Chapter 84

Dialing the phone, Lin Yuan asked, "do you have time now?"

Zhong Yu has a mobile phone between his ear and shoulder: "I'm eating in the canteen. If you have anything to do, please tell me."

Lin Yuan said: "after dinner, please take all the water powder tools and come to classroom 52 of the East building."

"What are you doing?"

"The blackboard newspaper."

Zhong Yu was stunned and immediately said, "I'll be there right away."

Finish saying, Zhong Yu rice also did not eat, stand up directly a way: "you a few follow me to set out."

"Ah?"

Many students next to Zhong Yu asked, "what's the matter?"

Zhong Yu said: "it seems that there is going to be a blackboard newspaper over there."

The crowd was stunned for a while: "Dashen is a sophomore. The blackboard newspaper of sophomore will be selected in the afternoon. Is it in a hurry?"

Zhong Yu has no good way: "what do you eat?"

All of a sudden, they burst into laughter: "yes, we have so many painting dogs together, and we can still be baffled by a blackboard newspaper. Is the God going to produce a water powder blackboard newspaper?"

"Well, copy the guy."

Zhong Yu started and sent a message in a group: "Dashen's class needs blackboard newspaper. Those who are good at gouache come to the classroom of composition department, classroom 52, East building."

Wow.

There was a strong response in the group.

"Wait, it's coming!"

"If the great God needs it, how dare he not come."

"Big God comes out blackboard newspaper, still need us this group of dish chicken?"

"Is it stupid? Dashen is good at sketching, not gouache. The two are not the same way."

"Yes, I didn't expect that I would be needed by the great God one day."

"It's time for Dashen to have a look at my gouache technique. I want to use my gouache strength to recover the dignity I lost in front of Dashen when I sketched!"

"Calm down, blackboard newspaper can't use so many people."

"Well, I'll take a few less. Let's go to the best gouache."

"There are still a few hours to go before the blackboard selection. Seven or eight people are more than enough."

“……”

The group is undoubtedly very lively.

Because the name of this group is the letter "L".

The rest of the people in the canteen did not eat any more. They started with Zhong Yu one by one. They were also Lin Yuan's sketch students.

"Who are you looking for?"

In the classroom of composition department, Cao Bin looks at Lin Yuan's phone call in amazement.

Lin Yuan said: "a friend of the painting department."

"What's the age?"

"Junior."

When Cao Bin grew up, he was overjoyed: "yes, who can finish blackboard newspaper in such a short time can only be a member of the painting department, and also an experienced junior! You remember to ask more people to come out together, we still have hope! "

Lin Yuan said, "I called one."

Cao Bin was impatient: "one is not enough. There must be several more people. Otherwise, the time can't catch up. Can you call your friends again and ask the seniors of the painting department to come. After all, there is such a big blackboard, and you may not know the seriousness of this matter. Yan Mengjia suspended school for some time last semester because of her health, so her credits are not enough Now she is the organizer of the blackboard newspaper. If the blackboard newspaper gets good grades, she can get credit rewards. You know the rules of our school, if the credits are not enough, she won't be allowed to graduate at all. In fact, she is very painful when the blackboard newspaper goes wrong this time, but she doesn't blame the students on duty... "

The more Cao Bin said, the more urgent he was.

He is really a good monitor.

But then, Cao Bin's voice suddenly stopped and looked out of the window.

A large number of people suddenly appeared in the corridor and entered the classroom one by one. When they all entered the classroom, the door of the teacher was almost too crowded.

"You call this a man?"

Cao Bin gave Lin Yuan a silly look.

Lin Yuan was surprised that Zhong Yu was the leader, but the group behind him seemed to be all the students who had been taught by his own painting society.

Zhong Yu said with a smile, "great God."

Lin Yuan nodded, no nonsense: "time is a bit in a hurry, please help me sort out the paint."

At this time, Zhong Yu was thinking about the composition of the blackboard newspaper, so that he didn't listen to Qing Linyuan's words. He just agreed: "time is really in a hurry. Come and prepare the paint. In addition, remember to fetch some water..."

In the middle of a conversation.

Zhong Yu takes out his mobile phone and checks the composition on the Internet. The blackboard newspaper is actually an art of copying, as long as you find a good picture.

In a few minutes.

Zhong Yu found a more satisfactory picture, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at the blackboard, as if he were stupid.

"What's the matter?"

Zhong Yu also looks at the blackboard, and then he sees a very shocking picture:Lin Yuan was standing on a neat chair, holding a large brush and laying a layer of background color at a very fast speed. Even the process of chalk sketch structure was directly omitted, and then he used the large brush to quickly outline a mountain with a strong charm of blue and gray!

Two students are responsible for holding the paint box.

Lin Yuan changed his thick brush and did not have to think about it at all. He dipped a few colors again and accurately adjusted the colors. As soon as he started, he showed the three-dimensional feeling of the mountains incisively and vividly!

Three minutes

Seven minutes

Fifteen minutes

Thirty two minutes

Time is flowing quietly. No one is talking. Everyone is staring at Lin Yuan's blackboard and waving. The group of people who are the best at painting gouache in the art department can only be reduced to the role of paint box for Lin YuanJu. However, no one is dissatisfied. Their eyes seem to have light!

"Shua Shua."

Lin Yuan paints the most ruthless paintings with the fastest speed. He seems to be able to recite which pigments can be made into which colors. He doesn't seem to care about the structure of the bottom layer. Every stroke can be accurate, as if the sketch structure of the bottom layer has been laid there.

"Touch."

Someone changed a color palette, and the students holding the color box also changed two. After all, holding the color box high would be very sour.

Lin Yuan was absorbed.

After setting the general tone, the number of brushes used in the back becomes smaller and smaller. On the sea is a bamboo raft, and on the bamboo raft are little people with straw hats. Under the strong contrast of light and shade, the painting seems to be dynamic:

Castle Peak black!

The waterfall flies!

The water is fast!

Jinsong stands up!

The sky is high and the clouds are deep!

Lin Yuan's state is unprecedentedly exaggerated. He has three pens in his arms, one in his mouth, one in his left and one in his right hand. He loses one when he runs out of it. Besides mixing the paint, his eyes almost never leave the blackboard.

On the bank are unknown buildings.

The water is an unknown fish.

There are crabs walking across the beach.

The horizon is a white sail blown by the wind.

When the trumpet brush finished the last sketch, Lin Yuan felt that his neck was sour, his wrist was sour, and he was extremely tired.

And on the blackboard.

The mountains and the sea are already connected, the pine trees are hidden in the cloud and mist, the colorful sunset is scattered on the ground, and the seagulls and the autumn water share the same color of the sky.

The pen falls to startle the wind and rain!

At this moment, the students in charge of painting for Lin Yuan, the students in charge of handing pen to Lin Yuan, the students in charge of drawing water for Lin Yuan, and the students in charge of washing the palette for Lin Yuan were entangled by two feelings.

Honor and inferiority.