After dialing the phone, Lin Yuan asked: "Do you have time now?"
Zhong Yu held the phone between his ear and shoulder: "I'm eating in the cafeteria, please tell me if you have anything to say."
Lin Yuan said: "After dinner, please bring all your gouache tools and come to classroom 52 in the East Building."
"What are you going to do?"
"Make a blackboard newspaper."
Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'll be there right away."
After saying that, Zhong Yu stopped eating and stood up and said, "You guys follow me."
"ah?"
There were many classmates around Zhong Yu, and they all asked, "What happened?"
Zhong Yu said: "It seems that the great god is going to make a blackboard newspaper."
Everyone was stunned for a moment: "Master, you are from the sophomore group, right? The blackboard newspapers of the sophomore group will be selected this afternoon. Isn't the time too tight?"
Zhong Yu asked unhappily, "What do you guys do for food?"
Everyone suddenly understood and laughed: "Oh, right? With so many art lovers gathered together, how can we be stumped by a blackboard newspaper? Is the master going to make a gouache blackboard newspaper?"
"Well, copy the stuff."
Zhong Yu set off and sent a message in a group: "The master's class needs a blackboard newspaper. Those who are good at gouache should come to the composition department classroom, classroom 52 in the East Building."
Crash.
The response within the group was enthusiastic.
"Wait, it's almost here!"
"If the great god needs me, how dare I not come."
"Master, do you still need a bunch of noobs like us to make a blackboard newspaper?"
"Are you stupid? The master is good at sketching, not gouache. The two are not the same thing."
Gouache is water-based paint.
A sketch is a sketch.
How good a gouache painting is and how good a sketch is are two completely different things. There is no necessary connection between the two.
"Oh yeah, I never thought there would be a day when I would be needed by the great god."
"It's time to show the master my gouache skills. I want to use my gouache skills to regain the dignity I lost in front of the master when I was sketching!"
"Calm down, the blackboard newspaper doesn't need so many people."
"Okay, then let's send a few less people, and let the ones with the best gouache scores go."
"There are still a few hours until the blackboard newspaper selection. Seven or eight people are more than enough."
"… "
The group is undoubtedly very lively.
Because the name of this group is the letter "L".
The remaining group of people in the cafeteria didn't eat anymore and followed Zhong Yu one by one. They were also Lin Yuan's sketching students.
"Who are you looking for?"
In the composition department classroom, Cao Bin looked at Lin Yuan in astonishment as he finished the call.
Lin Yuan said: "Friends from the Painting Department."
"What year?"
"Junior year."
Cao Bin opened his mouth wide, and was suddenly overjoyed: "Yes, if anyone can finish the blackboard newspaper in such a short time, it can only be someone from the Painting Department, and he is an experienced junior! Remember to call a few more people to come over to work together, we still have hope!"
Lin Yuan said: "I just called one."
Cao Bin was anxious: "One person is not enough, we must have more people, otherwise we won't be able to make it in time. Can you make another phone call and ask your friend to ask the seniors in the Painting Department to help? After all, it's such a big blackboard. And you may not know the seriousness of this matter. Yan Mengjia took a leave of absence for a period of time last semester due to health reasons, so she didn't have enough credits. Now she is the organizer of this blackboard newspaper. If the blackboard newspaper gets good grades, she can get credits as a reward. You know the rules of our school. If you don't have enough credits, you won't be allowed to graduate. She was actually very distressed about the problem with the blackboard newspaper this time, but she didn't blame the students on duty..."
Cao Bin became more and more anxious as he spoke.
He is indeed a good monitor.
But as he was speaking, Cao Bin's voice suddenly stopped and he looked out the window blankly.
Suddenly, a large group of people appeared in the corridor and walked into the classroom one by one. When all of them entered the classroom, the classroom door was almost full.
"You call this a person?"
Cao Bin looked at Lin Yuan blankly. Could it be that he was calling in a class
Lin Yuan was also surprised. The leader was Zhong Yu, but the group of people behind Zhong Yu seemed to be students he had taught in his painting club.
Zhong Yu smiled and said: "Great God."
Lin Yuan nodded and said without further ado: "Time is a bit tight, could you please help me sort out the paints?"
Zhong Yu was thinking about the composition of the blackboard newspaper at this time, so he didn't hear Lin Yuan's words clearly, and said quickly: "Time is a bit tight, someone come and prepare the paint, and also remember to get some water, everyone do your job and hurry up..."
While talking.
Zhong Yu took out his mobile phone and looked up the composition on the Internet. Blackboard newspapers are actually an art of copying, and all you have to do is find a good picture.
A few minutes later.
Zhong Yu found a picture that he was quite satisfied with, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at the blackboard in a daze, as if they were stupid.
"What's wrong?"
Zhong Yu also looked at the blackboard, and then he saw an extremely shocking picture:
Lin Yuan was seen standing on neatly arranged chairs, holding a large brush, and applying a layer of base color at a very fast speed. He even skipped the process of chalk sketching. Then he used the large brush to quickly outline a mountain range with a strong sense of green and gray!
Two students were responsible for holding the paint box.
Lin Yuan changed to a thick brush, and without any thought, he dipped it in several shades of paint and mixed the colors accurately. Just by applying layer by layer of gradient, the three-dimensional sense of the mountains was displayed to the fullest!
Three minutes...
Seven minutes...
Fifteen minutes...
Thirty-two minutes...
Time flowed quietly, no one spoke, and everyone stared blankly at Lin Yuan writing in front of the blackboard. The art department's best gouache painters could only hold the paint box for Lin Yuan. However, no one was dissatisfied, and there seemed to be light in their eyes!
“Swish, swish, swish.”
Lin Yuan painted the most fierce paintings at the fastest speed. He seemed to be able to recite which pigments could be mixed into which colors. He did not seem to care about the underlying structure. Every stroke was so precise that it seemed as if the underlying sketch structure had already been laid out.
"bump."
Someone changed the paint palette, and the student who was holding the paint box also changed two, after all, holding the paint box so high would make his hands sore.
Lin Yuan concentrated his attention.
After deciding on the general tone, the brush numbers used later became smaller and smaller. There was a bamboo raft on the sea, and on the raft was a little man wearing a straw hat. With the strong contrast between light and dark, the painting seemed to be dynamic:
The mountains are dark green!
The waterfall is flowing!
The water is rushing!
The pine tree stands tall!
The sky is high and the clouds are deep!
Lin Yuan's state was unprecedentedly exaggerated. He had three pens in his arms, a pen in his mouth, and a pen in each hand. He threw away one after using it. Except for mixing paint, his eyes hardly ever left the blackboard.
There is an unknown building on the shore.
There are unknown fish swimming in the water.
There are crabs walking sideways on the beach.
The horizon is a white sail blown by the wind.
When the small paintbrush finished the last stroke, Lin Yuan felt his neck and wrists were sore, and he was in a state of extreme fatigue.
And on the blackboard.
The mountains and the sea are connected, the pine trees are hidden in the misty hillside, the colorful sunset is scattered all over the ground, and the seagulls and autumn water are the same color as the sky, unrestrained and heroic.
The pen falls and the wind and rain startle!
At this moment, the student who was responsible for holding paint for Lin Yuan, the student who was responsible for handing the pen to Lin Yuan, the student who was responsible for getting water for Lin Yuan, and the student who was responsible for washing the palette for Lin Yuan, had two conflicting feelings in their hearts.
Honor, and inferiority.