Zhong Chen didn't expect the other party to agree.
The expression on his face was slightly stagnant, and he suddenly felt as if he was lifting a rock and hitting himself in the foot.
He himself...hasn't been to a disco yet.
But have you never eaten pork or seen a pig run? Things have come to this, he can't admit defeat.
Zhong Chen: "That's an appointment, I'll book a booth."
Although Qi Linqing didn't know what Dingkazuo meant, it didn't prevent him from nodding calmly.
Zhong Chen took out his phone and said, "Let's add a WeChat account."
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
Yuan Bai taught him this.
Qi Linqing called up the QR code for Zhong Chen to scan, and with a ding dong, the two were successfully added as friends.
Zhong Chen looked down.
[You have added Life is like tea, you can start chatting now. ]
As for the profile picture, it was a slightly blurry picture of a sunset scene. I don't know where the other party got it.
Zhong Chen: "..."
The rest of the time was spent studying together.
Qi Linqing felt that he had learned a lot, and thanked him while writing the paper: "What snack do you want to eat next time? I'll bring it for you."
Zhong Chen scratched his nose, and looked away as if nothing had happened:
"No, it's no big deal."
During the period, Qi Linqing took the time to send a message to Du Yuanbai asking:
[What is a disco? ]
Du Yuanbai: [Why are you asking this]
Qi Linqing: [I'm going to dance with Zhong Chen later]
Du Yuanbai: [? ]
Du Yuanbai: [? ? ? ]
At this moment, Yuan Bai began to doubt his life.
In his eyes, Qi Linqing, who looked like a veteran cadre, was actually going to dance
Du Yuanbai: [Are you serious, Brother Qi? ]
Qi Linqing: [Yes. ]
Du Yuanbai: [Uh. . . ]
Qi Linqing: [I googled it, I don’t know if it’s accurate: disco dancing is the abbreviation of disco, which refers to going to the ballroom to dance disco. It evolved from "Disco dance" decades ago. Because of its strong sense of rhythm, easy to learn, full of appeal and passion, it is very in line with the taste of modern people. Now the place has gradually developed into a bar. ]
Du Yuanbai typed with difficulty: [..It should be like this. In short, disco bars are places where young people go. ]
Qi Linqing: [Very good, I am also a young man, just to experience this atmosphere. ]
Du Yuanbai: [shaking]
Although, Qi Linqing is indeed very young, and has a handsome face like a boy over flowers.
But the opponent's old cadre style has left a huge lingering shadow in Du Yuanbai's heart.
At nine o'clock in the evening, BAR bar in city B.
Jiang Bai, Luo Xing and others surrounded the booth, looking forward to it.
Today is the day when elder brother set foot in Huahua World again after several months absence.
However, what was different from what they imagined was that Zhong Chen even brought his own family.
When the younger brothers saw Qi Linqing walking in after Zhong Chen, they were stunned.
Zhong Chen's attire is quite normal. He randomly picked out a leather jacket from the original owner's closet, with a white T-lined lining inside.
But Qi Linqing's white shirt and black trousers somehow seemed out of place here...
He looks too clean.
It's like the kind of innocent boy on campus who suddenly stepped into the dark and chaotic cyberpunk world.
"Hello, big brother!!!"
When the younger brothers saw Zhong Chen, they immediately backed away consciously from the middle to make way, and bowed.
It caused other people in the bar to cast strange glances frequently.
The fast-paced music is deafening and smoky.
Qi Linqing frowned slightly. He is still not used to this environment.
Zhong Chen had no expression on his face, he went straight to the box and sat down.
Even with the low-temperature air conditioner on, the bar still feels hot.
He took off his leather jacket and crossed his legs on the coffee table.
Under the weird and psychedelic lights, the green dragon tattoo on Zhong Chen's arm was faintly visible.
There were whispers not far away.
"Who is he? He looks so aura...."
"You don't even know Zhong Chen?! That bloodthirsty green dragon on the North Road."
"Fuck."
The coffee table in the booth is full of various wine barrels and snack fruit plates.
Zhong Chen picked up a small plastic fork and forked a few pieces of cantaloupe to eat.
A younger brother stepped forward to pass him a cigarette.
