Post "Drawing?" Xu Zhe was confused and didn't quite understand what Xueer meant.
"I just want you to draw a picture for me." Xue'er lowered her head slightly, and her fair face was flushed.
"But I haven't painted properly for several years, I have forgotten everything..." Holding the back of his head vigorously, Xu Zhe was a little scared. He didn't know if he would still pick up the paintbrush under Xue'er's gaze.
"No, I've seen your albums, and your drawings are all very good. Really, I never knew that my expression during class would be so focused." Xue'er seriously rejected Xu Zhe's excuse, "But it's a pity that they are all side views, without background, which wastes your brushwork..."
Xu Zhe said nothing, but a faint smile of happiness appeared on his face, just because of Xueer's praise.
“If you are not afraid of being vilified by me…” With his hands in his trouser pockets, Xu Zhe shrugged his shoulders as if nothing happened.
"Great!" He excitedly grabbed Xu Zhe's wrist and walked towards the college students who were painting...
The final state of the release was beyond Xu Zhe's expectations...
Xueer sat sideways on a wooden bench by the lake, with her legs crossed and her back facing the beautiful lake. Her sitting posture was very casual and her expression was so natural. Her face was filled with a charming smile, as if happiness surrounded her all the time.
Released and Xu Zhe's side was "spectacular"...
Sitting in front of an easel, Xu Zhe holds the palette in one hand and the paintbrush in the other, sketching natural colors on the white canvas.
The owner of the painting stall standing next to the announcement was a female college student in her twenties. She was confused about Xu Zhe's business because Xue'er strongly requested that Xu Zhe be the one to paint.
At first, I thought it was a pair of bored lovers who had nothing better to do and treated high art as a game. But when the female college student saw Xu Zhe's every move on the canvas, she was amazed. She was amazed that such a young boy could have such a sophisticated technique. In particular, the artistic conception created by the whole picture has reached the level of being exhibited.
To be frank, he is no longer painting but recording the beauty of a moment, recording the most essential beauty of this moment with a brush, paint, and a piece of white cloth...
It was not just one person who noticed Xu Zhe's excellence. Those who were just passing by couldn't help but stop and walk behind Xu Zhe to watch.
The college students who had nothing to do next to the painting were also attracted to come over and watch. What's even more amazing is that some couples who were chatting suddenly forgot what they were doing when they saw him painting, and slowly walked behind Xu Zhe to admire him.
Xu Zhe himself didn't know all this. Because when he really started to paint, all he could see was the picture he had imprinted. His hearing, smell, taste, even everything would disappear...
After the much-anticipated masterpiece was released, a round of applause came from behind, which startled Xu Zhe.
Looking back, Xu Zhe was not frightened...
At this time, there were no less than thirty people gathered, all applauding and cheering for Xu Zhe.
"It's really wonderful. Are you from an art academy? Or are you a disciple of some famous artist? You can actually draw such a work!" The female college student kept praising him and even forgot to collect money from Xu Zhe.
"No... No, actually I'm just an ordinary high school student." He held the back of his head again, and Xu Zhe felt embarrassed.
Posted "A sophomore in high school? How is it possible to have such a good handwriting style? I finally know what a genius is..." The female college student seemed to admire Xu Zhe very much.
"Genius? I don't think so... It's just that... You didn't mix the paint well, and the red has lost its original color. It's better to change it..." Xu Zhe didn't want to do it, but he still kindly reminded him.
"Let's go, the paintings are finished." At this time, Xue'er also came over, paid for the painting excitedly, picked up her own oil painting, and quickly left the crowd with Xu Zhe.
Cher's reaction to the post was a little unusual...
The release time passed by unknowingly, dusk gradually fell, the sky was glowing with beautiful golden color, and those who went out for fun also started on their way home.
Xu Zhe and Xueer were also walking silently, but no one knew where they were going.
The release was the same as before, Xueer walked in front, holding the oil painting in both hands and looking at it carefully, and Xu Zhe followed behind with his hands in his trouser pockets.
They walked all the way to an old locust tree before Xueer sat down.
Due to the location, there was only one wooden bench nearby, so Xu Zhe had to sit next to Xue'er...
Really, when someone looks at their work with appreciation, every creator will feel happy. But Xu Zhe was particularly nervous, just like handing in homework for the teacher to mark, for fear of finding a mistake...
"Aren't you attending the wedding?" Looking at her watch, Xueer asked the person next to her softly.
"Actually... Actually, I don't want to go either. I don't know my mom's classmates well..." Xu Zhe used one lie to cover up another lie, and changed the subject to look at the painting in Xue'er's hand, "How do you feel? I haven't painted oil paintings for almost three years. I still feel a little raw, and the pigments are not mixed very well..."
"No, no! You draw very well! I just feel like I am the person living in this painting... In fact, I am really embarrassed to ask, am I as beautiful as in the painting?" Xue'er is even less confident than Xu Zhe imagined, and this lack of confidence is only revealed in front of Xu Zhe.
"You know what? You are definitely a thousand times more beautiful than in the painting." Xu Zhe thought to himself.
"In fact, when I was in junior high school, everyone thought that you would go to an art school. After all, your paintings are so good." Turning her head silently, Xue'er felt that she could no longer take her eyes off this beautiful picture.
"How do you know I can draw? I don't think I drew anything in junior high school. At that time, my mother hired a tutor and I took extra lessons every day." Xu Zhe was a little confused.
"Have you forgotten? You were the propaganda committee member for three years in junior high school, and you were responsible for the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom. When the blackboard newspaper had to be replaced every week, you would finish everything by yourself at noon on the last day. You didn't even go home or eat." When Xue'er thought of the past, a smile would unconsciously appear on her face.
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