moved to a young man walking next to Dean Wu. A sense of familiarity suddenly hit his face, and he immediately recognized the young man.
I'm going, why is Zhang Zhong here too?
This is the studio of the oil painting department.
Zhang Zhong has a friendship with Dean He Ruchu of the Department of Traditional Chinese Painting. Everyone knows about this matter. After all, the two paintings they collaborated on before can be found online. This matter once became a hot topic in CAFA.
But I haven’t heard of any connection between Zhang Zhong and oil painting.
All the thoughts and questions only existed in Yu Jin's mind for a few seconds. Wu Ziyun and the others had already entered the studio.
"Dean Wu, Zhang..." Yu Jin wanted to say hello to Zhang Zhong, but couldn't figure out how to address him.
It was Wu Ziyun who came to the rescue and said, "You Yu, I'll bring Teacher Xu and Teacher Zhang over to take a look. You can leave us alone and do whatever you have to do."
Yu Jin held the palette but did not move. He was just about to practice mixing colors, but when Wu Ziyun and Mr. Zhang were staring at him, he suddenly forgot what he was going to do.
The little junior sister not far away from him also saw Wu Ziyun and the others, and came up to say hello sweetly.
"Dean Wu, Teacher Zhang, hello."
"Well, just be casual, let's take a look and then go." Wu Ziyun looked at the girl's drawing board again, "It's coloring, right? Then don't stop, it's just the right time for us to study."
Learn to learn...
The female students didn’t know how to answer this.
Wu Ziyun also realized that he and others were putting too much pressure on the students, so he said, "If you don't understand anything while painting, you can ask me."
As soon as these words came out, both students breathed a sigh of relief. This felt right.
And being able to ask for advice from Dean Wu is a rare opportunity. Although Dean Wu is not in charge of their studio now, he has figured out all the techniques. If they can get advice from Dean Wu, they will definitely benefit a lot.
Yu Jin thought for a while and was about to pick some more complicated questions to ask for advice, but he didn't expect Wu Ziyun to say again, "You try to ask some simple questions and let the children listen."
After hearing Dean Wu's words, Yu Jin turned his attention to the child in front of him.
This child is indeed of considerable background, just look at the people following her.
Those who can go to CAFA are all top students. Suddenly, Yu Jin was asked some simple questions, which made him more difficult.
He looked at the palette in his hand, suddenly thought of a question, and said, "Dean Wu, what should we pay attention to when mixing colors? When we finish mixing colors on the palette, we often reach
The colors on the canvas are not right, what should I do?”
Wu Ziyun nodded, this question is quite good, elementary enough and practical enough.
But just as he was about to answer, Pengpeng rushed to say, "I don't use a palette when I mix colors, I just mix them directly on the canvas."
"Pengpeng, this brother is asking Uncle Wu. It's very rude for you to interrupt like this."
The so-called teaching children in person, although Zhang Zhong knew that Pengpeng might not mean to interrupt, it was still necessary to develop good habits for her.
After being scolded by her father, Pengpeng said embarrassedly, "I know, I'm sorry."
Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. In fact, you are right. The real color adjustment should not be done on the palette, because only the picture can tell us what color we need. But when learning, use the palette to pre-adjust the color."
Drawing out color is also a kind of practice. Only in this way can you be able to apply color on the picture with ease."
Pengpeng wanted to say something else, but thought of what his father said and held back.
Zhang Zhong looked at his daughter and said, "Now that Uncle Wu is talking to you, you can express your opinions freely."
After receiving the approval, Pengpeng smiled and said, "But Uncle Wu, I know how to mix colors, so I don't need a palette."
Pengpeng's words sounded arrogant, but Wu Ziyun pointed to the brown color on a drawing board with great interest and said, "Then do you know how to make this color?"
"Of course I know. Just use vermilion and a little black. Don't have too much black." Peng Peng said confidently.
Wu Ziyun raised his eyebrows, "What about this kind?"
He's referring to a light blue that's tinged with purple.
"This one is a little more difficult than the previous one. You need to add sky blue, purple, um, a little black, and a little more blue, and you can have this translucent and bright effect."
"What about this kind?"
"This is what you need to use..."
Wu Ziyun asked several questions in succession, and Pengpeng could answer them quickly.
Wu Ziyun's face was filled with surprise until the end. He quickly came to the conclusion in his mind that this girl is a genius, at least in terms of color.
God is unfair and often gives more things to some people, and Peng Peng's eyes are obviously more magical than others.
Most students who study oil painting memorize color charts and practice color mixing every day, but if they want to mix the desired color, they cannot do it without many times of practice.
Even Wu Ziyun was surprised, let alone Yu Jin and the female student.
Yu Jin looked at the color palette in his hand, feeling a little dazed.
What kind of things have I learned? I am not even as good as a child.
In fact, Zhang Zhong was also a little surprised. He knew that Peng Peng had a good sense of sex, but he didn't expect it to reach this level.
Wu Ziyun thought for a while and asked Yu Jin and the others to borrow a set of tools so that Peng Peng could try drawing a table.
But the result was very bad, because Pengpeng only knew how to mix colors, but he was not very good at painting her.
Seeing the messy drawing board, Wu Ziyun breathed out. It seemed that God at least didn't give too many things to Pengpeng, otherwise those of them who have been painting for decades would really be crying without tears.
But no matter what, this girl Pengpeng is a piece of jade.
Seeing such a piece of rough jade, Wu Ziyun felt a love for talents, but when he saw Xu Yuhan nearby, he was embarrassed to directly snatch her away. He just turned around and said, "Pengpeng, when you grow up, when you get older,
How about Yangmei come and learn painting?"
Pengpeng still didn't understand what Wu Ziyun's invitation meant, but Xu Yuhan knew it very well. At this time, he didn't bother to ask Pengpeng for his opinion. He directly grabbed Pengpeng's arm and said, "Pengpeng, thank you Teacher Wu."