Zhong Chen cast a sideways glance at the past coldly, and the other party was immediately scared away.
The little brother thought to himself, the big brother must despise my Haili. Next time I have to pass it to Zhonghua.
In fact, Zhong Chen said in his heart: stay away from me, don't disturb me to eat.
Zhong Chen didn't forget his purpose of throwing a trap to bring Qi Linqing here.
—Continue to test.
He knew that Master's character was very cold, and could even be described as alienated.
Fu Yi likes to be quiet, and hates noisy and crowded places.
While eating, Zhong Chen observed every move of the people beside him.
Little did he know that Qi Lin had predicted his prediction early on, and started putting on a disguise one step ahead.
Although Qi Linqing really hated crowded places, it didn't mean he was withdrawn.
Fu Yi, who used to be at the bottom, is actually very good at communicating with people.
His ability to adapt is stronger than anyone imagined.
In a short period of time, Qi Linqing chatted happily with Jiang Bai, Luo Xing and others, and learned various small games of finger-catching and dice rolling in the bar. He didn't smoke, but he drank, and he would step onto the dance floor with the others, do a few beats to the music, and soon be rocking with the crowd for a real pop.
Zhong Chen: "..."
He fell into the mist again.
The other party is clearly like his master, but not exactly like him.
But if Qi Linqing wasn't Fu Yi, who would it be
For the rest of the time, Zhong Chen was drinking alone.
When Qi Linqing, Jiang Bai, Luo Xing and others returned to the booth, they found that he was already drunk and unconscious.
Jiang Bai was surprised: "How much did he drink?"
You must know that Brother Zhong's alcohol capacity can be called a thousand cups.
Luo Xing glanced at the two large wine barrels that were empty on the ground, and said hesitantly: "There should be... quite a lot."
A certain little brother: "What should I do now? Shall I send Brother Zhong back first?"
Jiang Bai: "That's the only way."
They set their sights on Qi Linqing.
Present, only he and Zhong Ge had the closest relationship.
Then the next second.
They watched with their own eyes that Qi Linqing picked up Zhong Chen by the waist and walked out.
The eldest brother's trousers shrunk up, revealing half of the pink cotton socks with cat's claws.
Brothers: "..."
Suddenly began to doubt the authenticity of Big Brother Meng 1.
Qi Linqing hugged Zhong Chen and went out to take a taxi.
Instead of sending him back to Zhong's house, he found a hotel nearby.
I also know that going back in the middle of the night will definitely cause parents to worry.
He opened two rooms.
Qi Linqing sent Zhong Chen to one of the rooms first, and after taking off his shoes and socks, he carefully put him on the bed and tucked in the quilt.
He looked at the boy's peaceful sleeping face and sighed softly.
Why do you have to doubt him
"Good night."
He went out and gently closed the door.
the next day.
It was already noon when Zhong Chen woke up.
Today is Monday and I still have class. He pursed his lips, a little regretful that he had to make this or that nonsense last night that didn't lead to any results.
Zhong Chen rolled over and got out of bed.
He sees a can of Wonboys and sticky notes by the bed.
He picked up the note.
[Already asked for leave for you, Qi Linqing stays. ]
Zhong Chen:...
He opened Wangzai's milk and drank a couple of sips, feeling inexplicably happy. In fact, it seems that I don't regret it that much.
Time passed day by day, and the end of the semester was approaching, and the pressure on middle school students was also increasing day by day.
However, as a well-known local noble middle school in City B, many students would choose to study abroad. The atmosphere is not so dull.
And in the monthly exams and quizzes again and again, the students in the second grade of high school finally realized that Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen's grades had really improved.
After all, if it is fake plagiarism, it is impossible to succeed all the time.
In a certain monthly exam at the end of June, Zhong Chen's ranking has jumped to the third place, which caused a huge sensation in the grade.
This rich second-generation scum who was once ignorant and ignorant turned around and studied casually, and he was able to become a school bully!
Especially at the same time, the school also announced that Zhong Chen had won the first prize in the provincial archery competition. His athleticism in this area is simply frightening. If he is willing to take the sports route in the future, he will definitely be recommended to a prestigious university.
The physical education teacher even thought that Zhong Chen might be able to have a place in the Olympic Games in the future.
