A box of light gray blue

The first day of sketching activities came to an end soon.A group of students ran all over Xixing Village from south to north, and they were too tired to move their legs.After dinner in the evening, everyone was about to go back to sleep, but Brother Sheng ruthlessly left them in evening classes.

"Tomorrow we will start color landscape sketching." Brother Sheng gathered everyone in the conference room on the first floor, with Mr. Lu standing beside him. "Let's talk about some knowledge about landscape sketching tonight."

Xu Yu was so tired that his legs were weak, and he fell asleep on the table in the back row.He hadn't sat in a classroom with a desk for a long time, and he felt like he was back in high school.At that time, although there were six courses in a row, at least I could make a splash, and when I was listening to the class, I was distracted and thought about other things.

At this moment, he began to lose his mind, looking at Fu Zhongzhou who was listening to the class with his head propped up beside him, imagining that this person would be his deskmate in high school.

Teacher Lu on the stage has already started speaking.Everyone was very sleepy, and their postures were all kinds of strange, but they all held on to take notes.

"Landscape composition, the most important thing is perspective," Teacher Lu opened the prepared ppt and sent it to everyone's mobile phone. "If there is a problem with the perspective when composing the picture, it will be difficult to make up for it later."

Xu Chang held the pen in his right hand and lay down on the table.Teacher Lu's words entered my mind word by word, but the handwriting on the notebook became more and more scribbled, and finally turned into broken lines like an electrocardiogram.

Although he had closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was still scribbling something.Fu Zhongzhou saw all this in his eyes, suppressed a smile and leaned over to watch.

"Compose the picture, pay attention to the perspective, and eat... the day after tomorrow morning... buns..." Fu Zhongzhou struggled to identify these nonsensical cursive scripts, "Buns... eat by yourself..."

After writing this, Xu Yu's hand no longer moved, and the pen holder slowly slipped out.Fu Zhongzhou held back his laughter and took pictures of his sleepwalking works, but he couldn't hold it back anymore, and laughed silently on the table for a long time.

The next day, Fu Zhongzhou didn't eat Xu Huang's breakfast.Xu Yan contentedly swallowed two steamed buns alone, unaware that her boyfriend had read all his notes and completed them.

When going down the mountain, many people were moving their own painting materials, and the rollers of the carts hit the ground, making messy noises.Xu Chang and Fu Zhongzhou relaxed, each drinking a box of hot milk as they walked.They walked fast, and when they passed Peng Peng and Xiang Yong, Xu Yu couldn't help but glance at them.

Xiang Yong carried the painting materials of the two alone. He carried a painting bag on his back and a cart in his hand, with two boxes of paint tied to it.Peng Peng walked in front with an unhappy look, with his hands folded in front of his chest.He was dressed very tightly, and when Xu Yan looked over, he received a slap in the face.

He sniffed, turned his head back and walked away.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy, there is no strong sunlight, and there is no good-looking big light and shadow scenery.Xu Yan followed Fu Zhongzhou around and didn't take many useful scenery materials.

They wandered to the tavern to get their luggage, only to find that the door of the owner's house was closed.

Xu Chang: "You're not still sleeping, are you?"

Fu Zhongzhou seems to have just remembered this, "It's possible, how can there be a tavern that opens early in the morning..."

The two stood in front of the gate and looked at each other, and finally chose to stay here and wait for the door to open.

Xu Chang and Fu Zhongzhou sat side by side on the threshold. He was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep when the cold wind blew.The lanterns in the alley were blown up, and the aunts and uncles who came out early in the morning were selling "small steamed buns", and all the background sounds were hypnotic.

He wiped his face and put his arm on Fu Zhongzhou's shoulder.

"Student Fu Zhongzhou, let me appreciate your work last year."

"Want to see it?" Fu Zhongzhou took out the phone and unlocked it. "It's ugly. At that time, I didn't know how to draw, and I didn't feel anything when I drew."

Of course Xu Yu wanted to know, he was very curious about everything about Fu Zhongzhou.

"Black history, I want to see it." Xu Chang rested his elbow on him, staring closely at his face. "Sometimes I really find it unbelievable, can you big guys know how to draw from birth?"

"What do you mean by 'you'?" Fu Zhongzhou dug out a photo album and handed him the phone, "I'm not a big boss, I just learned a year more than you."

The photos in Fu Zhongzhou's phone are all dated.Xu Yu took a rough look first. From September [-]st to September [-]th, he basically maintained the training volume of two finished drafts and ten small drafts a day.Among them, there are sketches of color and random strokes, and some are even just captures of small movements, and a piece of paper is fully drawn.

"...This is too scary." The corner of Xu Yu's mouth couldn't help twitching, "I only drew four pictures yesterday..."

This is the state of Fu Zhongzhou when he is "not enlightened" - using a lot of practice to force himself to improve, what a boring or even fatal way, Xu Wei dare not think about it.

The state of ordinary people encountering bottlenecks is pain, and they are indifferent to pain.

He clicked on the small pictures to look at them one by one, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.Since they met, Fu Zhongzhou's state was completely different from these. He almost never stayed up late, and even paddled to complete his homework.

Xu Chang originally thought that he was a talented player who was used to combining work and rest, but compared with last year's state, Fu Zhongzhou is very different now.

His heart skipped a beat, silently blaming himself for only discovering the problem now.

"Why, is it uglier than you imagined." Fu Zhongzhou saw him staring at a picture in a daze, so he leaned over and asked.

