After thousands of people wake up

Class

A child who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Tang Luofan has no teaching experience, but he knows how to get rid of gloom and relieve depression through painting.

This is what he often did during the years when his mother left.

After preparing the teaching tools for teaching, he held the glass door with one hand and revealed a handsome and handsome face. Looking at the man on the sofa outside, he shouted in a relaxed voice: "Student Lin, you can come in for class."

Classmate Lin?

He Huai reacted for a few seconds before realizing that he was calling himself.

He looked at the boy coldly.

He has been mild-tempered since he was a child.

Over the years, because of the power struggle within the He family, he has been trained to be vigilant and alert to people and things at all times.It made his already indifferent brows and eyes look a little unreasonable.

Therefore, those who know him and those who don't know him will more or less feel awe and alienation towards him.

But this "Teacher Su" doesn't seem to be afraid of him at all.

Through the glass door, half of his furry head was exposed and he called him "Student Lin" with a smile. His bright eyes were curved with beautiful arcs and shone with a little light, showing the fearlessness and purity of youth.

Really, a child who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

"Hey, Mr. He?"

When Yu Hui heard the title "Classmate Lin", he thought about it, and carefully visited He Huai.

He has followed He Huai for the past few years, and all the company employees and clients and partners around him are in awe and admiration for his young boss from the bottom of their hearts.

It was the first time he had seen him talking to his boss so lightly.

What a student!

Is this teacher really reliable? !

"Wait for me here."

He Huai looked away, buckled down the album, got up and walked towards Tang Luofan's studio.

Tang Luofan leaned on the glass door frame, waiting for his "student" to come in with a smile on his brow.

When he saw his "Classmate Lin" standing up from the sofa and walking towards him with slender and straight legs, his eyes lit up again: the legs are so long and straight!

The man walking towards him step by step had a cold and handsome face, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.Although he was only wearing a shirt and trousers, his demeanor was not inferior to the international male models walking on the catwalk.

When walking past him into the studio, the man brought a faint scent of refreshing peppermint, which wafted on the tip of his nose lightly and coolly, refreshing Tang Luofan's mind.

It smells good.

The young master who is extremely facial-controlled looks at his "student" as if he has discovered an unprecedented treasure, and every cell in his body jumps with joy and joy.

He pulled a chair and placed it in front of the easel that had been arranged, and asked, "Student Lin, please sit down. First, I want to check the foundation of student Lin's brushwork."

"Can you draw lines and circles on the canvas with these brushes?"

Still no awe, relaxed and casual attitude.

He Huai glanced at the boy, then took out a brush from the pen container, dipped the paint in the palette in the boy's hand, and tried to paint on his canvas.

The oil paint is a well-harmonized sky blue. He Huai took a flat brush. After a few strokes of the brush wrapped in paint, several lines of different thickness appeared on the sackcloth-like canvas, ranging from deep to light blue. line.

"The strokes are too heavy and the way you hold the pen is wrong."

Tang Luofan commented mercilessly.

And he showed him with a pen, saying: "Look, when you hold the pen, you should hold it like you are holding a knife when eating steak. The force should not be too heavy or too light. Only in this way can the painted colors be even."

The same flat brush, but between the boy's slender and white fingers, the nib flexibly brushed out a few clean blue arcs on the brush, with even coloring and consistent thickness.

A few simple strokes of light blue are reflected on the white canvas like layers of surging waves, which looks smooth and comfortable.

At the same time, it can be seen that the boy's painting skills are really good.

He Huai imitated the boy's way of holding a pen, and drew again.

"The force to control the strokes is still wrong."

Tang Luofan shook his head.

He stretched out his hand to hold the back of "Student Lin" who was drawing lines, pinched the man's fingers, and said, "Just feel it, the strength should be like this so that the colors can be painted evenly."

He Huai was suddenly stroked by the boy on the back of his hand and pinched his fingertips.

As if he was offended, his brows froze suddenly, and his dark eyes were stained with sullenness.

Just as he was about to shake off the boy's hand, the cool temperature from the boy's fingertips was transmitted to the brain through the muscle nerves.It also made his sullen anger suddenly drop down.

His hands were stiff, and he saw the boy's fair and soft side face and the beautiful jawline with his sideways eyes.

The boy held his hand though.

