Zhong Chen had never encountered such a bizarre thing.
The bed is glued together?
Romantic comedies don't dare to shoot like this.
For a moment, he even wondered if Qi Linqing was lying to himself.
But obviously with the character of the other party, it is impossible to deceive people.
Zhong Chen said with difficulty: "Then... let's do it. After all, it's so late. It's impossible to go to the dormitory aunt to change the bed now."
Qi Linqing nodded in agreement.
Zhong Chen: "Do you still have to make up lessons today?"
Qi Linqing: "No, your illness is just right, let's rest first."
Zhong Chen: "Oh."
Under the gaze of the other party, Zhong Chen's cheeks became hot for no reason.
Strange... Obviously they have slept together, but thinking that they will share the same bed again tonight, his heart beats violently.
Seeing that tomato-like flush appeared on Zhong Chen's face again, Qi Linqing stepped forward to touch his forehead, and asked worriedly:
"You don't have a fever again, do you?"
"No, no!"
Zhong Chen turned around and ran into the bathroom in a panic.
Qi Linqing shouted behind him: "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me in time, and I will take you to the infirmary."
Zhong Chen looked at himself in the mirror, his emotions gradually cooled down, and he also breathed calmly.
This feeling of retreating and being defeated was strange and familiar, except in front of the master, he experienced it again.
No matter how many things he has experienced and how mature he has become, he will still blush when encountering this situation.
Zhong Chen could only try his best to pretend nothing had happened, push the door open and go out.
For the next few days, they could only sleep together on this big bed that was put together.
Because the dormitory aunt said that there are no vacant beds for the time being.
It was only then that Zhong Chen discovered that Qi Linqing got up at six o'clock every day and went out for a run.
Before this time he was still sleeping.
In the morning, just after dawn, the other party had already returned from running.
"Do you like to exercise?" Zhong Chen asked.
He was in a bit of a mixed mood. Master didn't pay much attention to his body before, he stayed up all night to paint and didn't practice martial arts, and his face was pale all the year round.
It's not like the person in front of me, so healthy.
Qi Linqing wiped his sweat with a towel, and replied: "Yes. You have been talking about back pain recently, it must be due to lack of exercise. You will know how important a strong body is in the future."
Qi Linqing died of a terminal illness in his previous life, and he only understood this truth when he was reborn.
Zhong Chen: "Then I... will run with you tomorrow?"
"Okay." Qi Linqing bent down and took out a new towel from the suitcase and handed it to him, saying, "I'll wake you up tomorrow."
Zhong Chen actually didn't want to get up early for a run.
But when he thought of being with the other party, he thought it was okay.
He took the towel and said "thank you".
Qi Linqing rubbed his head and said with a smile, "What can I thank you for? We are so familiar."
"..."
Zhong Chen hugged the top of his head expressionlessly.
He thought to himself that his head must have been burned by the previous wind and cold.
He actually felt that the hair that was touched by the other party could be hot.
The headmaster finished his inspection of the studio that day, and in the next week's regular meeting of teachers and students, he mentioned Qi Linqing and praised him for his great talent in painting.
This made Qi Linqing once again the focus of everyone.
It's just that sometimes it's not a good thing to hold people too high. Some gossip about him gradually floated out.
Some students said that he was very good at sketching, but he pretended that he knew nothing and deliberately went to class D to pretend to be aggressive.
If that's the case then it's a character issue.
In the end, the news became more and more true, and the description became darker and darker, and even all the teachers in the studio and office knew about it.
Even Pan Xuehai, the color teacher who is going to teach in class D, asked Han Shi whether the incident was true or not.
Han Shi had black lines all over his face and said, "Of course it's fake."
Pan Xuehai froze for a moment, "Then he can still be praised by the principal in Class D?"
Han Shi: "He is a genius."
Pan Xuehai clicked his tongue twice, "What you said made me look forward to it."
Han Shi: "Anyway, except for a classmate I knew before, I have never seen anyone as talented in painting as him."
Pan Xuehai and Han Shi had known each other for several years, and had heard him mention this talented classmate long ago.