But since Zhong Chen's academic performance has improved rapidly, the physical education teacher's dream of wanting him to take the archery route has also been shattered.
After all, with Zhong Chen's current grades and family background, learning this is a waste.
Zhong Chen soon succeeded Qi Linqing and became a well-known figure in the country.
Commonly known as School Grass 2.0.
He and Qi Linqing are at the same table again. Wherever the two go, they attract attention, and their desks are often filled with love letters and presents.
In the past, these treatments were exclusive to Qi Lele.
But now, because of those rumors on the Internet, everyone in the country has a lot of complaints about him behind his back.
Qi Lele walked on campus, and often met Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen in the cafeteria, canteen or playground.
He will also be in a trance.
In the past, Zhong Chen followed behind him like a dog licking his ass, but his elder brother Qi Linqing was secretly in love with him in a humble way.
It can be said that Qi Linqing is like a fish in the pond where Qi Lele licks the dog.
And he is at the top of the food chain, high above.
But now, everything is completely upside down.
Zhong Chen no longer looked at him, but turned around and became friends with Qi Linqing. They study together and make progress together.
It is said that under the leadership of Zhong Chen, Qi Linqing's grades have also risen steadily to hover around the fiftieth grade.
Qi Lele felt very confused, things shouldn't be like this. Just like the expected road, there was a slight deviation suddenly, and then a butterfly effect occurred, and everything began to collapse.
Besides, there is no harm without comparison. Qi Lele used to think that he was very good, and he could still maintain his ranking in the top 100 in his grade while filming.
However, compared with them, I seem to be useless.
For the first time in his life, Qi Lele felt unprecedented anxiety.
End of June, midsummer is scorching hot.
At the end of the last class of Class 18, Senior Two, Zeng Haipeng delivered a speech about the future to the students.
Basically, I know that your family is rich, but don't play too wildly during the summer vacation, at least learn something.
Of course, for most people, it is equivalent to nonsense, going in the left ear and out the right ear.
Qi Linqing listened carefully.
He didn't notice that Zhong Chen beside him had been looking at him.
Wait until get out of class is over.
Qin Qingxin, another art student from Class 18, came over and asked him cautiously:
"Student Qi, which studio did you apply for?"
Qi Linqing replied: "Zhimo Studio."
Qin Qingxin's expression suddenly became excited, "I am in the same studio as you!! We are so destined! We can study together in the future."
Slap.
The pen that Zhong Chen was spinning fell to the ground.
Qi Linqing bent down to help him pick it up, and said, "But this studio has two campuses. I'm in Campus No. 1 on Shanshi Road. Are you too?"
Qin Qing mumbled in her heart: "No..."
She was whining on Campus 2.
"come on."
Qi Linqing looked at her and smiled slightly.
Qin Qingxin was bewitched by this smile, and she was in a trance, not knowing where to go. When I walked back to my seat, I almost fell on the way.
Looking at this scene, Zhong Chen felt inexplicably familiar.
As if, as if, probably, perhaps, possibly.
The first time he saw Master smiling at him, he walked like this girl...
Lao Zeng assigned a bunch of homework.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students jumped up from their chairs excitedly and ran out.
Summer vacation is coming.
Thinking of this, it seemed to them that the breath, the air, became free and happy.
Qi Linqing packed his things leisurely, put his bag on his back and stepped out of the classroom door.
For him, the journey has just begun.
When Qi Linqing got home, he went upstairs to pack his luggage.
According to the rules of the studio, he had to report there before eight o'clock in the evening.
He dug out a new box and put some clothes and daily necessities in it.
Qi Linqing carefully folded each piece of clothing neatly.
It's hot, so I have to wear short sleeves.
Although he is not used to wearing sleeveless clothing psychologically. But he does as the Romans do, if he also wears long sleeves in summer, it is easy to get strange looks from others.
After finishing all this, Qi Linqing went downstairs again and told the gardener to take good care of the tulips he had planted before.
The gardener patted his chest and promised to take good care of them.
in the living room.
Yan Qiongfang looked at him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a hint of worry on her face.
Yan Qiongfang actually didn't want Qi Linqing to go to the studio.
She has several wives who play mahjong, and their children also study art.
I heard them say that the group studio is very hard and tiring, it can be called hell.
