In the next few days, Xiao Yiheng found that other students in the winter camp looked at him differently.
It used to be a vague repulsion, but now it is a strong curiosity.
Surrounded by those eyes, Xiao Yiheng thought he was some kind of magical and rare animal.
Amy, who was screaming, missed her mouth and told Xiao Yiheng that everyone found his information on the Internet.
Amy asked, "You study and draw, do you have forty-eight hours a day?"
Xiao Yiheng: "Of course not, I'm just smarter than the average person, so I can do more with less."
"..." said Amy, "you're so rude."
In the evening, Xiao Yiheng and Li Cheng called and told him about the winter camp.
Li Cheng burst into laughter: "I really want to see your classmate's expression, it must be wonderful."
Li Cheng thought for a while, and found that he had accepted Xiao Yiheng's "all-rounder" so easily at the beginning. He didn't even think about how Xiao Yiheng could balance study and painting, as if it was a matter of course for him to be so good.
Xiao Yiheng asked, "How about you, did anything interesting happen?"
Li Cheng: "There are no interesting things, but there are things I hate... I met a white-skinned orangutan in the in-house restaurant before!"
Li Cheng muttered bad words about the racist athlete for a long time. Xiao Yiheng's expression became more serious the more he listened. If it wasn't for the long distance, he would have given Li Cheng a hard lesson for that bastard.
"Recently, when we were doing daily training in the pool, we also saw that bastard. As soon as he took off his clothes, his chest hair was hanging down to his stomach. When I looked at it from a distance, I thought that their Australian athletes were wearing one-piece swimming suits. Li Cheng complained, "But that bastard does have two brushes. I secretly paid attention to his 100-meter score, and he was on par with me!"
Xiao Yiheng teased him: "Why, brother Li is worried that he won't be able to win him?"
"How is that possible!" Li Cheng really hit the trick, "A difficult challenge is interesting, and besides, I'm a good person, can't even an orangutan who can only swim?"
Xiao Yiheng laughed out loud.
The two chatted for a while, and Xiao Yiheng told Li Cheng that now Li Cheng has become an internet celebrity on the short video website, and tens of millions of people have watched Li Cheng's pick-up video.
Li Cheng was triumphant: "Of course I know about this, my younger brother told me already!"
Li Cheng didn't have time to browse the short video website, but his younger brothers had time. The younger brothers downloaded the pickup videos from various angles and passed them on to Li Cheng. Not to mention, some up masters are very powerful. They add soundtracks and filters to small videos. After watching it, Li Cheng will be obsessed with his handsome and compelling self.
Li Cheng enthusiastically passed those short videos to Xiao Yiheng, and let him enjoy them a lot. It is best to watch them three times a day, and they will dream when they see them at night.
Xiao Yiheng said, "Even if I don't watch it, I will still dream of you at night."
Li Cheng was curious: "What do you dream of me?"
"I dreamed you didn't wear clothes—"
Li Cheng was embarrassed: "you you you you you you!!"
Xiao Yiheng: "—Be my mannequin."
Li Cheng: "..." He became annoyed, "Don't pant when you talk! And when you're a model, you're a model, so why do you have to emphasize that you don't wear clothes?"
Alpha's tone was innocent: "Because all the mannequins in the Academy of Fine Arts don't wear clothes."
Li Cheng was shocked: "No clothes at all?"
"The human body is very delicate. If you don't take off your clothes, how can you see the texture of the skin and the texture of the muscles?" Xiao Yiheng's tone was very serious, "This is art, orange, don't think about it."
How could Li Cheng not be cranky? His cheeks were bulging, and the little sun in the world was pissed off by the little vinegar jar in the world.
Although Li Cheng had heard before that art students had to draw luo body models, but when he thought of Xiao Yiheng staring at other people's bodies for hours, he felt jealous.
He pretended to be generous and asked, "Do you paint men and women?"
Xiao Yiheng didn't know what he was thinking, so he deliberately said, "The one I drew yesterday was a female omega."
Li Cheng: "!!!"
