The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

After breakfast, as soon as he went upstairs, he saw Anderson leaning against the door of the classroom, his blue eyes staring at the floor in the corridor, his expression a bit ugly.

Yi Chengyi was standing at the stairs, and a few girls were standing against the railing of the corridor, as if they were chatting, but their eyes would turn to Anderson from time to time.

This is being treated as a rare animal to visit. I laughed in my heart. Yi Chengyi didn't go over immediately, but just stood there watching Anderson's face getting worse and worse. People from other classes should also look at Anderson when they pass by. After a few glances, there were whispers of discussion after walking over. The two girls who were together were more courageous, and they jumped directly in front of Anderson and struck up a conversation.

"Hey, can you understand Chinese?"

"Which country are you from?"

Anderson raised his eyes and glanced at them lightly, without any reaction, the displeasure written on his face could be seen without a magnifying glass.It’s just that it’s interesting for Anderson to be teased once in a while. Yi Chengyi was watching the fun with such a mood. Because he was a little guilty, he nestled his body behind the wall a little bit.

"Hey, he doesn't know Chinese." The girl with the ponytail said back, and another group of girls not far away responded, and the discussion became louder with confidence.

Yi Chengyi shook his head, stupid, really stupid, do you want to calculate the area of ​​Anderson Lynn's psychological shadow at the moment?My heart became a little excited. How good would it be for a person like Anderson to go to those private noble schools honestly?If you have to go to such an ordinary point to join in the fun, the current situation is simply too dramatic.

"Do you think he is from our class? Look at him standing at the door of our class."

"Mouth, then I'm still standing at the door of your class, why don't you say that I belong to your class." The girl without bangs asked back with her arms crossed and frowning.

"You're sick, crazy." The girl with ponytail rolled her eyes, her proficiency exploded in minutes, and a new emoji was born.

"I'm sick, do you have medicine? I think you are the kind of person who thinks you're not sick and secretly pours medicine into a small flowerpot when no one is around." Zhang Cheng became O-shaped, looking unreasonable.

"Hey! Who is the one who didn't take the medicine? Can I order some Bilian? Your class has Yi Chengyi as the face value, so you can't let the class level of our class be raised a little bit? Don't be so greedy, okay? Okay little bitch?"

It was the first time I saw girls tearing up with my own eyes, and Yi Chengyi was a little sluggish. Why is it getting more and more like the idiot and brainless school idol drama in an island country that Danqing watched?A complete copy of the nympho girl in it who raised the flag for the domineering school grass and was about to tear it up for righteousness. A certain prince is more handsome than a certain prince, and then the certain princes who were talked about appeared on the stage, bringing their own art workers home to give birth to children and jumping off buildings. The factory price is high Selling three pieces with free shipping blower effect, blinding everyone's 24k titanium alloy dog ​​eyes in minutes, the handsome and domineering F 4 -- ah bah -- appeared in front of everyone like a god.

Thinking of these vague premonitions in his heart, Yi Chengyi withdrew his body and ran downstairs nimbly. As a result, the figure running downstairs was pinned by Anderson. Started Yi Chengyi.

When he was running, his heart was still pounding, as if he was guilty of a thief, or as if he was escaping from something horrible. When he walked to the empty front lawn of the training building, he felt a sense of joy after a disaster , glanced at the watch that Xiang Qianran gave, and there was still half an hour before class, so it might be best to step on the clock and go back.

Touching my stomach, I was a little full from eating in the morning, and now my stomach is still a little swollen. I originally wanted to raise some autumn fat honestly, but I didn’t develop autumn fat, and it will be winter in a blink of an eye.Yi Chengyi walked around in circles with his hands in his pockets, and just a few steps away from completing the third circle, Anderson walked over. Under the cold wind, his golden hair was cut wantonly by the wind, and it was scattered in a mess. Like golden stars in the sky, with a firm and elegant beauty, the blue eyes lose their highlights in the distance and become hazy, like a mysterious blue lake mirror, slightly covered by the black and white classic houndstooth scarf his jaw.

Yi Chengyi looked sideways at him as he approached, while Anderson was getting closer to him.

It was an ordinary thing, but because of the cold weather and the feeling of being a teenager, Yi Chengyi felt a little palpitations.

Exhaling a breath, with a little white mist, Yi Chengyi walked a few steps and stood in front of Anderson.

"Wake up, have you had breakfast yet?"

Anderson blocked a lot of wind for him in front, he lowered his head slightly, looked into Yi Chengyi's eyes, and answered calmly.

