On the contrary, it is a big play.
There are several groups of still lifes in the studio. Most of the fruits on display are fake, and a few are real. From fresh to shriveled, they are thrown away and replaced with fresh ones, and sometimes they are eaten by others.
Lin Mao stole a small orange and found a fake to replace it. He quickly destroyed the corpse and wiped out the traces, and turned his drawing board to Huang Dan's side, "Shu Ran, how's it going?"
Huang Dan threw his paintbrush in the bucket and took time to take a look, "The color is dirty, there is no inherent color."
Lin Mao scratched his hair, "Damn, help me change it."
Huang Dan said, "The paint is a little hard to cover. I'll try it when your painting is dry."
Huang Dan only changed a bunch of grapes for Lin Mao, and he jumped in his painting, and anyone with a discerning eye could see the fame.
Lin Mao's eyes narrowed, and the little abacus tapped, "If you change one, it's better not to change it. The teacher will come over later, and he will definitely know that I didn't draw it."
Zhou Jiaojiao probed, "Don't worry, the teacher won't read when he comes, I'm afraid I'll be blinded."
Lin Mao, "..."
Zhou Jiaojiao asked Huang Dan to look at the painting, "Shu Ran, look at what I painted this afternoon, isn't it good?"
Huang Dan said, "There should be some violets in the reflection in the dark part."
Zhou Jiaojiao's comprehension is not bad, she can understand it as soon as she says it, and she can grasp it when she understands it. She hooked Violet Lan and made a few strokes in the reflection, "It's done."
Throwing the pen and palette into the bucket, Zhou Jiaojiao coquettishly said to her father, "Dad, I'm hungry, go and buy me something to eat."
Father Zhou said angrily, "I know what to eat all day long."
Having said that, he walked out of the studio without delay to buy food for his daughter.
Xia Wei sighed and used pure white paint to highlight a large piece, "Jiaojiao, I really envy you, my dad doesn't care about my life or death."
Zhou Jiaojiao's ponytail stopped, "Envy me? What a joke, my dad stares at me like a prisoner every day, can't go here, can't go there, didn't you see?"
Xia Wei began to tick a white line in the reflection of everything, and it couldn't flash, "I don't know happiness when I live in happiness."
Zhou Jiaojiao snorted, "I really don't know who is in the midst of happiness and does not know happiness."
"Look for yourself, there are a few of the Marley's that can be used in the studio. I buy more than a dozen bottles of white paint at a time, it doesn't matter who uses it, and your famous brand clothes are not heavy, Xia Wei, Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
Xia Wei laughed, "Jiaojiao, this time I finally admit that you are jealous of me."
Zhou Jiaojiao's face flushed red, and she said angrily, "I'm too lazy to take care of you when I'm sick!"
Huang Dan next to him was surprised. He came here yesterday. So far, he has seen these two girls have similar quarrels many times, sneering from time to time, but never really turned his face.
Lin Mao and Shen Liang were the same, but they didn't really do anything.
There seems to be some kind of connection between these people, in addition to the relationship between learning painting in the studio, so that no matter what, they will not be completely deadlocked.
After a while, Xia Wei's cell phone rang, she picked up the phone and dragged the bag away with one hand, "Are you in the car? I'll pick you up, it's alright, I've drawn it all, really, don't care what they do Ah? Can't I just go alone..."
Lin Mao came back from the toilet and brushed shoulders with Xia Wei. Hearing her words, he ran in and called Shen Liang, "walk around, go to the car to pick up Chen Shi!"
Shen Liang was scraping the dried paint from the paint box with a knife, and said without raising his head, "How about taking him as an ancestor? I'm going to go to you, but I won't go."
Lin Mao took down his knife, "What's wrong with you, you have to go out to a restaurant together at night."
Shen Liang was hugged by Lin Mao and walked outside, "I have no money on me."
Lin Mao said, "When the time comes, I will share your share. It's interesting enough. If you are a brother, don't be bibi anymore."
Huang Dan's voice came from behind, "Lin Mao, you didn't take your bag."
When Lin Mao heard the words, he immediately ran back and took the canvas bag. He was also very hot-headed and then said, "Shu Ran, are you going?"
Just as Huang Dan was about to speak, Zhou Jiaojiao rushed in front of him and said, "That's from your school, and Shu Ran doesn't know him, so he won't join in the fun, maybe he'll stick his hot face to his cold butt, isn't he Shu? Of course."
Lin Mao said, "That's fine, I'll go first..."
Huang Dan interrupted Lin Mao, "My gouache painting is over, there is nothing else to do anyway."
Zhou Jiaojiao watched them go out together, and couldn't help but said to her father, "That repeater must be very arrogant, why did Shu Ran go? Isn't that making me uncomfortable?"
Father Zhou said, "It's not a bad thing to have more friends."
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