Tsinghua University

Teacher Liu was still standing next to the podium and talking, but Shen Tinglan didn't pay attention to what he said. He didn't wake up like a dream until his classmate went downstairs to fetch water with a folding bucket.

In the sunny afternoon, it is usually a color sketching class.Shen Tinglan and the others have a toolbox of watercolor paint cans, with a total of 48 colors.The paint should be poured into the small grid of the paint box with a spatula, and it should not be filled too much at one time, otherwise it will easily rub against the lid, which is very abrasive.

This is a delicate job that needs to be done well in advance.However, the filled paint box will look good. The 48 colors are arranged in small grids one by one according to the gradient of the color card, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Shen Tinglan thought that there were many people in the water room at this time, and he didn't like to join in the fun, so he planned to pack up his own paint first.He lifted the lid of the paint box and found that they were a little dry, so he sprayed some water on it with a small watering can.

The white inside was not enough, Shen Tinglan unscrewed the paint box and found that there was only a bottom left, poured it in and barely filled half of the grid.

Jiang Fusheng sat in a chair and gnawed on an apple, waiting for Shen Tinglan to fetch water together.Shen Tinglan glanced at him and asked casually, "Where did you get the apples?"

Jiang Fusheng said with a smile: "The still life this morning is still fresh."

Shen Tinglan was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and said seriously: "Eating still lifes won't get you into college."

"It's all nonsense." Jiang Fusheng didn't take it seriously, and he bit the still life again, "My dad used to eat still life all the time, didn't he pass the exam in the end? The more he eats, the smarter he becomes."

This is the first time Jiang Fusheng told Shen Tinglan about his family, Shen Tinglan pricked up his ears, and continued to listen to Jiang Fusheng:

"The quack doctor surnamed Zhang should have told you that my dad is also a painter. My dad even held an art exhibition, and the first time he did it was in 798. At that time, he met a rich man and fell in love with one of his paintings. The painting was originally inspired by my dad in Dunhuang, and it was a gift for me, Feitian. It was originally a pair of two paintings, one playing the pipa and the other holding a harp.

"My dad didn't want to sell it at the beginning, so he quoted a high price. Unexpectedly, the wealthy landowners were really willing to spend money, and in the end they sold the one playing the pipa and kept the one holding the harp at home."

The more Shen Tinglan listened, the more he felt familiar. He recalled some details and asked boldly, "Jiang Fusheng, is your father's name Jiang Yuhuai?"

Jiang Fusheng slipped his hand and almost dropped the half-gnawed still life on the ground: "Is he so famous?"

Shen Tinglan looked at him cheerfully: "I've seen the painting you mentioned before, and it hangs in Xie Zhirong's house."

Jiang Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly again, as if he had encountered the most proud thing in his life.He felt a surge of energy in his body, couldn't help but stood up, circled around his wooden easel three times, and kept saying: "Shen Tinglan! I'm with you, I'm with you... .Is this a fate determined by God? I heard that the Hongluo Temple in Huairou is very efficacious for marriage. When the day is off, I have to go there to burn incense sticks!"

Shen Tinglan saw that he was acting stupid all over, and laughed again: "Didn't you always disbelieve in ghosts and monsters?"

Jiang Fusheng was so happy that his voice trembled: "I don't believe it, I'm just so happy. That painting was originally a couple, and they were painted on my full moon. They were gifts for me. A few years ago, I also painted them. I blamed my dad for selling it to others. I didn't expect to go around and I met it again, and I met a better one.

"Shen Tinglan, you were given to me by God, I should meet you."

Shen Tinglan looked at Jiang Fusheng, emotions are contagious, he felt great joy from his expression.If it wasn't for someone coming back from the studio at any moment, he would definitely hug him tightly.

Shen Tinglan felt amazing. At that time, he was sitting on the green leather train leading to Binhai City, only worrying about his own life in other places, and never thought that this journey would be full of surprises.This seems to be a predestined trip, he will meet the predestined person.

Reproduction is a biological instinct, but love is a precious gift given to us by the long evolutionary years.It was born fearless and born free.

"Jiang Fusheng." Shen Tinglan called his name, his tone slowed down, "You were also given to me by God, Jiang Fusheng."

Jiang Fusheng let out a sigh of satisfaction, and smiled: "You know what? This is the best compliment I've ever heard, and I'm happier than getting a full score on the fucking math test."

"Have you got full marks in math?" Shen Tinglan couldn't help asking.

"No." Jiang Fusheng said honestly, "Generally, the test is forty, but recently I have worked hard and can pass the test for sixty."

"The full score is [-], but it's still a failure." Shen Tinglan added.

Just when Jiang Fusheng wanted to quibble to save face for himself, Teacher Liu came in from the door suddenly.He glanced at the apple in Jiang Fusheng's hand: "Jiang Fusheng, you're eating still life again! Hand in thirty sketches tomorrow morning, do you hear me?"

"I heard the teacher." Jiang Fusheng was not in a panic. He turned his back and finished the still life, then picked up the bucket and called Shen Tinglan, "Let's go, fetch water."

After leaving the studio, go to the first floor.Jiang Fusheng then opened his mouth to explain: "Fortunately, I am usually hardworking, and I like to draw two sketches when I have nothing to do. I have a lot of stock. Otherwise, I will have [-] sketches and [-] homework. I will not sleep tonight. Lan Brother, you can also draw when you are free, and if you are called by Teacher Liu, you can still live."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan nodded. He didn't feel embarrassed to say that his recent sketches were basically the most basic part of "Berryman's Body" copied - the square figure.The square figure is very easy to draw, and some people in the ordinary class are punished for sketching, so they just sketch a few square figures to make up for it.

There is a gap between Shen Tinglan's sketches and his other subjects. There is a human body proportion jingle in sketches, "Stand seven, sit five, squat three and a half, one shoulder, three heads and two faces", so that the drawn characters will be more comfortable.He remembered it, but the drawing was awkward, so he started with the simplest square figurine to find out the feeling.

They quickly picked up the water and returned to the studio on the second floor.At this time, the two teachers had rearranged the still life stage.A fake antique, a crumpled dark red lining, a basket of grapes, and two oranges.

Ordinary classes are just sketches in color.

Shen Tinglan brushed the brush seriously, used a sponge to absorb the excess water from the bristles, dipped it in some brown, and started to draft.

While painting, Jiang Fusheng suddenly said: "Brother Lan, do you have any whites, can you lend me some?"

White paint is the most useful and the fastest to consume, and it is often used up inadvertently.

"Clean your brush..." Before Shen Tinglan finished speaking, Jiang Fusheng pointed at the white color in Shen Tinglan's paint box, and poked it in with one stroke.

Generally, black pigments are not used in watercolors, and they are basically blue and red, which are almost black and more varied, and are used to paint the dark side.He saw wisps of unsightly blue and red floating on his original pure white paint, like the surface of the sea polluted by viscous oil,

It split in an instant.