"No," Xu Yan put away his thoughts, and when he saw no one around, he leaned over and stamped on his cheek, "It's beautiful, I'm fascinated by it."

They leaned against each other until after nine o'clock, and finally got their painting tools from the boss's house.

"Come and have a drink or two before leaving?" The boss helped move all the things out, and he didn't forget to sell his wine to Fu Zhongzhou.Seeing Fu Zhongzhou's bright eyes, Xu Chang got scared, thanked him quickly, and ran away with him.

In early September, province A has entered autumn, and many local deciduous forests have begun to turn yellow.Xu Chang and Fu Zhongzhou were sitting on the side of the main street, one behind the other. The bluish-white buildings intersected with tall trees like Pistacia chinensis, and the scenery was quite gorgeous.

He sat obliquely behind Fu Zhongzhou, and couldn't help but look at Fu Zhongzhou while he was painting.Xu Yan felt that he might need to reflect on why he was so distracted.

Fu Zhongzhou seems to like to paint those cornices very much. He didn't wear glasses when he was drafting the draft, and his eyes were a little lax to feel the colors.

Xu Yan saw that he was holding the fan-shaped pen, and then painted on after a few gestures. Those clean and comfortable paints were piled up on the drawing paper, which made people feel very good.

At this time, Fu Zhongzhou was very different from his homework in the studio. He was focused and full of enthusiasm, without any perfunctory.

Xu Wei was fascinated by watching, countless conjectures flashed through his mind, and he forgot to draw for a while.

He didn't react until a drop of rain "slapped" on his eyelids.

It's raining.

The smell of rainwater mixed with soil hits his face, Xu Chang was stunned to feel it for a while, and suddenly felt that the raindrops were getting denser and denser.A gust of cold wind deflected the raindrops, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

Fu Zhongzhou reacted faster than him, and immediately stood up to pack his things, stuffing all the drawing boards and easels into his bag.

"Xu Chang! Don't just stand there, it's going to rain!"

Before he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning passed through the clouds and landed on the distant land.

boom--

The torrential rain fell with the thunder, like a flood breaking an embankment, slanting down from the sky, and Xu Yan was blinded by the rain in an instant.However, his first reaction was not to hide from the rain, but to quickly clean up the unfinished paintings.

He stuffed the drawing board into his bag, then knelt down to pack the tripod easel.Then there are paint boxes and brushes.The bucket was still filled with dirty water, and the rain was pouring into it.Everything was drenched, Xu Chang was in a hurry, and the water got into his eyes and he couldn't open them at all.

Fu Zhongzhou moved more nimbly than him, dragged his stroller and ran over, took out the prepared umbrella from his bag, opened it and covered Xu Yu's head.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the students on the main street ran for their lives, shouting in a burst of clattering.

"Leave the bucket first, let's go to shelter from the rain!"

The sound of the rain hitting the ground was too loud, Fu Zhongzhou raised his volume and yelled in Xu Yu's ear, only to see Xu Yu remove the umbrella and expose himself to the rain.

"Fire the umbrella yourself!" Xu Huang hugged the unfinished painting in his arms, and before Fu Zhongzhou could catch him, he turned around and rushed out.

"Hey! Where are you going!"

The shops on the main street were packed with people in an instant, and Xu Chang was drenched all over.He bowed to protect his painting, looked around in the rain for a moment, then turned and rushed into the alley.

The drainage in Xixing Village is not very good, and the rain fell too fast this time.Xu Chang ran a few steps in the alley, and his shoes and socks were all wet.Fortunately, there was a tea shop in the alley. He rushed in and put down the painting, and Fang ran back to pick up Fu Zhongzhou.

Fu Zhongzhou stood alone in the rain holding a black umbrella.The rain blurred his vision, and Xu Chang couldn't see clearly.It wasn't until he was drenched and ran over to see the person clearly that he suddenly became angry.

Fu Zhongzhou didn't hold an umbrella for himself at all, he stood in the rain with his whole body, under the umbrella was protecting the painting bags of the two of them.He couldn't move the two bags, and the umbrella wasn't big enough, so he had to give priority to protecting the paintings in the bag.

Xu Yan scolded as he ran, and was almost overwhelmed with anger. "Fu Zhongzhou, are you sick! I'll give you the umbrella..." He staggered as he said, "I didn't let you get wet!"

His voice was completely shattered by the sound of rain, Fu Zhongzhou pretended not to hear him, and stood there waiting for him to come.

The main street, which was bustling just now, suddenly became deserted, and the shop behind Fu Zhongzhou was crowded with people, but he stood stupidly holding an umbrella for his painting tools.

Xu Yan stepped on the puddle and splashed water all over his body. He couldn't care less about it anymore, so he rushed over and pushed Fu Zhongzhou under the umbrella.Fu Zhongzhou's body was also cold, the two pushed the umbrella back and forth, and even seemed to fight on the spot.

Xu Chang didn't want him to get wet in the rain again, so Xinyi gave up the umbrella to the two painting bags.Fu Zhongzhou looked very embarrassed, with strands of wet hair on his forehead, water droplets all over his glasses, and the light-colored shirt on his body stuck to his skin, making him look very uncomfortable.

They looked at each other to reach a consensus, and ran into the alley together protecting the things on the cart.

That scene was really funny.Each of the two teenagers was pushing a small cart, but the only umbrella was propped on the cart.They were like some kind of strange coachman running backwards into the alley and into the tea shop.