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A different life experience?

"Nightclub?" Dong Yongpei subconsciously said, with a disapproval involuntarily on his face.Are we Zhilong going to abduct such an obedient child to play in a nightclub?In his opinion, nightclubs are already a different experience for Song Mingyue's obedient brand.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help saying earnestly: "Zhilong, it can't be done, their company has a different set of people, what do we think of fans in nightclubs, if she goes to a nightclub and is photographed by the media, the hot search won't be able to escape..."

"Didn't you say it was a nightclub?" Quan Zhilong felt that he was wronged, why did the other party think it was a nightclub with just one sentence?

Dong Yongpei smiled dryly, and spread his hands to express that he really doesn't blame him for thinking of nightclubs, it's really... Dong Yongpei gave Song Mingyue a look that you know.

Song Mingyue nodded in approval. The first time she and this brother met was at a nightclub.The other party was... um...

"So where are you going?"

Quan Zhilong sat down on the seat, and the phone vibrated again. He reached out to check the message sent by the other party on the phone, and said to the two people on the united front: "Secret."

Quan Zhilong put down his phone and said calmly, "Will you go?"

Song Mingyue tilted her head, thought for a while, and said decisively, "Go."

The food on the table was almost eaten, I reached out to take off the gloves, and looked at the time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, it was still early.

Dong Yong Pei also readily agreed.

What are the different life experiences?

Song Mingyue thought it might be a music party?Extreme sport?Or something like going out to sea and fishing.

But I didn't expect it to be a studio.

What kind of life experience is this?

The owner of the studio was a lady with pigtails, who received them very coldly, opened the door of the most corner room for them and left again.

In the studio with messy drawing boards and various painting tools, there is a colorful painting in the corner, with a very bright and clear color structure.

Song Mingyue stepped over a bucket of unknown objects, walked over and stood still in front of the canvas. She didn't know how to paint, and she didn't learn it specially. She probably just painted the most basic apple in art class.And she missed so many classes, and there are only a handful of art classes she has taken.She can now figure out the difference between gouache, watercolor and oil painting thanks to Curtis' art appreciation course.

"How is it?" Quan Zhilong stood beside her and asked in a low voice.

Song Mingyue shook her head, "I don't understand, I just know that the yellow color of this piece is bright and warm, and the green tone of this piece is very fresh. The combination of these colors makes people feel...in a good mood."

"Colors are all emotional." Quan Zhilong smiled, and pointed to another blank canvas, "Do you want to try to color yourself?"

Song Mingyue looked back, Dong Yongpei had already chosen an easel of suitable size, and under the guidance of the lady who came in again at some time, he started to graffiti casually.

She hesitated for a moment... Said that she is a scumbag when it comes to painting.

"Me neither." Quan Zhilong walked to the corner of the room, took a clean palette from the table, and found gouache. "It's just a hobby."

Quan Zhilong took the gouache plate and squatted down on the ground and began to squeeze paint into it, and Song Mingyue also squatted down.

"You don't have to think too much about coloring, just adjust according to your first impression. As long as the intensity of the same color is slightly changed, the emotional color will be completely different. It's very interesting." Quan Zhilong lowered his head and concentrated on squeezing the paint , Occasionally speaking, he looked up and looked at her again.

"I've heard a saying that the thing that scares the most about drawing is the fixed mindset. If the teacher taught children to draw at the beginning and told them that the sky is blue and the grass is green, then most of these children will follow the teacher's instructions and draw. What comes out is the same." Quan Zhilong got some paint on his finger, he took out a piece of paper and wiped it, "but if you don't tell them, just let them draw freely, their sky may be red, purple, green ..."

"Art itself comes from life, but it is higher than life. ... Music is the same. In music, I can be a rebel, a dreamer, a world leader, or an insignificant loser."

Song Mingyue tilted her head in thought. The two best lyrics she wrote were written with emotion, and the other was a bit exaggerated when I was born.

She looked at the person with her head bowed and only the top of her hair was left, she nodded obediently, and found that the other party couldn't see, and said: "Guess." Then she thought for a while and said slowly: "It seems that the lyrics are not actually in the Describing the facts, but expressing emotions. Singing lovelorn may not necessarily mean that I have lost love, but the song itself expresses the sadness or pain of losing love.”

Quan Zhilong looked up at her and smiled, "The point is what is conveyed? What do you want to express?"

Song Mingyue thought quietly for a while, and remembered what the professor said in the art appreciation class: "All art categories are actually interlinked, they have the same gene. They are all expressing, expressing the soul."

And everyone's heart is unique, just like piano music, different people can express different emotions for the same piece of music.

……

Quan Zhilong handed the palette to Song Mingyue, raised his eyebrows and said, "I've given you this canvas, so you don't have to think about how to paint... just paint whatever you want."