But with a focused expression and a tense complexion, under the thick eyelashes, there is an extremely serious attitude in those shining eyes, and the thin and slightly red lips are telling him how to hold the pen.

At the same time, he also smelled a clean smell from the boy.

It is very similar to the fresh and warm smell after taking a bath, which is easy to relax the nerves and make people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

"Got it, I'll do it myself."

He Huai said in a deep voice, and raised his hand slightly to push away the boy's hand.

Tang Luofan nodded: "According to the strength I take you, draw some lines for me to see?"

He Huai felt the cool touch of the boy's fingertips still on the back of his hand, took a deep breath calmly, raised his hand and drew a few more lines on the canvas.

It is undeniable that the boy's teaching method is very correct.

When he drew the pen again, the lines he drew were obviously much smoother than the first time.

"Yes, that's it. You're a quick learner."

Tang Luofan encouraged his "students", "Today's class is mainly to familiarize yourself with the usage and coloring of various pens, so I will draw you a pencil space frame diagram, and you can color this diagram according to your own ideas .”

As he spoke, he took a sharpened pencil and began to draw on a new canvas.

The boy writes neatly and neatly, as if he is at his fingertips, and the outline of the black and white picture appears on the canvas with just a few strokes.

It is a landscape picture with clear distance and distance.

The vast sky occupies half of the canvas, a few trees with only trunks are planted on the ground, there are scattered grasses and flowers and trees on the ground, and a few colorless birds are flying around.

Although it is just simple black and white lines, you can see the sense of space and layering in the painting.And the black-and-white landscape space gives people a kind of association space, which makes people can't help but imagine what the painting will look like after it is filled with color.

He Huai's eyes couldn't help falling on the painting hand.

The boy's hands were very clean, with long and slender fingers, well-defined joints, and soft, white and delicate texture.At a glance, you can tell that it is a well-raised hand that has not experienced social setbacks.

It was also the hand that held the back of his hand presumptuously just now.

"It's painted."

Tang Luofan suddenly turned around and said, "As one of the ways to practice color correction, you come to color this painting."

"Ok?"

He Huai was taken aback for a moment, then turned his eyes and said "hmm" flatly.

He had been looking at the boy's drawing hand in a daze just now.

Tang Luofan put the oil paint box and blending water in front of the drawing board, and explained: "The sky can be clear and sunny, or it can be cloudy and thundery. The scenery can be lush with leaves and flowers in full bloom. It can also be withered and yellow, Bai Xuekaikai."

"All the colors in this picture are determined by the scenery in your mind. The world of the painting screen is the world created by your mood and will."

"understood."

He Huai took the palette and said something indifferently.

The attitude is cold, still with obvious alienation.

However, Tang Luofan didn't care.

He tactfully sat in front of another easel in the studio and picked up a brush, not to bother this handsome "Classmate Lin".

Tang Luofan had already seen from "Student Lin"'s clothes and demeanor that he came from an extraordinary background and was worth a lot of money.It is estimated that "Lin He" has the same name as himself, using a pseudonym.

What such a person needs to learn painting is not to teach skills, but to escape the complicated and noisy three-dimensional life and find some relaxing space that allows him to calm down physically and mentally.Let all the heavy shadows but the emotions that cannot be told to others be vented in paintings and colors.

After all, in those years, he also used this painting method to relax his mind and relieve his gloomy emotions.

He believes that as long as Lin can create his own color world in this painting as he did at the beginning, it will definitely allow him to achieve a sense of accomplishment and relaxation that he has never had before.

Soon the studio became quiet, except for the rustling of the brushes of the two on the linen and the whirring of the air conditioner, there was no other sound.

The two people in the room were all focused on their own affairs.

At first, He Huai just colorized randomly, but soon, he involuntarily entered into the coloring with full concentration.

The competition for interests in the commercial field, the intrigue within the He family, and the pressure and complexity around him seemed to have all dissipated in these moments, and he only had this half-meter-wide and high painting world in his mind.

I didn't even notice "Teacher Su" next to me, who would peek at his face, his hands, his straight back, and the muscular forearm exposed under his rolled up sleeves from time to time.

In the quiet space, an hour suddenly passed by.

After He Huai painted a bird with rich black, his broad shoulders relaxed.

He threw down the paintbrush, watched the outline drawn by black and white lines being drawn by himself to paint the landscape in his heart, and let out a heavy breath of depression.

