Everyday heroes

Chapter 34

Is it a big touch?

Listening to Guan Lang's tone of voice, An Xiaqing murmured in his heart.

Ordinary people generally just draw with a pencil when they are interested, and those who develop into a hobby may buy a digital board.

But those who use a digital screen that is at least a few thousand yuan to draw and paint should only rely on this industry to make a living.

After all, the thing is heavy and not easy to carry, and the skill is not up to a certain level, so there is not much difference between using a board and a pen display.

It may even be because the performance of the pen display is too good, and some shortcomings are constantly exposed and magnified.

An Xiaqing himself has the habit of drawing on board, so he has a certain understanding of the equipment.

But it's not necessarily true. It cannot be ruled out that the other party is a newbie with too much money to spend.

An Xiaqing led the two of them to two empty tables.

There is a stack of [-]-color drawing paper and two bags of [-]-color colored markers and liner pens of different thicknesses on it.

Guan Lang sat down, opened the pencil case, picked up the color card inside, and glanced at it.

This bag of markers should be a series for drawing architecture.Guan Lang thought to himself.

It happened that the two of them were sitting close to the window, looking out of the window, they could have a panoramic view of the scenery.

The sun was setting, and the orange-brown sunlight shone on the man-made pool downstairs, reflecting the shimmering light like fish scales.

The time came just in time.

The better time for sketching is when the sun rises or the sun sets, because these two time periods have the most abundant light levels.

Guan Lang stared at the scenery outside the window, capturing the overall composition of the picture.

And Tang Tang, who was idle and bored, also took a marker pen and scribbled on the album.

The hand-painted illustration agency has also considered that there will be rookies who can't draw to experience hand-painted, so they have prepared a lot of line draft albums.

In the picture book, different positions are marked with the color number of the marker pen that needs to be painted, and it is only necessary to apply the color number of the marker pen to the top without thinking.

Tang Tang kept changing marker pens of different colors, scribbling on the album with great joy.

Although she likes to look at all kinds of exquisite illustrations, but she is really dull in the use of painting and color, and the number of times of painting is pitiful, but this kind of coloring training has allowed her to regain a bit of painting self-confidence.

An Xiaqing didn't go far, but stood aside and looked at the two of them, to be precise, he was observing Guan Lang.

It doesn't mean anything else, it's just that a figure who looks like a boss suddenly came, and I'm a little curious about his painting skills.

Several art clubs of Tiannan University often hold joint art exhibitions and exchange activities. People from all clubs basically know those who have great paintings, but she doesn't seem to have Guan Lang in her impression.

She made up her mind that if this person has good drawing skills, she must recruit her to their illustration agency.

Their current illustrator club has too few elite soldiers. Every time there are joint art exhibitions and exchanges, there are not many works that can be sold, which really makes her, the president, look bad.

Guan Lang roughly decided on the composition of the picture in his mind, and after roughly trying out the color of the marker pen on the white paper, he started to paint directly on the drawing paper.

First, the rough outline and front-to-back relationship of the distant laboratory building were determined with crisp and neat strokes of the outline pen.

Then frantically and unrestrainedly waving the wrist, I began to use the marker pen to quickly apply some large-scale background colors.

An Xiaqing on the side couldn't help but get closer.

There was a hint of joy between her brows. From the first stroke she saw Guan Lang moved, she could feel that Guan Lang's level should not be bad.

According to her experience, most of those who draw with restraint and care are novices, and those who open and close with crisp movements are mostly of good level.

Sure enough, the clear architectural shapes that emerged bit by bit on the drawing paper proved An Xiaqing's point of view.

The proportions are precise!

The capture of the hue is accurate!
The texture of the building's cold and stiff concrete material was also flawless, at least she couldn't see anything wrong with it.

The more An Xiaqing watched from the side, the more surprised he became, and his inner evaluation of Guan Lang was constantly changing.

From thinking that he should be a newcomer at the beginning, to thinking that his painting skills should be pretty good, to feeling that he is really a big hit, and planning to invite him to join their illustration club, An Xiaqing's emotions kept surging like tidal waves. .

When Guan Lang finally finished work and closed the cap of the marker pen, An Xiaqing was already convinced by Guan Lang's level in his heart.

The invitation that I was going to say got stuck in my throat.

This person, shouldn't he be a student of Tiannan University?

Must be a professional painter, right?
With such superb drawing skills, should he be an original artist in a big company like Penguin or Pig Farm?

An Xiaqing convinced herself so in her heart.

In fact, there are not many college students with such aura of painting skills.

Although An Xiaqing's own level is average, his appreciation ability is not bad. Even the students with the most solid foundation in the art department will inevitably have a touch of craftsmanship in their works.

But the work of this person in front of him is not a bit rigid, the details are agile, the overall picture is full of impact, and the parts and the whole are impeccable. What is more noteworthy is his efficiency in one go. This kind of painting skill is in An Xiaqing's opinion. It is the level of a professional original artist.

The most important thing is that such a nearly perfect work is only drawn with the simplest tools.An Xiaqing's heart was shaken.

Tang Tang also heard the crisp sound of Guan Lang closing the pen cap, and turned to look at Guan Lang.

"Wow, senior, have you finished painting?" Tang Tang sighed with emotion from the bottom of his heart when he saw that he had painted less than half of the picture.

"Senior, you are too good, you really look like a painting!" Tang Tang kept moving his eyes on the picture outside the window and on the drawing paper.

Senior?An Xiaqing caught Tang Tang's address, his eyelids twitched, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then darkened again.

Although this great god is a student of Tiannan University, she has some ideas, but as the saying goes, there is no room for a big Buddha in a small temple. How could it be possible for the other party to join such a little-known small society like theirs.

"If you like it so much, I'll give it to you." Guan Lang looked at Tang Tang who was holding the drawing paper and couldn't put it down.

Guan Lang suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at An Xiaqing who was at the side.

"Hello, can I take away the paintings I drew here?"

"Of course." An Xiaqing who was called nodded quickly.

"Oh, thank you very much." Guan Lang smiled back.

"Senior, then I will give you my painting as well." Tang Tang, who got his beloved drawing, also generously exchanged his "proud work" in an equivalent exchange.

Guan Lang looked at the children's graffiti that Tang Tang handed over with some dumbfounding: "Thank you then."

It's not too early.

After finishing the hand-painting, the two were also preparing to leave the classroom.

And at this moment, An Xiaqing finally summoned up the courage to walk up to Guan Lang, and said, "Wait a minute, excuse me."

"What do you think of our hand-painted club?"

"Uh..." Guan Lang was a little confused by the sudden question, why did he suddenly ask him to comment on their club.

"Very good, the activity is quite interesting." Guan Lang used other people's materials to paint, and he was short of mouth and short of hand, so he naturally praised it.

"Then are you interested in joining our hand-painted illustration club?" An Xiaqing asked with courage.

She stared at the great god in front of her with wide eyes and waited for the other party's answer, feeling that her breathing was a little stagnant due to tension.

The other party seemed to be stumped by her rash invitation and did not answer directly.

The scene fell into an awkward silence, only Tang Tang, who had just left his beloved painting, didn't understand what happened, and his eyes jumped back and forth between the two.

An Xiaqing's expression as he stared at the Great God in front of him seemed to become subtle, and his mood slowly fell to the bottom.

She knew that most of her invitations would be rejected.

Sure enough, the other party's voice fell like a gavel.

"Sorry, I'm afraid this can't be done."

(End of this chapter)