Gan, I knew this earlier, when Xiao Yiheng asked him to be a model before, he shouldn't be wiggling his clothes, he should take it off! It's better to be naked! Xiao Yiheng from the province arrived in the capital and wanted to see other omegas.
Li Cheng asked sourly, "How is your painting, are you very happy?"
Xiao Yiheng: "Fortunately, it's just a little difficult. The model's skin is too loose, and they are all piled up together, making it very complicated to draw."
"… sagging skin?"
"Yeah," Xiao Yiheng's expression was serious, but the smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him, "After all, she is a grandmother in her sixties, and this is the first time I have contact with models of this age."
Li Cheng: "..."
Li Cheng was so angry that he yelled, and he finally realized that Xiao Yiheng was playing him on purpose!
The two talked on the phone again without beginning or end and even more nutritious topics. It was not until the door behind Li Cheng was knocked that he reluctantly said goodbye to Xiao Yiheng, and then hung up the phone.
Li Cheng hid in the bathroom of his room and called Xiao Yiheng. As soon as he hid in the bathroom, he hid for more than half an hour, and his phone became hot. He put away his mobile phone and opened the toilet door.
Outside the door, Chen Miao, with curly hair on her back and a mask on her face, said curiously, "Li Cheng, you are finally willing to come out! I almost thought you were sucked out of the toilet!"
Li Cheng: "Go, go, I'm jumping around."
Chen Miao: "Since you're fine, come out as soon as possible. The team doctor and coach will come to the room soon."
As Chen Miao said, within a few minutes, there was a burst of voices outside the house. Li Cheng opened the door and saw the team doctor and two coaches standing outside their house, holding equipment for measuring body temperature and blood pressure.
This game is very important. They are going out for the country and they must adjust their physical condition. Every night the team doctor comes to check on them to make sure they don't have any discomfort.
The team doctor held the earphone and "beeped" in Chen Miao's and Li Cheng's ears respectively. He looked at the values above and frowned slightly.
"37°2... What's the matter, Li Cheng, you've had a low-grade fever for several days in a row." The team doctor frowned, "I thought you had a low-grade fever when you just arrived abroad, thinking that you should rely on your own immunity. You can go down without taking medicine, but if you continue to have a low fever now, this is a big problem."
The team doctor took out the blood pressure measurement equipment. The values showed that Li Cheng's blood pressure and heartbeat were higher than those in China. Although it was only a little higher, at this time, he still needed to pay attention.
Li Cheng said blankly: "But I don't feel any discomfort... I didn't feel dizzy, nor did I vomit or have diarrhea. I felt that my whole body had endless strength, and I walked lightly."
Coach Yu also told the team doctor that Li Cheng has been training very well recently, but he seems to talk more than usual.
Li Cheng: "Is there? I usually talk a lot."
The team doctor pondered: "The inexplicable excitement, the rise in body temperature, the rapid heartbeat... So it seems that it should not be sick."
Excessive excitement is not good for athletes. During the competition, one needs to be tight on the outside and loose on the inside, and the body needs to be excited, but the emotions must be kept stable and the mind calm, so as to achieve better results.
A guess appeared in the team doctor's mind, but out of prudence, he did not rashly say this guess. He just drew a little blood from Li Cheng and said that he would take it away for testing, and the result would come out the next day.
"Okay, you can smoke." Li Cheng stretched out his arm calmly. He is in such a good condition now, how could he be sick.
…
Li Cheng didn't tell Xiao Yiheng about the blood test, for fear that he would be worried. However, at this time, Xiao Yiheng threw himself on the drawing board, and did not notice Li Cheng's cover.
During the three-week winter camp, Huaguo Academy of Fine Arts arranged hundreds of hours of copying and sketching classes for the students.
Outdoor sketching will not be done until snow falls, so for the time being they can only create indoors.
Although the students' creative direction is different, some are oil painting, some are Chinese painting, some are gouache and watercolor, but no matter what direction, the foundation is essential.
Early this morning, when Xiao Yiheng came to the studio with the drawing board on his back, the teacher announced that he would draw a sculpture today.
However, this sculpture is not David, who has been painted thousands of times, but a work created by a well-known sculpture master from the Huaguo Academy of Fine Arts.