Song Mingyue took over the heavy palette, and there were a variety of colors from light to dark in each grid. She left the fading palette on the square pier beside it...first made a little...blue, and then added a little yellow to it. ...

How to paint on the canvas?

Song Mingyue looked around, but no one was paying attention to her. Quan Zhilong and Dong Yongpei got together to talk about something, so they randomly painted the first stroke on the canvas...

And then the second...

express what?

She wants to be cheerful and lively, so use some red... well, bright red...

Music and art are common, or in other words, the relationship between music, poetry and art is the closest among all art types.

When playing piano music... such as "Winter Wind", a long tree-lined road full of fallen leaves will appear in her mind; while the lyrics are described in words.What they have in common is... the sense of picture and artistic conception.

Artistic conception does not need to be so realistic...it is an elusive expression.

The corners of Song Mingyue's lips curled up, and after a stroke of brilliant red was applied, a thick brown was applied around it.

After the heavy dark colors appear on the canvas, the bright colors appear more prominent.

Quan Zhilong took a look and found that Song Mingyue was hesitant at the beginning, but the speed of writing became faster and faster... The color palette became more and more bold, and the more he painted, the more casual he became.

The painting is messy, without any sense of light and shade and space... There is not even a basic shape.

This is not a painting, it can only be called graffiti.

But I didn't come here to learn painting.

Dong Yongpei glanced at Song Mingyue, who was concentrating on painting, elbowed Quan Zhilong, and said in a low voice, "Who is this boy's boyfriend?"

"What do you care about this?"

Dong Yongpei gave the person who knew what he was asking a look.

Quan Zhilong gave the other party an expression of you thinking too much, and moved the easel to the vacant space he had just sorted out.

A person who can communicate easily and understand what he said is too difficult to meet in this circle.So be careful and cherish it.

……

The painting was only half finished at the end, and it was already 7 o'clock in the evening when Song Mingyue received Li Zaiyan's serial call.

"Little Moon! Do you remember that we are moving the dormitory tonight?!" Li Zaiyan said angrily on the other end of the phone.

Song Mingyue gave a dry laugh. Of course she remembered, but she forgot the time when she was painting. "I will be right back."

Chaoquan Zhilong and others explained the situation, and she and her teammates made an appointment to move together tonight.This painting can only be finished when I find time next time.

Well, can this one of hers be called a painting?Song Mingyue looked at the jumping color blocks on the canvas and laughed.

"Why did you move to a new dormitory? Is it because of an illegitimate child?" Quan Zhilong reached out and opened the wet wipes on the corner of the table, took out one and handed it to Song Mingyue.

"The address I live in now has been exposed, so it's incomplete. I changed to a community with better privacy." Song Mingyue talked about the geographical location of the community, took the wet towel and wiped her fingers.Later, after inspection, it was confirmed that there was no problem in the dormitory, but it was still not safe to live there.

"This location is not bad, and the management is very strict. Many people in the circle live here." Dong Yongpei took a sip of his drink and continued.

"Go to the next room and wash it. There is a special cleaning agent. Wet paper towels can't clean it." Quan Zhilong looked at Song Mingyue who looked like a little cat, and tapped his face with his finger.

Song Mingyue reached out her hand to touch it, and found that some paint had been rubbed on her face for some reason... hurriedly ran to the next room and started cleaning it in front of the mirror, only to find that the sweater was also rubbed...

Wait for Song Mingyue to sort it out.

"Shall I take you back?" Quan Zhilong asked.

"No need, the driver drove downstairs." Song Mingyue shook her head and said. After she was discharged from the hospital, Song Zhenglin said that she would provide her with a bodyguard and a driver. She thought it was a bit exaggerated, and finally only accepted one driver.

Now she uses Ms. Zheng's Hyundai as a temporary car when she goes out. Her car is relatively low-key, and it is not conspicuous at all when it gets mixed into the traffic. "I'll send you an email after the arrangement is finished."

Dong Yongpei was a bit surprised, actually they had already guessed when Song Mingyue came here today, do they think these two people are going to cooperate?After all, several of Song Mingyue's OSTs have been on the list recently, and the industry has also recognized her ability to arrange music.

Now it sounds like it really is?

In fact, they didn't say they wanted to cooperate, but after reading each other's words, Song Mingyue had a sudden inspiration.

……

The dormitory door slammed, and Song Mingyue pushed the door open, "I'm back..." She paused, and glanced at Li Zaiyan who was holding the camera. "It's..."

"Okay, everyone is here now. Now look at our little moon... Hey Yigu, what's on the clothes?" Li Zaiyan took a camera to take a careful shot from head to toe, and asked curiously.

Song Mingyue stretched out her hand to block the camera from the opponent's face... "No makeup."

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This is the third version.Good night, everyone.

I thought I wouldn't be able to come out today, so I breathed a sigh of relief...

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!