"Hey, stop drawing, it's time to eat!" The roommate patted the young man's shoulder from behind, "Oh my god, this thing on you is... scary, brother!"
Xie Ning didn't even turn his head and rolled his eyes.
"Bring me one," he blew his bangs away, the corners of his mouth were covered with cheese powder from the Cheetos corn rings, dyeing his skin yellow, "I don't want to go down, I really don't have time."
"Do you run a paint shop? There are marks all over your body. Next time my paint paint paint paint is empty, I'll use it on you." My roommate said with disdain.
Xie Ning dipped the palette and carefully spread the woman's soft and dim skin color on the canvas.
"Your hands are already dirty, and you still have the nerve to say that to me?" Xie Ning bared her teeth, wanting to take a paintbrush and slap two big strokes on her roommate's apron, which looked like a masculine man. "Get out of here!"
The roommate was from Shandong, and his appearance fit the public's stereotypical image of a tough guy with a leopard head, round eyes, and a burly figure. Every time Xie Ning saw him holding a paintbrush that was not even as thick as his little finger, she would feel an unbearable toothache.
The good man took off his apron, turned around and left: "Okay, then I'll just buy the meal for myself."
"Good brother, please stay for a while!" Xie Ning came back to her senses and hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay, "Go and bring me a portion of chicken wonton soup. I'll hold a seat here for you."
The roommate frowned and replied in a powerful voice, "Is this seat reserved for me alone, or does it belong to everyone else? If it's not reserved for me alone, then I don't want it."
Xie Ning: “…”
Xie Ning: "Hey! Where did this evil monster come from? Go get the hot water for the chicken wonton soup so I can exorcise the evil spirits!"
The evildoer was afraid that the paintbrush in his hand was about to splash water, so he screamed without any courage and went to the cafeteria to get his meal.
After a while, Xie Ning wet the tip of her pen again and looked at her roommate's empty stool. It was almost time for homework to be handed in, and the studio was full of students who were in a hurry to catch up. If you weren't careful, the stool would be taken away by someone else.
He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and carefully examined the canvas in front of him. The woman's face had taken shape, but the contrast of light and shadow was still lacking something...
Xie Ning mixed some lemon yellow and sap green, pressed a little on his skin and spread it, then compared it with the color on the canvas. When he felt it was about right, he slowly applied two strokes.
In the dark brown and olive brown background, there seemed to be a steady dim light, covering the oval face of the woman in the painting. Her eyes and lips were hidden in the dark, and only the halo on the side of her cheek and the tip of her nose added a feather-like soft and peaceful expression to her, as if she was smiling slightly.
There has been progress. The brushstrokes and techniques used to handle the painting are much more natural than the previous ones. Xie Ning's brows relaxed, and his mood was like a thin yellow leaf, smoothly carried far away by the breeze.
The young man stopped writing with satisfaction and stretched his sore wrist. He looked at his painting, left and right, and gradually, his eyes could not help but sneak to the upper corner like an uncontrollable puppy.
Sitting in his position, he could just see half of a painting derived from the same photo. The girl who was painting had long black hair tied up, her sleeves tied up, and a few messy blue and purple lines on her arms. She was spinning the brush on the palette while chatting with the people around her with a smile.