This work is called "Hand", and the theme of the work is a pair of weather-beaten hands. The inspiration for the creation comes from the story of the famous painter Dürer and his brother in the fifteenth century: Dürer and his brother both love painting. From ancient times to the present, learning painting has been an extremely expensive thing. So Dürer and his brother tossed a coin, and in the end Dürer got the opportunity to study, while the older brother had to go to the mine to earn tuition for his younger brother. Later, when Dürer returned from his studies and became famous, he decided to sell paintings to send his brother to study. However, due to his many years of working in the mines, his joints were swollen and his fingers were injured, so he could not afford to create those delicate works...
The senior brother used this story as a prototype to create the sculpture "Hand", which won several awards. Some collectors wanted to pay huge sums of money to buy this work, but the senior brother donated it to the internal exhibition hall of his alma mater. This winter camp, the teacher specially moved this work to the studio for everyone to paint.
The booth was already set up. The students moved their drawing boards to find their positions, took their pens, and began to observe and draw.
Xiao Yiheng looked very carefully.
He knows the background of the creation of this work, and he has also seen Dürer's "Praying Hands". The emotions expressed in the two works are the same. This pair of hands carved from mountain rocks is rough but delicate. The knuckles are swollen, the nails are deformed, the fingertips are covered with calluses, and the backs of the hands are covered with layers of scars and even blood scabs that have just healed. The two hands stretched upwards, as if holding up hope, but also as if they were touching an unreachable dream.
Light falls on this sculpture, creating a very complex light and shadow. The instructor walks around in the crowd, guiding everyone while walking.
The people around him started to write soon, and Xiao Yiheng was much later than everyone else before he started to paint.
However, his painting speed was very fast, and soon it took shape and began to describe in depth.
Drawing can be slow or fast, if fast enough, a sketch can be completed in three hours; if crafted carefully, it may take a few weeks to complete a sketch. This time, the teacher asked them to slow down as much as possible to sculpt, study, and explore at the slowest speed, so they sat in front of the sculpture for a whole day.
The next morning, Amy got up early and didn't even bother to eat breakfast. She hurried to the studio to continue to finish her painting, and she was going to compete for the "first place in the morning". Who would have thought that when she arrived, there was already another figure in the studio.
Xiao Yiheng sat behind the drawing board, and when he saw Amy coming, he nodded at him, even if he said hello.
"What time did you arrive in the morning?" Amy looked at her watch and decided to try to come earlier than Xiao Yiheng.
Xiao Yiheng replied, "I didn't leave last night."
Amy: "..." She was shocked. Looking closely, Xiao Yiheng really had some red blood in his eyes, and there were also slight shadows under his eyes. "Please, this time is not the final assessment, it's just a daily training session. Even if you want to get the final recommended spot, you don't need to work hard from now on, right?"
Xiao Yiheng didn't answer.
She, and everyone in the studio, would never know how much Xiao Yiheng values the opportunity of this winter camp.
They each painted for a while, during which some students came one after another. In winter, the north is bright and late, and the winter camp class time is also late. It is almost 8:30, and only one third of the students are in the classroom.
At this moment, an unexpected figure appeared outside the classroom - Dean Lin actually came to see them!
Dean Lin is very old and has long stopped taking students. His existence is more like a "symbol" of Huaguo Academy of Fine Arts. The students never imagined that Dean Lin would come to the studio.
Everyone was very excited, and hurriedly stood up and greeted Dean Lin. Although Dean Lin is old, he is in high spirits. He wears a three-piece suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His white beard is neatly groomed and very elegant.
Dean Lin walked into the studio and looked at the students' paintings one by one. Occasionally, he stopped at a painting to make a brief comment and pointed out the students' shortcomings and problems. When he walked to Amy's painting, Amy was so excited that her pink hair was turning red. Dean Lin took a pen and slightly modified two places on her painting. Expression, can't wait to frame the painting as a family heirloom.
Dean Lin walked around to have a look, and finally, he slowly walked in front of Xiao Yiheng.