Yan Qiongfang's idea is that since her family is not short of money anyway, wouldn't it be better to invite a few painting teachers to teach Qi Linqing at home
But Qi Linqing was willing to go to the studio.
In his opinion, an environment where so many like-minded painters learn together is more rewarding than one-on-one teaching.
Qi Yingjun supported him on this point.
That night, he asked his secretary to help him find a studio with the best teaching quality and the most expensive tuition in City B——Zhimo Studio.
After Qi Linqing had a simple meal, he was ready to get in the car and set off.
Yan Qiongfang and Qi Hui escorted him to the door.
"Goodbye." Qi Linqing rolled down the window and waved to them.
Yan Qiongfang was a little sad, her eyes were slightly red and she said, "Go. Remember to call us if you need anything."
After all, it is the flesh and blood that fell from the body. She was reluctant to let her child travel far and suffer.
Qi Hui looked at him and said, "If you can't hold on any longer, you can come back anytime."
What Qi Hui wants to express is actually similar to the fact that home is a safe haven. He is used to being a superior person, and sometimes what he says may not be nice. But these words still reveal a suspicion of not believing that children can survive the difficult studio.
But in fact, even if the original owner is here, he will not give up easily.
They are all people who grew up in a poor environment. No matter how hard and tired the studio is, can they have a miserable life at the bottom
Qi Linqing looked away and said "Hum".
in the car.
Qi Linqing also received a call from Mr. Yan.
"Linqing, you are going to the studio today, right?"
Qi Linqing: "Yeah."
Mr. Yan exhorted at length, and then asked: "Does the studio have a holiday every week?"
Qi Linqing recalled for a while and said: "It seems to be a weekend every two weeks."
Mr. Yan: "Okay, then don't go home when you are on vacation, go back to the house I bought for you."
The college entrance examination is about to begin. Mr. Yan was worried that the bad environment of Qi's family would affect Qi Linqing's mood.
Qi Linqing was startled, and said, "Okay."
The No. 1 campus of Zhimo Studio is located on the hillside in the outskirts of City B.
It was the registration season, and many cars were parked in the mountains at 9:00 pm. The students moved their luggage down one after another.
It is not enough to say that the environment here is bad.
The studio is rich and powerful, and directly built a school building in the villa area in the mountains, covering an extremely large area, with supermarkets, cafeterias, barber shops, cake shops, gyms and other infrastructure. There are mountains and water, and the air is clear and spirited. It can be called a treasure land of geomantic omen.
There are eight, six, four and double rooms for accommodation.
There are air conditioners, 24-hour hot water, independent toilets, soft mattresses, WIFI, etc.
It's better than the average high school.
Gan Yishan is quite satisfied with this studio.
The family was not free, so she took a taxi by herself.
The online car-hailing service is delivered to the door.
Carrying bags and suitcases, she reported the check-in alone.
"Student, what kind of dormitory do you want to live in?" The teacher pushed the price list in front of her.
Eight hundred yuan per month for an eight-person room, one thousand yuan per month for a six-person room, one thousand three hundred yuan per month for a four-person room, and two thousand yuan per month for a double room.
Gan Yishan: "A room for four."
The teacher nodded and stamped the paper to help her check in, adding:
"There is also a deposit of 500 yuan for the air conditioner."
By the time Gan Yishan went to the dormitory with his luggage, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
She greeted the other three girls and made the bed.
The other girls put on masks and complained about the remoteness of the place.
“Can’t even order takeout!”
"What kind of ghost place where birds don't shit..."
"There are so many mosquitoes on the mountain, maybe there are snakes..."
After Gan Yishan made the bed, he climbed down the railing and said, "I'll go to the supermarket to buy mosquito nets and summer mats."
Girls: "I'll go too, I'll go too!"
"I didn't even buy toothpaste..."
In the end, the four of them left the dormitory together.
The mountains are shady and the wind is blowing, Gan Yishan feels very comfortable.
The girls behind them folded their arms and trembled:
"Has anyone died here before?"
"I heard that the mountain used to be a cemetery..."
Gan Yishan: "..."
Finally walked to the door of the supermarket.
There was a light on at the door.
The shadow of a boy stood there.
