The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Yunshu's painting method is also different from that of the people in Dongyi Academy. He first drew a few simple strokes, and then he continued to draw lines.

Short straight lines, long straight lines, horizontal lines, vertical lines, diagonal lines crossing and other lines, everyone shook their heads when they saw it.

"It's impossible to draw, it's starting to mess up."

"I don't think the master of their school has taught him at all, right? Was that kid just looking at the drawing opposite? Do you want to learn now?"

"But the one on the other side doesn't draw like him."

"So didn't you just start doodles without learning?"

Wei Fuzi turned his head slightly, glanced at it, and immediately smiled.

Gu Yunshu suddenly shouted, "Don't move, since you want to be a model, you need to be professional, otherwise it will affect my painting."

Model, model? What is it?

Everyone was full of question marks, and they didn't quite understand what he meant.

But Master Wei's face was flushed. Although he didn't understand what the model meant, he could understand that his disturbance affected his painting.

He was a little embarrassed, and you were still painting, scribbling there, pretending to be an expert, and we'll see how you end up in a while.

Although he thought so in his heart, he really stopped moving.

The students of Dongyi Academy are still concentrating. In fact, he has already painted Master Wei before. From completely different to slowly curved, there are already many sheets of drawing paper lying in his bookcase.

Gu Yunshu's lines were almost done, and he began to outline them slowly, with emphasis on deepening in some places.

Gradually, the lines that originally seemed disorganized, connected to the eyes and nose, seemed to be alive, just like a conjuration, suddenly three-dimensional and turned into a face.

"Hi..." The person who was close couldn't help but widened his eyes.

He looked at the painting, then at Master Wei, and then at the painting, it was really the same.

Wei Fuzi frowned subconsciously, and the whispering in his ear made him have a bad premonition.

But he couldn't move, lest Gu Yunshu would have to rely on himself when he lost.

The students of Dongyi Academy also heard it. He frowned slightly, but did not look towards Gu Yundong. It's okay, he's already familiar with it, very skilled, how could he lose to this hairy boy?

One more point, one more point to finish.

However, Gu Yunshu's movements were quicker, he had put down the charcoal at this moment, and he was slightly relieved.

Who knew that when he looked up, everyone looked at him.

Gu Yunshu was suddenly a little worried, could it be that he drew it wrong?

He started to learn sketching early in the morning, and he was very interested when the eldest sister drew the structural diagram of the house. At that time, my eldest sister taught him to draw from the simplest wooden box, then draw pears, vegetables, cups and jars, and then people.

But the eldest sister said that this painting cannot be spread out, and it cannot be known that she taught it.

Unless one day, someone outside will understand this kind of painting.

Today, when he saw the charcoal pen that Dongyi Academy took out, he was guessing, and then he realized it when the other party drew the outline, and he could also draw outside.

Although the order of painting is different, he starts with the lines, but it doesn't matter, as long as the painting is good.

But why is everyone looking at him with burning eyes, could it be...he did something wrong?

A little panic, what should I do?

Finally, Dongyi Academy finished drawing, and the other side put down the pen.

As a model, Wei Fuzi breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to rush up to take a look at the first time, but he had been sitting for too long, and his bones were so stiff that he couldn't move now.