Since learning to paint, Wang Foer has been honestly instilled countless times. A painting is always complete. Drawing for an hour has an hour, a layer of painting for a year, a layer of painting for a year, a layer of painting for a year...

It has been a long time since I touched the brush, and after doing this, Wang Foer gradually immersed in his creative enthusiasm. If he didn't like art, he would not have applied for this major. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his freshman year and sophomore year. During that time, he was in the studio every day, facing the scenery, and was always enjoying it, and his study career was still a long time.

Gypsum bodies, stigmas, plaster figures, fruit bottles, plates and plates, and sometimes people even joke about throwing their pants, clothes, glasses, and other personal belongings onto the drawing table and everyone draws them. Once, a female classmate even kneaded a ball of newspapers there, comparing them with a few students to see who can draw the newspaper to the most realistic level.

Wang Fo'er even remembered that the group of newspapers he drew at that time could even read a few lines of news, and the photos on the newspaper were vivid. Everyone was still having fun, taking a photo of the painting and the real object, and comparing it to others. That was the painting, and that was the real object...

"Huh!"

Before he knew it, it was already dark. When Wang Foer saw the picture was blurry, he realized that he was too involved.

He threw down his brush, and Wang Foer shook his wrist and looked around. He found that Yan Jiangnan had disappeared, and a ball of light quietly ignited, driving away the darkness in the house.

"This young man is really awesome. This painting is so realistic, but Youqin has never seen it before. I wonder who you are learning from?"

"Oh! My teacher is a famous teacher in the country, Jia Difei from the Academy of Arts..."

"A Difei? The little woman has never heard of the name of this master! She is really a little ignorant."

"Haha! It's weird that you've heard it."

Wang Foer lost his mouth for a moment and reported the name of the professor he was studying in the Art Academy. He knew something was wrong, so he smiled and refused to tell anyone in detail.

Under the light, a girl of seven or eight or nine years old, holding a golden lamp in one hand and holding her sleeves in her plain hands. Even though Wang Foer was used to seeing a beautiful woman, she felt aroused in her heart.

"Skin is like cream, eyebrows are like distant darkness, waist is like constraints, eyes are like autumn water... I rarely see such a beautiful and clean girl!"

"The lotus comes out of the clear water, and you naturally don't carve it! You Qin Wenying is indeed a great beauty. Let's sign it back. I originally meant to be your fan in the future, so I will be called You Qin Fan!"

cough!

After hearing what Wang Foer said, Aunt Yun, who had been watching for a long time, hurriedly spoke up to remind her. She informed Youqin Wenying of an unusual level of painting Wang Foer on the spot, but she never left.

Although Wang Foer was too young, Aunt Yun was still afraid that the child who knew how to go to prostitutes at the age of six would say something very unbearable, so she was ashamed of Qin Wenying's face.

"There are piano fans, and the name here is so interesting. I wonder if you can use the little girl to appreciate this painting for several days?"

Youqin Wenying smiled and held the lamp. She was also a little confused and didn't know how to deal with it. This "guest" had to make an excuse casually. Wang Foer shrugged and said casually: "What's the point of borrowing this kind of exercise? I'll give it to you. But why is my companion missing there now?"

Aunt Yun saw that although Wang Foer came here, she didn't care much when she saw Youqin Wenying. She laughed in her heart: "It's true that she is a child, she just makes fun of her and doesn't understand Fengyue." She didn't know that although Youqin Wenying's appearance was outstanding, she was not astonished to modern college students who had been bombarded with a large number of beautiful women's information.

Moreover, Wang Foer is no longer a newbie to pick up girls. He has had more than a dozen girlfriends. He has a deep understanding of the famous quotes about picking up girls, "No matter how bold you are, you must be more bold, and you will succeed." He knows that the more tight you are, the more you are, the lower you will be, showing that you are willing to go up the mountain of oil and cut into the pot for you, the less you will be treated as something by others.

Although Qin Wenying is indeed a stunning beauty, Wang Foer can also act freely and deal with it easily and appropriately.

A Qin Wenying took Wang Foer's painting and found that his little poem had been completely covered. There was a bluestone in the place where the poem was written, which was rugged and beautiful. He sighed in his heart, saying that Wang Foer did not look down on his words, and did not know that Wang Foer was learning Western art, not like Chinese painting, and had to leave blank space. This is just a composition technique.

When Wang Foer asked about Yan Jiangnan, Youqin Wenying smiled and said, "Which young man is betting with someone is in another competition. Do you want to go and see?"

"What did he compete with others? Could it be... the competition of the mechanism is not successful?"

What King Foer is most interested in when he comes to this world is the mechanism that can be created by all the strange things in the legend. He has always been very curious about the bronze rings of corpse-killing and the fire dragon chariot in his hands. If it weren't for the two things that could not be destroyed at critical moments, he would have dismantled them and found out what the secret is?

"I want to go, I want to go, you can lead me!"

Wang Foer said casually, "Wen Wenying's Tings, but her color changed slightly. Although she was a singing girl in Yanyunlou, all the people who came and went to and from high officials and nobles and rich scholars. Wang Foer was the first to shout like this.

"What's wrong? Don't you recognize the road? Aunt Yun, you come to lead the way. If you go late, you may not see the excitement."

Wang Foer looked unhappy when he saw Youqin Wenying's face. He only said what she was thinking? To him, all living beings are equal. It has nothing to do with being looked down on the road just now.

When he found that Wang Foer seemed to be careless, he let out a slight whisper after Qin Wenying! He sighed and said lightly: "I'll lead the way, not far away!"

"So, is this song that I won?"

After hearing this, Wang Foer was very disappointed. Yan Jiangnan said this clearly. The excitement had passed and he saw nothing. He stepped into the room at him, but he saw a zither in front of Yan Jiangnan. However, it was not his hands playing, but a mechanical doll that was only eight inches long.

The other side is a young man, and although he lost his face, he did not see any depression.
Chapter completed!