He couldn't help but said, "The classmate you're talking about, shouldn't it be Gong You?"
Han Shi nodded: "Yes."
Pan Xuehai: "..."
Pan Xuehai remembers Gong You. He heard from Han Shi that he also came from a poor rural background. He didn't start learning painting until the third year of high school, but he was very talented and finally got admitted to CAFA.
He is now an Ali game designer. A few years ago, he single-handedly created the super popular large-scale and passionate game "Swallowing Beast", which has a great reputation in the industry.
Gong You was hailed as a myth in the gaming world back then, and was Han Shi's most promising classmate that year.
He heard Han Shi mention each other several times.
Han Shi was a little emotional, "But Gong You made enough money later, so he didn't paint anymore, and now he is the boss of his own game company. I think if Qi Linqing persists, he will definitely go further than him in the future."
Pan Xuehai: "It's an exaggeration, it's an exaggeration. We all have seen how popular "Swallow the Beast" was."
"That was not what I meant."
"I just remembered that when I was in school, everyone, including the teacher, said that Gong Youfu was very talented to be an artist. But he finally made games. Sure enough, you can't play art without money."
"Haven't you noticed? Most of the artists nowadays are the second generation of rich people. Even if there are a few who slip through the net, it's because they were lucky enough to meet the nobles of capitalism."
It was rare for Han Shi to say a few words from his heart.
Those who study painting, who hasn't dreamed of being an artist
However, dreams are just dreams, not dreams that can be realized.
Pan Xuehai smiled and said: "What you said is quite reasonable. Then we should hurry up and ask Qi Linqing for an autograph and group photo, and by the way, collect his current work. After all, the Qi family is so rich, he has already obtained the opportunity to become an artist." The first stepping stone - super rich kids, right?"
Han Shi shook his head, "You are wrong, this is only a small reason. You will soon see what his real stepping stone is."
Pan Xuehai: "?"
In the afternoon, Class D.
The weather was fine, and the sun shone into the classroom through the window lattice, casting a warm shadow.
Pan Xuehai pushed the door open with the lesson plan between his hands and stepped in, and saw the boy sitting in the corner at a glance.
There is never a shortage of beautiful or maverick students in the studio.
Even the yellow hair and pink hair next to the boy are much more eye-catching than him.
But I don't know why Pan Xuehai's eyes are tightly attached to the other party's body as if attracted by a magnet.
He was really curious about what the real stepping stone that Han Shi was talking about was.
Several students sitting in the front row saw Pan Xuehai and said, "Hello, teacher!"
"Good afternoon, good afternoon." Pan Xuehai walked onto the podium.
"What I'm going to show you today is the color scene. But let's be honest, it takes a lot of talent to learn this stuff."
The students in the audience were amused by his humorous tone.
But some people retorted: "Teacher Pan, do you mean that hard work is useless?"
"I never said that." Pan Xuehai shrugged, "If you can memorize all the color formulas, that's not bad."
It's just that those truly amazing color works in history basically rely on talent.
Pan Xuehai silently added in his heart.
He looked around the classroom and found that the teenager sitting in the back row was listening very carefully.
Pan Xuehai continued, "The first point is the feeling. Use the method of overall fuzzy observation, pay attention to keeping your eyes away from the focus of individual observations, and you must see the entire field of vision at a glance... Emphasize the breath of life, area, light and shade, warm and cold, and complementary colors Contrast and so on. The second point is the composition. Reasonable composition will definitely give people a sense of comfort, especially in the color scoring, it will be a good tool for you to impress the marking teacher. Of course, this is mainly Teacher Han taught you, I will not elaborate here... "
Pan Xuehai dryly talked about theoretical knowledge for more than half an hour, and then asked the students to start drawing.
He unscrewed the ice mineral water and took a few sips.
"Draw according to this photo." Pan Xuehai patted the blackboard.
Color sketches never fly out of the world of wrinkled fabrics.
In the photo, two gray-blue pleated tablecloths overlap each other. On the table stood a glass vase with a bouquet of pale yellow tulips in it.