The whole class suddenly fell silent - it is rumored that Xiao Yiheng knew Dean Lin's students, and got the recommendation letter written by Dean Lin before entering this winter camp. Dean Lin came to the studio this time to see Xiao Yiheng, right?
If Xiao Yiheng knew what they were thinking, he would have no choice but to refute the rumor: he did get a letter of recommendation from Dean Lin, but he never met Dean Lin from beginning to end. Teacher Qiu Xian told him that Dean Lin was just cherishing his talents and gave him a chance to enroll. As for whether Xiao Yiheng can seize this opportunity in the future, that is Xiao Yiheng's own business, and Dean Lin will not interfere too much. After all, at the age of President Lin, he has seen too many "genius boys", but not all geniuses can become talents, and there are still a large number of them.
Under the gaze of all the students in the class, Dean Lin stopped in front of Xiao Yiheng's painting. He stared at the drawing board quietly, his eyes full of wisdom inspected every line on the drawing, Xiao Yiheng stood humbly, waiting for his advice.
Finally, Dean Lin spoke up. But he asked an irrelevant question.
"Little classmate, what's your name?" He looked sideways at the young alpha beside him, with a kind tone.
Xiao Yiheng was taken aback and replied, "Xiao Yiheng."
"Xiao Yiheng?..." Dean Lin recalled for a few seconds, "I remember, you are Qiu Xian's student?"
"Yes, Teacher Qiu is my tutor."
Dean Lin nodded with a kind smile: "Yes. You should call her senior sister in the future."
After saying this, Dean Lin raised his hand and patted Xiao Yiheng on the shoulder, then left with a smile.
As soon as Dean Lin left, the studio exploded.
The buzzing here, the buzzing there, the murmurs converged, and the center of the discussion was the sentence left by Dean Lin.
Dean Lin's meaning is very clear - he is very optimistic about Xiao Yiheng, and thinks that he has the ability to enter the Academy of Fine Arts!
Dean Lin stood in front of Xiao Yiheng's painting for so long, without commenting or helping him change the painting. Could it be that Xiao Yiheng's painting is really so perfect
Amy couldn't contain her curiosity, she ran over rashly, and ran directly to Xiao Yiheng: "I want to see your painting!..."
Before she could finish speaking, her voice suddenly disappeared.
She stood in front of the drawing board, staring blankly at the works on the drawing paper, trying to speak countless times, but the words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say a word.
If one word is used to describe Xiao Yiheng's work, Amy can only think of two words - "restraint".
They refer to the same sculpture, but it doesn't mean that everyone's paintings are exactly the same. Just as there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers, so there will be a thousand Davids in the eyes of a thousand painters.
Sketching is the foundation of the foundation, but in fact, it also belongs to the category of artistic creation, and there is no "absolute" objective reality. Painters have different personal experiences and create different psychological states, so the same things in their eyes will also draw different "shapes".
The sculpture they painted is called "Hand", and there is a story behind it. Everyone knows this story in advance, and naturally there will be different interpretations. When they write, they will involuntarily substitute subjective colors.
For example, Amy was very angry with the painter's brother, and felt that he sacrificed himself to fulfill her brother, so when she wrote, every stroke was very hard, and even unconsciously increased the distortion of the hand joints. Her background was painted very dark, and her hands seemed to be sticking out of the darkness. The whole painting looks angry and full of anger at the injustice of fate.
And most of the classmates in this studio are the same.
But Xiao Yiheng's paintings express the opposite emotions. His paintings are restrained, rational, restrained, and calm. In the face of fate's tricks, he readily accepts them, but does not surrender.
There was an indescribable power in those hands. Amy stood in front of the painting, as if she really saw a pair of hands pierced through hundreds of years of time, reaching out from the dark mine, bringing a hopeful light.
In artistic creation, basic brushwork and painting skills are very important, but "expression" is more important.
Painting skills can be practiced, but the improvement of "expression" is extremely difficult. Some people gradually learn to express with age and experience; there are other people who know how to express by nature... And the latter kind of people are collectively referred to as "genius".
No wonder. Amy thought, no wonder President Lin saw Xiao Yiheng's painting and decided that he could enter the Academy of Fine Arts...
