They say I have a husband

He had never seen this new freshman, and he didn't even come when he came to the studio to deliver things. He looked at the things on Ou Heng's seat, and concluded that this was a person from a relatively wealthy family, probably To fool around.

After all, as we all know, the scores of art students are much, much lower than those of cultural students, so there are also many rich children who come to study art in order to have a good-looking diploma and not be criticized by others. He classified Ou Heng as this type.

Especially Ou Heng came a summer vacation late.

He has already figured out how to get Ou Heng to pay him willingly, to change Ou Heng's painting, and then hint that Ou Heng has no money to buy paper, pen and paint. A newcomer, if he wants to integrate into this studio, he will definitely yes.

What he didn't expect was that Ou Heng's paintings were so good that he simply surpassed the existence of the teacher. Because of the exam-oriented education, the teacher studied too many things for the entrance exam, and he was already unfamiliar with some other things, but Ou Heng was different. Born for art.

But starting from the eyes, he thought that this person was really eye-catching just like him.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Rough took that person to another place quietly and made a noise. Behind Ou Heng, he felt a sense of guilt when speaking, especially thinking that he was deserting when the teacher was making a model painting.

"Ms. Zhao, I want you to help me change the painting." The boy murmured his purpose. Originally, he just wanted Mr. Zhao to go and see his flowers, and then praise him, so that all the students can refer to his. Painting, he will get a sense of satisfaction and vanity.

As a result, now, he no longer has that kind of excited arrogance, Ou Heng instantly compared him, the difference between cloud and mud, this is the only thought in his heart.

"Then let's go." Teacher Zhao nodded and walked towards Zhao Yu's position, "Zhao Yu, you can actually go to see some art exhibitions and graduation exhibitions of other major art academies. There is no way to leave it to you, you have to get the opportunity yourself."

Teacher Zhao said as he walked, Zhao Yu has been here for two years, and every time he failed to get into the Academy of Fine Arts he expected, but this year, he felt that Zhao Yu would not go to last year, all paintings are showing off skills, but the beauty What the academy looks at is not your technique, but your unrestrained creativity. Zhao Yu is farther and farther away from the standards of the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Well, yes." Zhao Yu lowered his head, the emotion in his eyes was unclear, he obviously painted very well, not one or two points better than those in the graduation exhibition of the Academy of Fine Arts, but Mr. Zhao kept saying that he was not as good as the Academy of Fine Arts He has always felt that those graduates must have given money to the teacher, otherwise, why he has not been admitted, and those who are not as good as him have been admitted.

"Zhao Yu, don't show off your skills too much. What you need most now is creation to make your paintings full of vitality and novelty."

Yes, the painting is very beautiful, but anyone with a certain amount of experience can draw it. The painting is real. What Zhao Yu lacks now is the things in the painting.

A layman watches the fun, an insider watches the doorway, and as long as he is an insider, he will understand that this thing Zhao Yu is just empty and has no connotation.

"Okay, I got it." Zhao Yu nodded. Now he was wondering if he should change to another studio. He felt that the teacher here was no longer able to teach him. He felt that his level had surpassed this teacher.

"Well, take a closer look yourself." Teacher Zhao nodded and went to Ou Heng's side. Ou Heng's speed was very fast, and the big prototype had already come out.

Black, white and gray, everything in style, Mr. Zhao couldn't find any shortcomings.

"Okay, students take a break for 10 minutes, you can eat something and look at other people's, and find out your own shortcomings."

Ou Heng acted as if he hadn’t heard it, his hands didn’t stop at all, Ou Heng couldn’t stop once he was immersed in the painting, he was isolated from the outside world, only he was hungry, or Li Junyu called him, otherwise, it would be a problem if he didn’t finish the painting. Won't let go.

Ou Heng has been painting all the time and has attracted many people. They all look at Ou Heng with the same admiration, but after all, there is still a sour taste in his heart. It is the same person and the same hand, why is it different?

Ou Heng painted for two hours, and then looked at it from a distance. It was not bad. He painted portraits. Except for Li Junyu, the others were barely there. He didn't want to put a lot of effort into painting people he didn't care about.

Just when I was about to find a teacher, I turned my head and found a group of people standing beside me... I was shocked.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Ou Heng had a cold face, expressionless, but he was actually scared, his heart beating faster.

"No, no, no... Let's take a look at the painting..." ×n quickly waved his hands, then pretended to be passing by and left.

Some people walked too fast and bumped into the foot of the chair, their faces changed color instantly, and tears were about to come out. They saw Ou Heng looking at her, then stood up straight, smiled at Ou Heng, and supported the People leave quickly.

"Finish the painting? You're all going back soon. How long have you rested and finished painting? You know you're lazy." Teacher Zhao had a straight face. Not everyone likes to paint, and he thought of ways to be lazy.

"Very, not bad, for painting still lifes, you can choose any of the ones in this book." Teacher Zhao gave Ou Heng a book, which is full of still life pictures.

"Yeah." Ou Heng nodded, took the book, changed the drawing paper, fetched water, changed a page and started.

When Ou Heng just made his first brushstroke, the familiar cell phone rang, and Ou Heng put down his palette and pen to answer the phone.

"Baby, how is the new studio? Do you like it?" Li Junyu called Ou Heng in the office after the meeting, with a soft voice.

After lunch this afternoon was the meeting. After a short break at noon, Ou Heng was taking a nap. Li Junyu didn't want to disturb Ou Heng, so she called Xu Wen to ask about Ou Heng's situation.

[Xu Wen: So he is someone who can be disturbed at will, this dog food... uncomfortable ╯﹏╰! 】

"It's okay." The environment is good, the surrounding is quiet, and the light is good.

"Then you have to be careful and know?"

"I will." Puffing her cheeks, she looked at the drawing board with unfocused eyes.

"Don't draw all the time, take a break." Li Junyu still knew Ou Heng, and he was like a demon when he painted.

"I have a rest." Ou Heng looked out the window with a guilty conscience, he forgot the time as soon as he drew, what is a rest?Don't make it.

"Really?" Li Junyu opened the file on the desktop and asked back.

"I'll remember." Ou Heng nodded, "Guoguo pay attention to rest, I'm drawing and I'm in class."

"mua~" Ou Heng whispered.

"En." Li Junyu waited for Ou Heng to hang up the phone before putting down the phone.

After Ou Heng hung up the phone, he looked at the people around him. He felt that no one had noticed. In fact, everyone had seen and heard him. Ou Heng's voice was not too low.

Pretending that he is serious about painting, Ou Heng deceives himself, no one knows, and deceives himself and others.