Chapter 70

Mr. Zhou is going to take in his apprentices. Several of his students are excited to come and see the excitement.

Everyone was surprised to find that a little girl in pink sportswear looked like a junior high school student.

If you can enter Mr. Zhou's studio, either you are the student that Mr. Zhou values among the graduate students of the Academy of fine arts every year, or your paintings have become very famous.

But this little girl looks like a junior high school student. What's her ability to let Mr. Zhou accept her as an apprentice?

Mr. Zhou said that if he wanted to worship him as a teacher last year, he had to give her a teacher worship test first.

After giving a theme about wind and sunshine, he sat by the window and drank tea, and everyone stood by to watch the play.

Qin Ning was sitting in front of the drawing board. When he picked up the pen, his hands were still shaking.

She closed her eyes, thinking of Uncle Han's first move and concentrating.

The audience found that the little girl used her right hand to draw, sometimes even two hands together. What's more surprising is that many of her techniques are similar to those commonly used by Mr. Zhou.

The little girl is very fast. She outlines the general picture and gets up to look for the color

"what do you need?" Han Junyu looked for a long time, but did not find the right one. He asked softly.

Qin Ning bit the pink lip and whispered, "I want a lighter color than watermelon red, with bright light and pearly light."

Han Junyu helps her find a circle, but fails to find the color she wants. His cold sharp eyes sweep around the people, looking for the figure of song Xuan, and thinking about whether he wants to buy it in Song Xuan.

Suddenly the line of sight in a girl's face stopped, the woman found that the man staring at him, and he looked at each other, blushing bow.

This man doesn't have a crush on her, does he?

Think of a man tall and straight posture, a girl can not refuse it.

If this man confesses to her, do you want to be reserved? Will he be scared if he is too open?

Look at the man's long legs, walking towards himself.

Bang, bang, bang.

Women feel that their hearts are going to jump out, when the man standing in front of her, smell the man's light mint, women hold hands.

If a man confesses, she will give him a big hug. If he wants to kiss She is also acceptable.

"classmate, borrow your eye shadow to use."

"Ah?"

The girl didn't react for a moment. Is the way men chat up so weird now?

"No?"

The woman keeps staring at him and doesn't speak. Han Junyu is impatient and looks cold. He turns to find song Xuan.

"Yes, I have." The woman hurriedly searched for her bag and found a box of eye shadow to give to him.

this woman's eye shadow is pearlescent, and the eye shadow box has a color similar to that of watermelon red. He thinks this should be the color of Qin Ning.

Qin Ning saw the eye shadow box. It was bright at the moment. "Han Shushu, you are so amazing. You can think of it all."

"What else do you need?"

"I've found the rest."

Qin Ning returned to her position. She was quick and finished her work ten minutes later.

When people saw her sweeping her words with a brush, they were surprised. Yan, in such a short period of time, it's not easy to paint this picture full, and the place where the tone links can be so seamless.

Although wind and sunshine are very common themes, it's not easy to draw them in front of people's eyes.

"Mr. Zhou, I, I have finished the painting." Qin Ning nervously handed over his paintings to Zhou Lao.

Old Zhou lazily took her painting, a very simple sketch.

A woman, holding a flower basket, standing in the middle of the garden, quietly appreciates the flowers in front of her eyes. The reflection of the flowers is in her eyes, full of expression and bright as stars.

What attracted his attention most was that the woman's face was seven or eight points similar to that of the woman in his studio upstairs, but her mood changed, and the woman's face was a little more expressive.

Outside the garden, there are desolate dead grass and branches.

Bold use of color, color contrast is strong, give people visual impact, unconsciously stay line of sight to pay attention to.

Women's back and flowers under the projection, there is sunshine.

Withered petals are blown off, yellow leaves fall, but have not yet fallen to the ground, is the wind.

It's consistent with the theme, no problem.

She uses this painting to try to explain what she said before. When people are in a good mood, they look down and see beautiful things.

The joy will continue to expand, so the flowers in front of her eyes, a little boastful big, and flashing light red.

When the heart is in high spirits, it will ignore the bad and bad things around.

The real painting is not the technology and pictures floating on the surface, but to express some feelings.

She handled this very well.

Timid little girl film, a little base, his heart low smile, Ningshan teach daughter teach good.

"I can barely pass the test. I'll stay for class in the afternoon."Zhou Lao's face was expressionless and his tone was reluctant.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou. I will study hard." Qin Ning restrained his excitement.

"It's to study hard. If you can't get into a university, don't come." Old Zhou stabbed her again.

“……”

The smile on Qin Ning's face froze and he didn't dare to talk any more.

Looking at her worried look, Han Junyu comfortingly touched her little head and took her to the next painting exhibition.

After leaving Zhou's studio, Qin Ning saw that they could not see them. She immediately jumped up with his arm in her arms.

"Uncle Han, if I can be a student of Mr. Zhou, I will wake up in my dream today."

Han Junyu looks at her small face and sweeps away the gloom. Her joyful appearance makes people feel better unconsciously.

"Well."

He was introverted, and even if he was in a good mood, his face didn't change much.

When they went to the exhibition, Qin Ning was in a good mood, and there would be more unconsciously.

"Uncle Han, and this oil painting. Wow, I like the characters in Mr. Zhou's paintings. I'm very emotional..."

Looking at her bright little face, when he turns around, he will call uncle Han. When he falls behind, she will call uncle Han. When she sees a picture she likes, she will call uncle Han cheerfully. When it sounds funny, she will call uncle Han.

The sound of Uncle Han, sweet, soft, waxy, called Han Junyu heart hair itch.

I don't know. When I get to bed, I call his name

How about those paintings? Han Junyu didn't remember at all. His eyes were fixed on her face. Her rich expression was not enough for him to appreciate.

After lunch, Han Junyu sent her to the studio. He had work to deal with and wanted to go back to the company.

Qin Ning Yiyi didn't want to see his car go far, so he turned to the studio.

Push open the door of the studio, see everyone staring at themselves, her step meal, amber eyes full of tension and helpless.

She bit the pink lip and closed the door gently, trying to find a foot to draw.

"Well, in pink, yes, it's you. Go clean the studio!" Suddenly someone spoke. Qin Ning's eyes swept around. She was the only one in the studio wearing pink. She pointed to herself and nodded.