This feeling seems to be more comfortable and carefree than him completing a huge project.Let his eyebrows stretch, his expression clear, and a trace of relaxed joy flashed in his condensed eyes.

"How about it?"

Seeing him stop painting, Tang Luofan immediately leaned his head over and asked, "After painting, do you feel particularly refreshed? Especially decompressed?"

He Huai looked sideways and saw the boy's shining eyes and expectant expression.

He moved his lips and said indifferently: "It's okay."

"That's fine."

Tang Luofan was very happy, and said in a relaxed tone, "Come on, let's make an appointment for the next class."

Make an appointment for the next class?

He Huai paused, and looked at the boy again with his deep black eyes.

The boy is clean and handsome, with a bright smile.

A pair of transparent clear eyes were full of undisguised expectation and cunning.It was the smile that made it easy for people to let go of their guard and was moved to agree to his request.

If it was an ordinary person, he would probably be taken away by his handsomeness and cunning, and he agreed directly.

But He Huai wouldn't.

He could see that the boy wanted to keep him looking forward.

He is indeed quite satisfied with the more than one hour of teaching.

but..

He Huai looked at such a boy, but inexplicably developed a rebellious mentality similar to playing abuse.

He sneered, and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you think that I will agree to make an appointment with you for the next class."

"what?"

Tang Luofan was stunned, and scratched his ears and retorted in a low voice: "You, you are not satisfied with my teaching? I think you were very attentive in painting just now."

He Huaiding looked at him, "Are you a student? What major? What university are you studying now?"

His voice is not loud, but the deep voice and the deep black eyes hide the sharpness that can see through people's hearts, which can give people a kind of pressure invisible.

"I... am a senior this year."

Tang Luofan's eyes were dim, and he dared not speak of his profession.

He Huai chuckled again, and asked slowly, word by word: "Do you think I let an ungraduated, non-painting major student be my teacher?"

Tang Luofan was startled: How did classmate Lin guess that he is not a painting major? !

But years of playing games in front of his father and two older brothers, and the ability to adapt to changing situations honed, made him calm down quickly.

He coughed lightly, and explained ambiguously: "It is true that I am not well-known in the painting world. But you should be able to see my strength just now. And... Teacher Li in our studio has no time to guide students, so I can only bring you.."

He Huai cut off his words mercilessly: "S City is not the only painting studio, nor is Li Zixian the only painting artist."

Tang Luofan: ..

This classmate Lin is easier to fool than the three men in his family!

But if he can't keep "Classmate Lin", he can't learn painting from Li Zixian.

More importantly, he will never see a man like "Classmate Lin" who has the treasured looks he likes.

Tang Luofan tried to make the last struggle, and discussed in a low voice: "Student Lin, are you really dissatisfied with me? Why don't you make another appointment for a class?"

The boy's eyes were lowered, and his tone was pleading, pitiful.

This time, the confident and relaxed look before class was completely gone.

He Huai was not moved at all, and walked out of the studio without changing his expression.

..It's over.

Tang Luofan stared longingly at the man's stern and straight back, feeling frustrated.

Through the glass door, he saw "Student Lin" explaining a few words to the assistant in the living room.

Afterwards, the assistant signed a document with Xiao Qiao in the studio.

After that, Xiao Qiao came in to Tang Luofan with the document and said, "Mr. Su, Mr. Lin has booked a one-month course with you. Here is the class time and salary agreement. You sign it."

Tang Luofan:! !

He suddenly widened his eyes, looked towards the man outside, and exclaimed: "He, he agreed?!"

He Huai stood outside, but his peripheral vision kept drifting away from the boy.

He saw the boy looking at this side in frustration, pressing the corners of his lips unhappily, curling his lips, and his face was full of disappointment.

After seeing the boy accepting the agreement, his lowered eyes turned from surprise to surprise.

In the end, those eyes looked at him with a bright smile, and he couldn't hide his happiness from all over his body.

Sure enough, he is a child who has never experienced social hardships, and he can't even hide his emotions.

He Huai scoffed lightly.

An imperceptible, relaxed smile flashed in his well-versed black eyes.

The author says:

He Huai: I bullied a child.good mood jpg;

later..

He Huai: Wife, I was wrong!

Continue to give out red envelopes, everyone has a share! !

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