"No."

"Then let's go eat something first. It's not like in England. People are pampered everywhere. You're lucky if you don't eat gutter oil. Don't think the canteen is bad. At least the oil they use is not poisonous..." Yi Chengyi Talking and walking towards the cafeteria, Anderson stood behind him and stared for a while, then followed.

"By the way, the food in the cafeteria is a bit salty, why don't you go to the store to buy some toast, and ask the housekeeper to bring a bottle of butter next time..."

The warm cloth was wrapped around Yi Chengyi's neck, grabbing the scarf, Yi Chengyi turned his head and saw Anderson was helping him with the texture of the scarf, and after a few turns, stamped a scarf on the back cross knot.

"...Thank you." After hesitating for a while, Yi Chengyi accepted Anderson's scarf, and everyone in the school began to walk into the classroom, standing against the current in the crowd seemed a bit abrupt.It’s almost time for class, and the preparation bell rang not long ago. After buying toast slices, I watched Anderson finish eating outside the store. When I returned to the classroom, the teacher wiped half of the neat notes written on the blackboard .

After calling for a report, Yi Chengyi returned to his seat, but to his surprise, the seat next to him was empty, and his old deskmate Xue Bajun was sitting in another place.

The first class happened to be English taught by the homeroom teacher. She was eager to let Anderson show off her English, but she was mercilessly rejected. In the following time, the roll call will basically choose those who have stayed in the UK for a few years Yi Chengyi, when looking for someone to cooperate with, Anderson usually raises a hand.

And his scarf became the focus of attention of the group of girls.

The scarf seemed to belong to that foreign boy at first, and he somehow squeezed Xueba's deskmate away...

The atmosphere in the classroom was well grasped, so there was no whispering, and Yi Chengyi didn't notice the small notes that were passed around.

After spending the whole morning in a full class, Anderson has no interest in talking to others, and there are not many people around him. When he first came, he was labeled as arrogant and conceited, but this is Anderson's character, indeed. It also makes people helpless, he doesn't need to have a good relationship with anyone deliberately, no one can threaten his interests, and he doesn't need the sour high school love or friendship in those novels, abortion of a man and a woman Romantic and uninhibited, these things only appeared in Yi Chengyi's fan fiction.

During the lunch break at noon and the physical education class of the first class in the afternoon, Yi Chengyi planned to stay in the studio. After lunch, Yi Chengyi took Anderson to the dormitory to get the materials and opened the door to the studio. Everything was in a mess. On the ground, as soon as I entered the door, I saw a few gouache brushes soaked in a bucket.

"I told him that gouache should not be soaked in a bucket, but he is always too lazy to wash it...don't worry about it." Yi Chengyi said reluctantly, but Anderson usually cares most about such small details, and he must be careful when drawing sketches. Let’s not mention things like sharpening the tip of a pencil so nicely, just like this kind of pen soaked in a bucket, I remember that Anderson in his previous life would basically have a feeling of obsessive-compulsive disorder when he saw it.

Sure enough, Anderson carried the bucket to help the man drain the water, and washed the paintbrush, then tore off the toilet paper, dried the brush seriously, and then wrapped it carefully.Yi Chengyi scratched his head. Old Liu told him to catch the atmosphere of the studio, but he couldn't resist those violent tempers and stubbornness. Fortunately, no one went to eat still lifes, which made Yi Chengyi very pleased. In his previous life, he was a When I was a teacher in the studio, the things on the table would always be missing a piece of apple or half a pear from time to time. Those who ate it were not worried that they would not be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in the future.

Now most of the people in the studio are still painting gouache. Yi Chengyi directly skipped this stage. He often paints oil paintings, and sometimes he also gets started with gouache, but basically it is for them to demonstrate.

Putting Anderson's things about two meters away from him, the faint smell of turpentine has almost been ventilated. On Yi Chengyi's shelf is a clean picture frame, and the previous landscape painting is still hanging on the side to dry.

The picture shows a forest, the trees grow very tall, and there is an S-shaped path in the middle. The relationship between the front and back of the picture is instantly revealed. Looking at the two children, the perspective of the human body is still correct from the perspective of looking up. The green mysterious and cool atmosphere is well created. Through the green leaves, you can also see the sunlight that cannot be fully invested, and some leaves are dyed with a layer of golden light. , the trivial light spots are scattered and regularly scattered on the land with environmental colors, the tones are overly comfortable and bright, the processing from light to dark makes people admire, and even the dynamics of the characters walking are conveyed exquisitely .