Gan Yishan faintly felt that he looked familiar.
Her roommates were already getting excited.
"So handsome!!!"
"There is such a handsome boy in our studio."
"... You Lei will wait for you to ask him for WeChat."
As they got closer, Gan Yishan realized that he really knew this boy.
"Qi Linqing?" she asked in surprise.
The boy raised his head and glanced at her, and said gently, "Hello, Classmate Gan."
Gan Yishan: "You are also in this studio."
Qi Linqing nodded.
There was a traffic jam on the road and he had just arrived.
Gan Yishan did not expect such a coincidence that the two who participated in the national competition together signed up for the same studio.
What else did she want to ask.
A middle-aged man walked by and said respectfully to Qi Linqing: "Second young master, the check-in procedures are all done."
Qi Linqing: "Thank you very much."
When Gan Yishan saw the luggage under his feet, he quickly waved his hands and said:
"Go ahead and see you tomorrow."
Qi Linqing walked out with the suitcase, smiled at her, and said, "See you tomorrow."
As soon as he left, the girls immediately gathered around and questioned Gan Yishan.
"That's Qi Linqing, right? Right?"
"How do you know him?"
Gan Yishan shrugged and said, "I participated in the National Ink Cup Chinese Painting Competition with him, and we met on the field."
And the other party kindly let her recognize the true face of a scumbag.
The girls suddenly realized.
"Then you can participate in the national competition, isn't it amazing?" Roommate A asked.
Gan Yishan shook his head and said, "Not really."
Qi Linqing's painting on the field at that time.
It reminded her of a sentence.
How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon.
Qi Linqing lived in a room for two.
The size of the room is similar to that of an ordinary twin-bed hotel.
When he opened the door, he found that there were already personal belongings on the other bed, which was obviously occupied by someone.
the light is on.
The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.
Qi Linqing followed the sound and saw that the glass in the bathroom was so transparent that he could see the figure of another person.
"..."
See no evil.
Qi Linqing lowered his head and began to pack his luggage.
On the other side, Zhong Chen came out of the shower and wiped his wet hair with a towel.
He was naked except for a towel around his waist.
"You, you, when did you come in?!" Zhong Chen immediately covered the important parts when he saw that there was someone more in the room.
Without raising her head, Qi Linqing said, "Just now. Don't worry, I didn't see anything."
Zhong Chen quickly put on a short sleeve on his body.
Qi Linqing was also a little surprised, "Why are you here to learn painting?"
The other party's grades can be directly admitted to prestigious universities.
Moreover, Qi Linqing usually doesn't see Zhong Chen as fond of painting.
Zhong Chen: "I just want to learn."
Anyway, he will never tell the other party that the purpose of coming here is to continue to test you at close range.
"It's good." Qi Linqing made up the bed, and went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.
Zhong Chen looked at the sheets that he had laid so meticulously that even the creases were invisible, and fell silent again.
Master used to be like this too, he had a cleanliness addiction.
Zhong Chen originally wanted to ask something more.
Qi Lin got out of the shower and lay down on the bed to read a book. He thought for a while, turned on the phone on purpose, played a certain game—the voiceover of Plants vs. Zombies, and then fell asleep.
He decided to be cautious in his words and deeds, not to give Zhong Chen any chance to doubt his identity as a time traveler.
Zhong Chen: "."
It's impossible for his master to play a game like Plants vs. Zombies, right?
So there was nothing to say all night.
the next day.
Everyone gathered in the studio, and first held a welcome party to show off their talents.
Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen also met another acquaintance here, Tang Gula.
Almost all of the hundreds of students present knew Qi Linqing.
They had watched the episode of Haha Base Camp, and they were quite impressed with the scene where he blows the dick.
So under the booing of everyone, Qi Linqing was pushed onto the stage.
Qi Linqing: "But... I didn't take Xiao with me."
"I have it, I have it!" A middle-aged man with a beard stepped forward and handed him a Xiao.
This person is Hu Xiao, one of the sketch teachers in Zhimo Studio. Usually he is idle and bored in the mountains, and he also plays flute and flute to relieve loneliness.
Hu Xiao has never watched Base Camp, nor Metamorphosis. People of his age generally don't watch this kind of variety show.
He didn't know Qi Linqing.
