Big outline, head, neck, hands, microphone, podium...
Then, hair, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth...
Su Song has studied art for several years, so painting a person is easy for her, not difficult. In a short while, the basic shape is all cured.
His appearance is vividly outlined by gray lines, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth is just right. Su Song is slightly satisfied. However, the moment he looked up again, he was dissatisfied again.
Looking down at the drawing, it's not right, the charm is not right. It needs to be revised in detail, but in a blink of an eye, it is no, the revision is not good either.
Su Song frowned in distress, twitched the corner of his mouth, and muttered in a low voice, "It's a terrible painting!" Then I heard the boy next to me press his voice and say, "The painting is very good."
The people on the stage, but almost all the girls in the school are staring at them!
Now, it's embarrassing to say that he was blatantly secretly painted and caught in a serious meeting celebration. However, Su Song was not embarrassed or ashamed of being caught, just turned his head to look at the person next to him naturally.
It was a boy with black framed eyes. He had a few pimples on his face, his hair was relatively short, and his chin had fine scum. He was wearing a dark gray round neck gown. Well, the typical men's clothing for science and engineering is also a good classmate who loves to learn.
The book on his desk has been closed by him, and he is closing the cap of the pen and then placing it on the book.
Su Song followed, and the book cover said "Topology".
Uh? My God, I haven't heard of it before, what discipline does this belong to
Su Song nodded at him, continued to twitch the corners of his mouth in distress, and returned with a very flat tone, "The eyes are not well drawn, very bad."
The boy looked up thoughtfully at the person in the stands, and asked back, "Really?"
However, there was no doubt in the tone, and even full of affirmations.
It must be very well painted.
Su Song thought, he probably just looked at the "topology" and saw that his brain was confused, so he wanted to get someone to talk to him boredly. So it means that such a boring conversation will be nutritious and endless.
Su Song doesn't like that meaninglessness, and just wants to continue to do his own thing. So he just nodded, and then lowered his head to continue to revise and modify, no time for him.
In my heart, he was stubbornly defending himself, God's hand, he was carefully crafted into the world, how can my hands be perfunctory.
So the distress dissipated, and I happily continued to change my painting.
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"It turns out that sophomore Su Song was so young and energetic!"
Su Song, now 23, muttered as he walked upstairs.
After the illness, she didn't like to remember the past. So throwing the warmth of the past behind, holding the cold of the moment, wandering in life.
Su Song returned to the room and took out the locked iron box, the box without the sky.
There lay a blank paper and a notebook inside.
That piece of paper was Wu Huaiyue who secretly painted at the celebration meeting in his sophomore year.
That notebook was written after I met Wu Huaiyue, some bits and pieces about him and himself.
Su Song looked at the person on the paper and laughed at himself, "After all, I still can't draw him well!"
Yes, after the meeting was over, Su Song went back to the bedroom and continued to retouch, but he couldn't draw it anyway, the feeling he wanted.
So I gave up.
Some people are naturally unwilling to be peaceful and picturesque.
He is.
In the world, it is precisely because of these people that the light is reflected in the light, and beauty drives the beauty.
They are always bewitching, and they are too powerful.
As a result, people who can always be content with chaos and mediocrity can easily lead them into the path of unwillingness to vulgarity, and start the journey of chasing light.
A mediocre life, a peaceful person, a person who is at a loss like Su Song, began to find that the feeling of throwing away the backpacks and paths given by his parents, and looking for the light to fly freely, is really good, and very good. Cool.
So, just run!
Don't look back, on a new road.
Keep running!
That's what Su Song told himself at that time.
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At that time, Su Song had just become a sophomore, although a year has passed. But in fact, she still didn't adapt well to college life.
Every day in class and after class, watching roommates fall in love, dating, playing online games, playing online games, watching. Everyone is so busy. Everyone rushes beautifully on the road of their choice, as if there is only oneself, like a broken kite in the wind.
Faced with the frame and frame set by the parents behind, I dare not go beyond one step. Therefore, it is different from the leisure night of high school life, always at a loss, always doing nothing, so the fear of the future also arises spontaneously.
What should I do from now on? Become an inevitable thinking every night.
When a person only worries about the answer but does not take actual action, there is only one consequence, and worry grows anxious.
When the anxiety reached a certain saturation point, how lucky, light appeared.
At that time, Wu Huaiyue who happened to appear was the light that brought her answers.