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The boy's blue eyes were focused on the silk cloth and the oil paint plate, and he carefully adjusted the oil paint plate with a brush in one hand.

The corners of Carey's lips curled, and he said, "The pheromone is not his."

After speaking, he went back to the bookshelf just now, took out the books he wanted one by one, turned around and went to the library to scan the chip, and then left the library with Lance.

Ivan sat in the studio for a long time.

After going through the grind of the last days, there are not many oil paints left here, and many colors that can be bought in modern times are gone.

But he was originally a man of the Renaissance, when people used only a few colors to create a kaleidoscopic look.A little more of each color and a little less, different degrees of color will come out.

He sat in front of the easel, looked at the white silk cloth, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, caught a glimpse of the back who had left out of the corner of his eye, picked up a pencil and began to draw carefully.

In fact, his oil paintings have always been painted directly on the canvas.But this is the budding period after the demise of oil painting. The teenager's thoughts turned a few times in his head, and he decided to record the scene just now with a pencil, and then color it after going to bed, so as not to draw too skillfully and make people suspicious.

He draws very slowly and carefully, the brush tip passing through the silk, making a rustling sound, as if the whole world has quieted down.

First, the big bookshelf was drawn with three or two strokes, and then the gentleman in military uniform beside the bookshelf was drawn.

There are four books in Mr.'s hand, three thin and one thick.The soft natural wind blowing in from the window not far away made his bangs a little crooked.

Because the whole painting is drawn with thick outlines, it doesn't look good.There are even only two small dots on the face of the character to replace the eyes, and the position of the mouth is only a thick and thin line.From a distance, it looks like a modern abstract painting.

The tall senior at the side looked at it curiously, "Student, your painting... I just looked at it from a distance and it looked good, but when you get close, the nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not eyes. What is your drawing method? Can you teach me?"

Ivan blinked, turned his head away, looked at the bookshelves outside, and at his own paintings, carefully measuring with his fingertips on the silk.

"This is just a primer. I don't think it's easy to control the overall situation by directly applying oil paint, so I draw the important outlines first."

As he spoke, he looked around.

There are not many people in the studio, and there are only three people who are painting, and they are all directly painting the silk cloth with oil paint.

Of course, they were all painted in a mess, with one more piece here and one less there.I hurriedly used white paint to cover up many places, but the oil paint became thicker and thicker, but the color was always unsatisfactory.

The talented little painter, with his slender eyebrows almost frowning, looked at the tall senior with a pair of clear eyes, and said every word seriously: "Beginners, you have to get the basics first."

Ivan originally had a baby face, with golden curly hair, delicate and fair skin, and an Oversize white coat on his body. He looked like a delicate little doll.

The little doll has a serious face at the moment, and when she speaks, she pouted slightly because of anger, so cute and serious.

It seems to say: "Look, I am a beginner, so I am laying the groundwork, so you should do the same." That appearance is really like a child who has just learned new knowledge in a kindergarten, showing off like a pedant in front of adults.

Aaron laughed and said, "Okay, listen to you, I'll let them try."

As soon as Ivan sat down, he sat until the sun went down.He is a vampire, he can't feel hungry, but it makes Simon anxious.

As soon as the outline was drawn with a pencil, he was about to use the oil paint board to paint a large area of the silk cloth with a base color, when a resentful gaze fell on him.

Turning around, I saw the red-haired Omega holding several books of different thicknesses in his hands, a canvas bag on his arm, and a backpack on his back.His eyes were red, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"Where did you go, Fanfan! You don't have a watch, I can't find you anywhere! It's already 6:30 in the evening, if you don't go to the cafeteria, you won't have food..." After finishing speaking, he ran over and rubbed his elbow on his arm: "I'm so hungry, let's go eat!"

Ivan looked at the half-person-high easel in front of him, and at Simon who was carrying something, hesitant to speak.

He put the canvas bag in Simon's hand into his hand, opened and closed his lips a few times, and finally opened his mouth tentatively: "I...don't really want to eat dinner, Xiaoxi, can you go and eat by yourself?" After speaking, he was afraid that Simon would get angry, so he hurriedly brought all the books in his hand, "I can help you take everything back."

The books of the two of them were put together, a total of seven or eight books.The little boy held it in his hands, covering half of his body.

But he didn't find it difficult at all, and bought a lot of oil paints, and he also took the unpainted silk cloth together.

The half-person-high canvas, together with the easel, was carried by the little guy on his back, which really covered his entire body.

Simon laughed with a snort, and tugged at his sleeve: "Why, this is, let others think I'm bullying you, right? So many things are dead, how do you take them yourself? You wait for me here, I'll go to the cafeteria for dinner, and I'll be right back. Just leave the things, and we'll take them back together."

After speaking, he felt uneasy. He had to watch Ivan take out the watch and bring it to his hand.

"Don't take off your watch again, I can't even contact you!"

Ivan let out an "oh", and followed Simon to the door of the library with his things, and sat down on the high stone steps to wait for him to come back.

When the sun was setting, looking down from the stone steps, you could see most of the military academy.

In the cafeteria not far to the north, students who had just had a good meal walked out in twos and threes.In the medical school in the south, students in white coats came in and out sparsely, and occasionally a few sergeants with minor injuries could be seen entering.Further to the west, half of the orange-red sun is hidden in the distant mountains.Every leaf on the mountain is shining with the color of light.

On the training ground directly opposite, students in military uniforms are competing.

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