Chapter 379

"If you are really friends, you should leave the dormitory, leave the high school 11 class, and leave his sight."

Even though she knows that Fu tonger has no malice, her tone of being aloof and belittling others is really hard to like.

Song ye also understood that this was a lady of aristocratic family cultivated by Meng Jiaxun. Arrogance and domineering are personality cultivated by environment.

However, "if you want to order people, you can go back and tell Meng Ziheng that I got a scholarship in shiyigao, and the dormitory paid money. You don't seem to have the right to order me." She song Ye is not a slave of the Meng family. She doesn't eat her.

When Fu tong'er heard the speech, he almost couldn't help laughing sarcastically. "What qualifications do you have to compare with Zi Heng and what can you compare with Meng family? I'm here to give you a piece of advice. If you don't listen, I won't protect you in the future. That's all I've said. You can do it yourself. "

The voice falls, waiting for song ye to respond, she turned straight away, leaving only a slim natural figure.

Song Ye blinked his eyes, vaguely remembering that this was the first time someone had taken a step first. He couldn't help but sigh and lamented that men were harmful.

After the outdoor survival training and Meng Ziheng's words, the Meng family really came to visit. Song Ye felt that the future troubles would continue.

Back in the dormitory at night, after taking a bath, he saw Mencius Heng standing in front of his desk without moving. Song Ye stood by the door and wiped his hair for three minutes before he went to solve someone's mantra.

"If you face the four treasures of the study every day, you'd better run around on the playground when you have time." Song Ye glanced at his paintings, and secretly felt that this man had great strength at a young age, but his physical strength was too poor. Like an ancient scholar, he had no strength to bind a chicken.

Song Ye's original intention is to let him go out to relax and find inspiration. He never wanted to frighten the meditative Mencius Heng. When his body trembled and his brush shook, a drop of ink splashed onto the rice paper.

Well

Song Ye looked down at the painting paper and was embarrassed, "cough, sorry." Next time he likes to stand as long as he likes, she won't have much to do.

"Well It doesn't matter. It's not your fault. " Mencius Heng responded, but he sighed with a sigh of desperation. He left his paintbrush, and was in a state of despair. "It's just something in the middle of a beauty. It's useless to keep it."

Yeah? Song Ye looked down at the painting paper again, "I think it's very good." In front of this picture of birds, the birds gather together under the phoenix tree, and the Phoenix Nirvana heads up, and the way of writing is permeable to the good foundation.

But Mencius always thought it was not perfect.

He likes to be alone and meditate. It's because there is no way to avoid the unfinished painting like today's double dormitory. Moreover, he doesn't resent the clarity of song Ye's eyes. Instead, he leans against the window sill, pointing to a blank space on the painting paper, and says, "a hundred birds at a phoenix are certainly attractive, but the painter should consider it most." It's artistic conception. I just paint the subject in the air, but I can't make up the artistic conception. "

Artistic conception, this thing sounds very mysterious.

Song Ye was not an all-round genius. He only saw a few more paintings of the great deities in Chinese painting. After listening to the explanation for a long time, he roughly understood the background of Meng Ziheng's painting.

She understood that the painting would be monotonous and lose its charm if there was only a subject but no background.

Song Ye looks down at the blank space at the top left of the painting paper. There is only a little ink on it, which she made a mistake when she scared Meng Ziheng.

Originally, this was enough to be a failure to destroy a painting. However, song ye had an idea when he was staring at the unfinished trace.

"Do you mind if I change it?" Before she started, she raised her eyes and asked Mencius Heng.

Meng Ziheng was stunned, but he was curious, "what do you want?"

Song Ye Wen Yan, took a clean brush from the penholder and put it in the brush wash next to the inkstone.

Mencius Heng was stunned. He thought that song ye had touched the wrong spot with ink. He was just about to remind him. But suddenly, he saw that the fault in Song Ye's hands fell on the piece of paper. The water stain was a little wet. He immediately absorbed the ink, pressed down the pen and pulled it horizontally. A light gray trace appeared on the painting paper.

There are traces of ink in the brush wash, but the color is light, and it looks a little light gray. When painting, we often use this method to outline the hazy beauty of the mountain after the rain.

With a stroke, song Ye opened the blank space in the upper left corner, followed by a light touch of the second stroke and a fusion of the third stroke, gradually adding a piece of light gray on it.

Meng Ziheng, a master of painting and painting, was aware of song Ye's intention when he saw the second brush. He suddenly straightened up and looked at her writing place seriously.

At last, when the fourth stroke could fall, he could not help but grasp song Ye's small hand. In the latter's slight stiffness, he did not notice: "your technique is too rough. The cloud decoration seems simple, but in fact, it needs a strong skill. Even if you can see the direction of light, you still can't show the level of clouds, like this It's going to be slow here to soften the clouds, and it's going to be fast here to strengthen the layers. "Mencius Heng said as he spoke, and the pen under his hand was flying on the drawing paper. In his favorite field, he was no longer like a young boy, arrogant and alienated. He was full of patient explanation and low and gentle voice. Everywhere, he showed enthusiasm and piety for painting.

With his movements, song ye also saw his graffiti becoming a clear-cut cloud in the sky, even the light was clearly visible.

This kind of picture is very fresh and interesting.

"Oh, well." There was a sigh in his ear, but this time with satisfaction, Meng Ziheng looked at the overall effect on the paper, and Qingjun's face could not help smiling, "this is a complete painting."

After that, he realized that he and song Ye's posture, the soft little hands in the broad palms were slightly cool and tightly wrapped by him. The fragrance just after bathing in the youth's body rushed into his nose, and his heart suddenly disordered the rhythm.

"I'm sorry, I was rude." He hastily released his hand and stepped back. He did not dare to look at the boy again.

Song Yegang was a little shocked, but when he saw Mencius Heng more flustered than himself, he chuckled and said, "ha ha, this is not ancient times. There is no need for literati." She always felt that there was a sense of time and space crossing in front of Meng Ziheng, who seemed to live in ancient times.

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