There are three small and exquisite lemons and a bunch of lychees in the exquisite gold-edged small plate next to it.
The students were stunned.
"Isn't it Teacher Pan?! It's the first time for us to learn such a difficult painting?"
Pan Xuehai smiled and said: "It's not difficult, I told you the color formula just now."
students:"… "
In fact, according to the tutorial, Pan Xuehai really shouldn't have let them try such a complicated composition so early.
But he wanted to test Qi Linqing.
Is the other party the genius that Han Shi said could stand side by side with Gong You
The back row of the classroom.
Qi Linqing took out a new box of paint and started to color.
Feng Jiaqing glanced at him and asked strangely: "Didn't you open a box last time? Why didn't you use that."
Qi Linqing said: "That box has been used up."
"Used, used up?!"
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
It's only been a few days...
Feng Jiaqing was numb.
Qi Linqing is very interested in trying this new form of painting.
Therefore, besides giving Zhong Chen extra lessons every night recently, he himself also draws gouache beside him.
After he finished the shape, he picked up the brush and started to paint the basic colors.
Qi Linqing didn't need to memorize any color formulas by rote. It is natural, he knows where this color should be filled, and what ratio the two colors should be mixed to get the effect he wants.
He fell into this immersive feeling again, as if floating in the clouds.
Pan Xuehai paced over to see his painting, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
Pan Xuehai has seen some people who are born with a keen intuition for color, but this is the first time he has seen Qi Linqing like this!
He is bold and generous with his pen, and he has a confident grasp of the shape. The colors are bold and the overlapping colors are simply stunning.
Fresh tones, even color…
Obviously, the young man in front of him is extremely talented in color!
Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts, Chinese Painting Department Building.
There were no empty seats in the classroom, and the students were concentrating on writing notes with their heads down.
When Yan Jiade talked about Fu Yi's life, his voice was inevitably a little excited:
"As an unprecedentedly great painter in the history of China, most of the conventional impressions of him described and recorded in history books are based on Fu Yi's own line drawing method. But few people know...Fu Yi's innovation in the color of Chinese painting , and made many outstanding contributions.”
Some students raised their hands and asked, "Professor Yan, but this paragraph is not recorded in the book."
Yan Jiade: "Because there are too few paintings handed down by Fu Yi, it is difficult for our descendants to judge. But if you have time to go to the Palace Museum to see it, you will understand. His unfinished "Landscapes of Thousands of Miles", yes The mastery of color has reached the point of perfection... "
Zhimo Studio.
After class, Pan Xuehai couldn't wait to bring the gouache painting completed by Qi Linqing back to the office.
He finally understood what Han Shi was talking about.
Money is just a possession. This terrible talent is the powerful support for people to reach the pinnacle of art.
He felt like he was witnessing the birth of a genius!
Pan Xuehai couldn't help it, and wanted to show it to all the teachers here.
Han Shi was very calm.
After all, he had already been shocked countless times by Qi Linqing's sketches.
I think the color of the other party is not much different.
The color teacher in Class A was surprised when he saw it: "You drew this?"
Pan Xuehai opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.
At this time, other teachers also gathered around and talked a lot.
They are all professionals with a strong appreciation for painting.
The level of this painting is even better than Pan Xuehai's before.
"Teacher Pan, you can do it."
"So you've improved so much now..."
Facing the praise from other teachers, Pan Xuehai felt extremely embarrassed for the first time.
His head was sweating, and he said, "I didn't draw this! It was drawn by Qi Linqing."
"What?!"
There was an uproar among the teachers.
The author has something to say: Today is a bit short, because the author plans to start working in June, and wants to take a break first...
(ps: The professional knowledge involved in this article is quoted from the books, Internet, etc. mentioned in the previous article, and I will not repeat it in the future)
If anyone finds it unreal, then I can only say that Fu Yi is a super genius
Want to write a story of utter genius! (Hey hey hey to satisfy the author's bad taste)
Sometimes it is the people that people cannot understand and imagine, who can do things beyond imagination. — The Imitation Game