The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Everyone was attracted by the movement on the stage and looked up.

Seeing that Gu Yundong was already sitting on the small stool, he supported the drawing board and picked up the pen and paper.

Fan Yilin asked the people around him, "What is she going to do?"

"I don't know."

The guys didn't care about reading anymore, they just stared at Gu Yundong.

The latter turned slightly to the side. Since Rong Mingxue said he wanted to draw her, it was naturally not good for him to hide behind the drawing board.

The entire lecture hall was extremely quiet, and occasionally there were a few sounds of flipping books, and the rest was only the sound of 'rustling'.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Yundong finally stopped writing and looked at the drawing on the drawing board with satisfaction.

Before Rong Mingxue finished painting, Gu Yundong waited quietly and asked Cai Yue to pour himself a cup of tea.

After she finished drinking a cup of tea, Rong Mingxue finally stopped, exhaled, stood up and said, "I'm done drawing."

"Well, I've finished painting too."

The other students were stunned, Gu Yundong raised his eyes, "Show me your painting."

Rong Mingxue was not very happy, but thinking of her previous contemptuous attitude of looking down on her, she snorted coldly, came forward with the painting, and put the picture she drew on the table.

Gu Yundong glanced at it, um... the painting is quite beautiful.

Although she doesn't resemble her very much, her temperament is still firm.

Gu Yundong glanced at him, Rong Mingxue raised his head slightly, looking quite proud.

Gu Yundong smiled and took out a piece of paper from the back and placed it beside the painting.

Rong Mingxue was stunned for a moment, then looked down, his eyes widened suddenly, "This is, this is..."

"Oh, this is what I just drew. Since you drew me, I'll draw you as well. How about it? It's pretty similar, right?"

It's more than just like, it's exactly the same, as if it was carved on his own face.

Rong Mingxue looked at the painting in astonishment, stretched out his right hand uncontrollably, picked up the painting by Gu Yundong, and stroked it little by little with his fingers.

"Like, too similar."

Gu Yundong is also reviewing Rong Mingxue's paintings. In addition to charcoal paintings, she naturally also paints ink paintings.

Ink and wash painting emphasizes vivid rhythm and vividness, depicting spirit with form, and it is also a test of people.

This figure painting by Rong Mingxue has an artistic conception and is also very beautiful. But the demeanor of the characters is a little less vivid. If you change the hairstyle and clothes of the person in the painting, it will be another person.

So what he painted was just a woman, not Gu Yundong at all.

The two people at the podium looked at each other's paintings, which made the others curious.

In the end, Fan Yilin couldn't hold back, and got up to look at it unbearably. When the others saw that Gu Yundong didn't say anything, they also stood up and stepped forward.

At first glance, I was shocked by the face that was exactly the same as Rong Mingxue.

"This is a charcoal painting?" Fan Yilin took the painting and looked at it, then at Rong Mingxue.

Gu Yundong painted Rong Mingxue standing up with a provocative attitude. He didn't say anything else, just said that expression, which was simply vivid, even the upward curvature of the corners of his mouth was exactly the same, the lips were thin and thick, the eyes were the size, the nose was high and the ears were high. The length, the outline of the face, and even the few strands of hair that fell out were all so fine.

Fan Yilin looked up at Gu Yundong in amazement, "You drew this?"

"You didn't see it just now?"

I saw it, and it was because I saw it that I felt even more unbelievable.