After washing the pen, Anderson's eyes were locked on the painting. Yi Chengyi saw that he was not moving, so he planned to take out his mobile phone to contact the students in the studio. When he took it out, he found that the mobile phone was turned off again, and finally made up his mind to change it back to the previous one. The Nokia that can be used as a murder weapon, the most important thing is that he has really worked hard to card a custom frame card recently.After loading, Anderson's missed calls were displayed. He made two calls, one at 07:30 am, and the other at [-]:[-].

After contacting his classmates, Yi Chengyi stood by the window and basked in the sun. Although the wind was also very cold, the sun still had a bit of its heat.Anderson gestured to his painting from time to time, and then fell into deep thought. About 4 minutes later, he stood up and walked to Yi Chengyi.

"Will it be auctioned?"

Pursing his lips and blinking his eyes, Yi Chengyi leaned on the window sill and turned around, and gave a long hum, indicating that he was still thinking.

"Probably give it to Danqing." Replied like this, Yi Chengyi stretched out his fingers and drew a vertical line from top to bottom, and then added some bits and pieces, because the canvas is air, so it can't be seen What did he draw.

Anderson kept watching his profile, but Yi Chengyi didn't notice it, he messed up the kimchi jar in his memory, and the things before his rebirth seemed like a lifetime away when he recalled them now.

At that time, Anderson sat beside him and drew like this every day. The atmosphere between the two of them was not far from what it is now. There was nothing to say. Compared with the last time, there was more of a tacit understanding of each other. Anderson doesn't seem to have changed much. Whether it's personality or appearance, he is walking forward step by step according to the previous trajectory. At the age of 14, he jumped to the second grade of high school and was in the same class as Yi Chengyi. He has no pressure. They are all born precocious. He has been studying since he was a child, and he has gained far more than a pair of glasses with a few hundred degrees. Almost everything has not changed, and the person who has changed the most is Yi Chengyi himself.

Had he not been reborn, would his paintings have already been sold?How is the studio doing?Could Fatty and the others have already been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts?Impossible, he eats the most still life in the studio, and if he is admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, he will be sorry for the eternal curse of art students.

I have broken thoughts in my heart, saying that people like to start nostalgia when they are old. It is obviously a 15-year-old boy's body, but Yi Chengyi always feels that he has not acquired the youthful vitality, and Anderson is a bit dull but not A rigid temperament may be just right for him.

Several students came to the studio one after another, including grades [-], [-], and [-]. After almost everyone arrived, Yi Chengyi introduced Anderson a little, and then sat down to start drawing. Jian Lin held the sketchpad and sat down to Yi Beside Cheng Yi, looked at him for a while, got up and moved in front of him.

"Director, can I use you as a sketch model?"

He took a breath, he remembered that the sketches of the people in this studio seemed to be ugly, but it was not easy to evade, Yi Chengyi was just about to nod reluctantly, but a voice helped him to refuse .

"Not good." The voice came from Anderson. He glanced at Jian Lin and didn't want to look at her again. His tone was cold and decisive, which meant that he would not speak a second time.

Holding the sketchpad in a daze for a while, she saw that what Anderson drew was a still life placed in the studio. In less than 8 minutes, this person had already controlled the space and the relationship between size and shape accurately. It doesn't look like they are at the same level as the people in the studio.

It seems to be the room chief's younger brother... There are still a few people around who have been paying attention to Anderson's picture. A senior in the third grade poked his head out to take a look, then shook his head in self-deprecating manner, and continued to paint the picture with the gouache Smudge on top.

After the shape was finished, the big tone began to be laid out. Anderson didn't pay attention to Jian Lin's meaning at all, and Jian Lin stood there awkwardly and walked away, either or not.

Feeling a little distressed by the current situation, Yi Chengyi stood up and looked at Jian Lin.

"Well, let's go and finish the still life practice that Mr. Liu arranged yesterday. You need to copy more sketches to get to the steps of sketching."

Not only was she lost in her heart, but she was also shocked. When Jian Lin went back, her eyes were a little red, and she was a little sad for Yi Chengyi's behavior of following that person, but more for Anderson Lynn Resentment.

The appearance of Yi Chengyi's painting is like a classic photo in her heart, and she really doesn't have the ability to restore that picture to paper now.

but……

She remembered what Danqing had said to her in the morning, that Yi Chengyi's junior was not easy to deal with at all.

It now appears to be so.