Chapter 102

After Chen handed the food bag to him, she turned to enter the school gate.

Leyi took it and remembered that he didn't go to exercise this morning, so he didn't go to get the steak. A few days ago, he arrived at the downstairs of Chen yingci's house at about 5:30 every day. Chen yingci was taken out of her habit. It is estimated that she had been waiting for her all morning.

Thinking of this, Yue Yi apologized. He was too serious about painting last night, and then went to sleep when he was tired. Thinking of this, he thought that he should send a text message to her at that time.

"Chen yingci, wait a minute." Yue Yi shouts, chasing after him.

"What for?" Chen Ying wants to go to the back playground. She is a good student. She often paints from life in the back playground.

"I went to bed late because of something last night, so I didn't get up early this morning and forgot to send you a message. I'm sorry." Leyi apologizes.

"Why apologize? I don't blame you. "

"But I think it's my negligence and thoughtlessness. I should apologize to you."

"Well, I accept. It's almost eight o'clock now. What are you doing with me? I'm going to sketch. Do you want to go too? " Chen yingci holds the drawing board.

But Yue Yi nodded and said, "yes, I have something to do. I want to ask your special teacher."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, there is an ancient painting in my family. It's useless to keep it. There is no one in my family to collect it. So I'm going to sell it, but I don't know how to sell it. So I want to ask your special teacher. They are also experts in traditional Chinese painting. I believe they will know something about it." Leyi told the truth.

However, it's true. There is an ancient painting in his family, but it's fake. There is an ancient painting in his family, and some of it is just a fake that he imitated last night.

Hearing what he said, Chen yingci suddenly clenched her lips and lowered her head, showing some guilt.

Seeing her like this, Yue Yi immediately responded and said to her, "don't get me wrong. No one in my family likes collecting, so it's useless to keep it. It's better to sell it."

"Well." Chen yingci answered softly, but her head was still down, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Maybe she thought that in order to repay the 600000 yuan for her, Leyi was forced to sell her family's ancient paintings. This makes her feel that she owes too much to Leyi.

When I came to the back playground, there were many students who were good at painting here for a long time. They painted all kinds of things in the morning.

There are both men and women in these students, but there are more women and less men.

These people are also at different levels. Those with high level of painting skills can pass the eye, while those with poor level are just doodling.

After reading these people's paintings and comparing his own, Yue Yi suddenly felt confident.

It's really amazing that people like him who have only learned painting for a few days can draw close to the master level paintings with the power of dragon soul amber.

Their specialty teacher is a man, about 30 years old, with long hair, wearing linen long sleeves with Chinese characteristics. His appearance is very correct, I can see that he is a very stable person.

When Chen Ying arrived here, she set out her own painting tools and began to draw. And Leyi came to their teacher and watched his painting.

After a few eyes, Leyi suddenly felt that their teacher's painting skill was not low, at least a very professional one.

"It seems that I was wrong to think that the level of school teachers was too low."

This is what this teacher is good at, which is quite different from sister Qiu's style. This person is good at being skillful and not working, and his paintings are very grand and powerful. What he depicts here is the mountains and waters, the mountains are lofty and steep, the water is surging and strong.

This kind of style is similar to the famous "Fu Baoshi", and it is also very similar to Leyi's own talent style.

Sister Qiu once said that there would be a surge of excitement in Leyi's writing, so she suggested that he learn from Fu Baoshi's painting. But le Yi refuses. He insists that he will learn whatever sister Qiu learns.

Now looking at the teacher's paintings, he feels that if he learns, he may be more handy.

"Why don't I join the specialty class tomorrow?" Yue Yi suddenly came up with such an idea, but after a while, he vetoed, "no, sister Qiu knows that my imitation is amazing. Sister Qiu is not an outsider. She won't hurt me. And this teacher is hard to say. If he finds my amazing imitation, it may be a big trouble for me. "

Thinking of this, he interrupted the idea.

It took the teacher half an hour to draw this simple landscape painting. Then he put down his pen and watched it by himself.

All of a sudden, he seemed to notice that there was another person around him, and that he was a strange face.

"This classmate, it seems that you are not good at it?" He asked, softly and slowly.

"Hello, teacher. I'm not really a good student. I'm from class two, grade three." Yue Yi replied.

"It's time for class now. You should go to the classroom instead of picking up girls here." The painting teacher chuckled, but took him as a girl.

As soon as these words came out, many students studying painting here laughed.

I have to say that there are a lot of beautiful girls in the painting specialty class. Maybe some boys used to come here to tease girls, so this teacher thinks that.

"Teacher, you misunderstand me. I'm not here to tease my sister. I'm here to learn and observe. In addition, I want to ask you something." Yue Yi said very seriously.

"But it doesn't hurt to say so." The teacher looked at him, too.

Yue Yi thought that it would be too presumptuous for him to mention his "ancient painting" as soon as he opened his mouth. So he began by praising the other's painting and said, "the teacher's painting is full of publicity. The mountains and rivers are majestic and grand, and the water is surging and silent. Although it is a simple painting, it is a good one, It seems that the teacher should be very good at Mr. Fu Baoshi's style. "

"Oh?" After listening to what he said, the painting teacher looked at him with new eyes. It seemed that the student didn't really come to tease his younger sister.

"That's ridiculous. How can my paintings compare with Mr. Fu Baoshi's? I'm not good at it. I just know something about it. You can see this from my painting. It seems that you have a certain understanding of painting. Well, let's be frank about anything else. " The painting teacher is not used to beating around the Bush, so he can get to the point directly.