Amy murmured, "Xiao Yiheng, the Qiu Xian you mentioned just now is Dean Lin's student and your teacher?"
"Yes." Xiao Yiheng said, "Mr. Qiu took me to the entrance."
Amy: "But why have I never heard that Dean Lin has such a powerful student?" Someone like Xiao Yiheng must be an excellent painter who is strict and sharp.
Xiao Yiheng replied: "Mr. Qiu is indeed not well-known in the industry. She is now an art teacher in Huacheng No. 1 Middle School."
"...Are you kidding me?" Amy didn't believe it at all. In her opinion, Xiao Yiheng must be under the tutelage of a famous teacher, and that Qiu Xian must be a well-known painter in the industry. How could she be an ordinary art teacher in a high school
Xiao Yiheng: "I'm not kidding, I didn't start painting until I was in high school."
Amy: "… "
Damn, when she was just learning to walk, she picked up a paintbrush under the urging of her parents, and she was almost as old as her when she was painting! But this guy Xiao Yiheng has only learned to draw for three years after all the calculations?
What kind of monster is she being classmates with
…
Across the ocean. The day of the competition is getting closer, there are more and more players from all over the world in the dormitory area, and the atmosphere in the team has gradually become solemn from the relaxed at the beginning.
After Li Cheng finished training, Coach Yu called him to his dormitory with a serious look.
In the coach's dormitory, the team doctor sat at the table with several reports spread out in front of him.
Li Cheng was taken aback by this battle. He glanced at the report. It was full of colorful letters and various zigzag lines. How could he understand this kind of thing? Seriously, he realizes this is definitely not good news.
"Coach Yu, what's wrong?" Li Cheng swallowed and stood up straight, "If you have anything, just say it, I can bear it."
Coach Yu said, "Li Cheng, the blood you took yesterday was detected."
When Li Cheng heard it, he said, "I... Could it be that I'm really sick?"
Wouldn't it be an incurable disease? He's not yet eighteen, he just fell in love, he didn't win the world championship, he still has a sister and a duck to take care of! !
"It's worse than being sick." The team doctor said solemnly, "Li Cheng, I have found the reason why you have been having a low-grade fever and high mood recently-because you are about to become an adult, so your boom period is earlier."
Li Cheng: "..."
Li Cheng: "???"
Li Cheng: "!!!"
What a joke, has he been a five-element criminal pheromone in his life? His boom period was earlier than the last provincial competition. At that time, it was Xiao Yiheng who bit him and gave him a temporary mark to suppress the boom.
But now that he and Xiao Yiheng are separated by 108,000 miles, he can't let Xiao Yiheng give up the winter camp and fly to Australia for him, right
The team doctor said slowly: "There are several solutions in front of us now. The first solution is also the best solution, which is to let the alpha that temporarily marked you last time fly over and make another temporary mark for you. Two The alphas of the secondary markers are all the same person, and the pheromone fits perfectly, which can help you better.”
Li Cheng immediately rejected: "This will not work."
Now is Xiao Yiheng's most critical time, and he can't delay him no matter what.
Team doctor: "The second way is to find an alpha in the team to help you make a temporary mark. Coach Yu said that you and Zhou Jian are usually very close, so why not..."
Li Cheng got goosebumps when he heard it, it's all messed up. His name was Li Cheng, but he wasn't called Li Gouquanke, so he didn't want to get involved with Zhou Jian. "Forget it, let's talk about the third way."
"The third way is, I'll give you a short-acting inhibitor directly, but—"
"That's it!" Li Cheng immediately rolled up his sleeves when he heard that there was such a simple way, "I believe in science and medicine, so choose this!"
At this moment, Coach Yu said, "Li Cheng, don't you want to hear about the side effects of inhibitors?"
The author has something to say:
Regarding "the same sculpture creates a completely different feeling", you can search Liu Xiaodong's "David" and Yu Hong's "David". Both are very famous painters and husband and wife. .
Yu Hong's "David" was created in four weeks during her freshman year at CAFA, and is known as "China's No. 1 David".
After reading these two paintings, you should have a more intuitive feeling.