Seeing everyone's expectations, he picked up a student and asked, "Is this person very good?"
Student: "He's amazing!!"
After the broadcast of the base camp, it even caught fire with Qi Linqing's classical Xiao music "Flying Flower Order".
In the past, no one cared about this song on major music platforms, but now the number of plays and comments are all 999+.
Hu Xiao was taken aback when he heard the words.
At this time, Xiao Le sounded on the stage.
The plain and elegant melody reminds people of the rushing springs in the mountains.
He has learned Xiaodi, so of course he can tell that the other party's playing level is very unusual.
The students in the audience were even more obsessed with listening, and many took out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly.
Hu Xiao: "Did he really study art? Why does he look like a star?"
Student: "Mr. Hu, you are too rustic. You don't even know Qi Linqing? He won the national ink cup Chinese painting championship before!"
As soon as he said this, Hu Xiao immediately remembered.
He heard from friends in the industry that there was a very young boy from a wealthy family who won the Mo Cup National Competition Grand Prix.
Then the other party's coming to study art is not considered inferior.
At the welcome meeting in the morning, the headmaster gave a speech, and then the investigation by class.
Zhimo Studio is divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D.
One test per month, promotion and relegation are possible at any time.
Class A is full of students with a fairly basic foundation in painting, and most of them are repeat students, trying to enter famous art universities such as Qingmei and Gome.
Classes B and C are students with upper-middle level and middle-lower level respectively.
Class D is provided for students who learn painting with zero foundation.
Tanggula has been painting Chinese since primary school, but his foundation in Western art is also very good.
He entered Class A directly.
Gan Yishan is also in Class A.
Everyone originally thought that Qi Linqing was so good that he would probably enter Class A.
Unexpectedly, the final result came out, he and Zhong Chen both went to Class D.
Because they are all zero-based. I have never been exposed to such types of painting as sketch and watercolor before.
This incident caused a lot of gossip among the students of Zhimo Studio.
"Qi Linqing never learned sketching?!"
"Yes, I heard that he can't even wire."
"Good guy."
"Normal, normal. He grew up in the countryside. Although he happened to have the opportunity to learn traditional Chinese painting from a teacher, it is impossible for him to have the opportunity to come into contact with these."
"Too… "
Some people also sympathized with Qi Linqing.
Now there is only half a year left before the entrance exam, and it is very difficult to learn Western art from scratch.
What's more, the basis of Chinese painting is meaningless to sketch, color and oil painting.
It may even lead to him.
…
In the afternoon, Class D.
Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen sat in the back row by the window.
He opened the easel, laid out the drawing paper, and organized the painting utensils he bought when he came.
There is no shortage of money now. Qi Linqing buys all the things he has practiced, outdoor folding chairs, Sakura, old man's head, electric eraser, STA, Sakura Sakura hook pen, Winsor & Newton's paint, Faber-Castell's pencil soft medium hard, Mia, Nioni's Extra soft and so on... a whole painting box was piled up.
In fact, Qi Linqing didn't know much about Western painting tools. He did his homework online before going to the painting material store to prepare everything.
The price is much cheaper than he imagined. Just say that these pencils and liner pens are not as expensive as brushes.
Pigments are not as expensive as the ancient ores of traditional Chinese painting.
However, there are too many types of Western paintings, and all kinds of cumbersome small painting tools add up, and the prices are quite high.
Zhong Chen looked at Qi Linqing, compared the box of Chinese pencils he had bought temporarily, and fell into deep thought.
He doesn't look like he came to learn painting at all.
Seeing this, Qi Linqing comforted: "You can use mine first. The school supermarket also sells painting materials. If you don't know, I'll take you to complete them."
Zhong Chen: "..Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner later."
Sitting next to them was a boy with dyed yellow hair, who raised his head curiously and said, "You have prepared a lot."
Students in Class D generally have zero foundation, and many people can't think of it being so comprehensive.
Qi Linqing: "I checked it online."
Huang Mao chatted with him: "Ham, brother, let's get to know each other, my name is Feng Jiaqing."
Qi Linqing said his name.
Feng Jiaqing: "Yes, I know you. I also saw your base camp period hehe."
Qi Linqing smiled and said nothing.
