art master

Chapter 3 The Beauty of Science Fiction

Mu Bai's class teacher is Li Yang, in his thirties, although he is not as pretty as those young female teachers, he exudes an artistic and intellectual beauty.

Li Yang listened to Mu Bai's explanation, and said with a serious expression: "I'll listen to your song first."

In order not to discourage Mu Bai's enthusiasm, she didn't directly refuse. She still knows Mu Bai's level, and the few demos she made before are not bad.

But after all, he is still a sophomore, and he is still lacking in many aspects.So Li Yang was going to criticize Mu Bai's eagerness for quick success based on the problems in Mu Bai's new piece, so that he could focus on his studies in a down-to-earth manner.

But Li Yang listened to it once, and felt that the song was very mature. Although there were some minor flaws, the problem was not serious.

This made her plan to criticize Mu Bai just now, all thrown into the back of her mind: "You did this independently?"

"Yes."

"It's very different from the sample you made before."

Mu Bai was taken aback, then smiled and said: "Teacher, I have been sitting in a wheelchair for more than ten years. No matter how I usually behave, I have been holding my breath in my heart for such an encounter. I have basically filled out the lyrics. , this song is actually a release of my irritable personality."

Which one is better at telling nonsense?Zhou Guoshenghuai came to Mu Bai.

Li Yang said this convincingly: "When you have a thought, you will naturally use spiritual tools to express it. Composers must communicate with each other in such a way that they can produce good works."

Mu Bai smiled and scratched his head, he didn't want to talk nonsense, but his personality is really different from the original owner's.In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, he had no choice but to subtly let everyone accept himself as he is now.

Li Yang listened to the song again before saying: "I will help you contact the brokerage company, but don't have too much hope. Brokerage companies prefer works by graduates. Even if there is hope, you must be mentally prepared. You Such a novice can only get [-]% of the dividend at most.”

As the class teacher of St. Huai University, Li Yang still has some connections, and has acquaintances in the seven major brokerage companies in China.It is precisely because he is familiar with this industry that Li Yang knows that the brokerage company will not value a student like Mu Bai.

"Thank you." Mu Bai thanked Li Yang earnestly, and chatted with Li Yang for a while before leaving.

It was dusk at this time, Mu Bai was on his way back to the dormitory, the bone tumor broke out again, and he felt a sharp pain from his leg.

Mu Bai quickly took the pills, so there were only two pills left in the medicine bottle, and he was about to stop.He sighed deeply. The manuscript fee for "Quiet Night Thoughts" will be paid next month, and "Princess" seems to have not been played for a while, so he has more than 200 yuan left, not even enough to buy medicine.

It's really hard for a penny to beat a hero.

The pain in his leg that night made Mu Bai sleepless again. The next day he worked hard to finish his professional class.After eating something in the cafeteria, Mu Bai went to the public studio of the art department.

What Mu Bai likes most in his heart is painting in his "old profession". He has been depressed these two days and needs to use painting to refresh himself.

The public studio of the art department is very large, many students from the art department study here, and some students from other departments who like to draw take the opportunity to ask the teachers on duty for advice.The most wonderful thing is that the sketch paper and pencils in the public studio can be used at will, but they can only be used in the studio and cannot be taken away.

Most of the students were drawing plaster bodies, or copying famous paintings, and they surrounded several small high platforms full of plaster bodies and famous paintings.

Mu Bai took two pieces of sketch paper and a pencil, and took the wheelchair around. He found that the good seat had already been taken by someone. Many students saw Mu Bai, but they didn't intend to give up their seats.

Mu Bai has long been accustomed to this kind of eyes that are full of sympathy, but do not intend to help.

He finally rowed his wheelchair to a quiet corner, found a drawing board and laid out sketch paper.

What are you drawing?

Mu Bai looked around with his eyes, and finally saw the lamp in the studio.

The lamps used in the studio are round like a full moon, flat and simple.

With a flash of inspiration, Mu Bai picked up the pencil and started to draw.

His painting style is strong sci-fi style, with a sense of heaviness and unexpected fantasy in the realism.

It only took half an hour to complete this sketch, Mu Bai nodded in satisfaction, and even felt much better.

At this moment, Mu Bai's cell phone rang, and it was Li Yang, the class teacher, who called: "Come to my office quickly, someone is interested in your song, and I will come for an interview in a while."

Mu Bai didn't expect to hear the news so soon, he agreed, dropped his pencil and left in his wheelchair.

Zhou Yazhe is one of the senior professors in the Department of Fine Arts. It was his turn to be on duty in the public studio today. While cruising among the students and giving casual instructions, he secretly shook his head in his heart. There was no work that he found pleasing to the eye.

Just as he was about to leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the sketch on the drawing board in the corner, which was different from what other people had drawn.

Zhou Yazhe walked a few steps, wanting to see what was painted.

At first it looked like a lamp, but after taking two more steps, the broken details around the lamp and the futuristic halo were revealed. Zhou Yazhe suddenly felt an inexplicable heaviness, as if this was the last thing in the world. If the light disappears, the light of the entire civilization will also disappear.

When Zhou Yazhe walked to the drawing board, this lamp seemed to become the light of hope again, as if it could illuminate the fog and illuminate the way forward.

A simple sketch conveys so much information, and it handles this futuristic and apocalyptic style just right. You can tell at a glance that the author has worked hard on this aspect.

Zhou Yazhe nodded in satisfaction, and asked loudly, "Who drew this?"

Dozens of students looked over together, all looking at each other in awe.

After a few seconds of eerie silence in the studio, a student came: "Professor Zhou, I just saw a classmate with a wheelchair sitting there."

Zhou Yazhe hurriedly asked, "Which class is he in?"

The studio became audible again.

Zhou Yazhe guessed, "Isn't he a student of the art department?"

But this sketch obviously has solid basic skills, and it should be the result of long-term professional training.

Zhou Yazhe sighed: "If he comes to the studio again, call me immediately." After speaking, he left the studio.

Only then did the students rush over in a swarm to see what kind of sketch Professor Zhou valued so much.

Everyone was immediately attracted by the sketch and began to chatter about it.

"This is, is this the studio lamp?"

"The subtle handling he made is also great. It is obviously an ordinary lamp, which looks like something out of thin air."

"Why do I find this sketch sad?"

"It may be these gradients that give this lamp a sense of loneliness."

……

Mu Bai rowed his wheelchair and came to Li Yang's office as fast as he could.

On the sofa in the office, a 27-year-old long-haired beauty sat. She smiled and asked, "You are Mu Bai, right? I wonder if you would like to sell that song to our company?"

(End of this chapter)