Feng Jiaqing asked: "I heard that you have studied Chinese painting before, will it be easier to learn sketching?"
Qi Linqing hesitated: "Probably not. I don't know anything now, and it will probably be difficult to learn."
He knew that there was a mountain of separation between Chinese painting and Western painting. Moreover, he is used to holding a brush, so he may not be used to a pencil for a while.
Feng Jiaqing suddenly felt like seeing his family members, and stretched out his hand with tears in his eyes:
"I'm relieved to have you here. Let's cook chicken together in the future."
Zhong Chen snorted coldly.
Qi Linqing: "Vegetable chicken?"
Feng Jiaqing sighed: "I was forced to learn to draw, and I can't even lay out wires just like you."
Qi Linqing nodded, "Well. Don't talk about wiring, I can't even sharpen a pen."
Feng Jiaqing breathed a sigh of relief, he was not so anxious now. He could still sharpen a pen anyway.
The first class begins.
The sketch teacher came in and introduced himself first.
His name is Han Shi, he graduated from Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts, and he has taught seven art students so far, so he has quite a lot of experience.
Han Shi knows that Class D has zero foundation, so in the first class, he taught them to sharpen pens.
"Although there are pencil sharpeners now, as an art student, sharpening a good and perfect pencil is your basic skill, and it can also make drawing even more powerful. Now take out your utility knife."
Qi Linqing listened very carefully. To change the concept, the importance of brush sharpening should be equivalent to that of ink grinding in traditional Chinese painting, he thought to himself.
Han Shi raised the knife in his hand and said as he demonstrated: "To draw sketches, you need to sharpen two different kinds of pens. One is not too long, but the tip should be very sharp to describe details. The other is to be flattened on the front and back, leaving Create a three-dimensional plane side front, which is used to draw lines and draw the folds of clothes."
Qi Linqing is a fast learner. After a while, several pencils that Han Shi called perfect were produced.
So did Zhong Chen.
Feng Jiaqing seemed a little clumsy, always cutting off the refills.
Why? He fell into confusion, obviously he had learned it before.
Qi Linqing gave him two pens, and encouraged him: "Take your time, don't worry."
Feng Jiaqing nodded vigorously.
Zhong Chen: "?"
He also cut off one on purpose.
But Qi Linqing didn't even look at him, nor did he give him a pen.
Zhong Chen: "."
Later, Han Shi began to teach them how to hold a pen and draw lines.
"The method of holding a pencil for sketching is to put the pencil on the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger, and then press it with the thumb. Generally, the position of holding the pencil is in the middle or the back half of the pen. When drawing, the fingers move less and rely on the strength of the wrist to press the pencil. The pen, wrist and elbow swing up and down to control the direction range of the painting."
"It's not difficult. The most important thing is to practice more. When drawing lines, use the wrist for the short line with the axis at the wrist, and the long line for the upper arm with the axis near the shoulder. Straighten it, and use the same force, so that the drawn line will not look like long hair."
Qi Linqing began to practice on the white paper according to the method the teacher said.
It was really uncomfortable at first.
But his hands are steady, and he will be able to discharge the neat and smooth lines in Han Shi's mouth in a short while.
He continued to practice root by root.
Center forward, wing forward, flat forward, thick line, thin line, sparse line, dense line, long line, short line, line after wiping and then line, all practiced once.
Because of the paper used in line practice, there is a thick stack.
Han Shi came over and saw this scene, and said with satisfaction:
"Everyone should learn from Qi, his line is very clean."
Han Shi glanced at Feng Jiaqing, helplessly: "Are you a caterpillar?"
Feng Jiaqing: "..."
have been hurt.
Feng Jiaqing turned his head stiffly and glanced at the white paper on Qi Linqing's easel.
The crisp and crisp sound of writing.
That neat and perfect line.
He couldn't help but wonder, is the other party really a fledgling rookie like himself
The author has something to say: Summary of class representatives in this chapter
Huangmao: I don’t seem to be a very smart Yazi (scratches his head)
Zhong Chen: Always [secret observation, jpg]
Qi Linqing: Even if you start from scratch—
Your painting saint will always be your painting saint
Thank you Xingwan for mine +1
The content of the cable is quoted from the Internet Baidu.