"I see that you draw very well, why do you still need a tutor?"

Yu Mian was taken aback, "Is it good? But I don't know a lot of basic knowledge... I haven't opened this book until today." She raised the textbook in her hand with a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

Shen Shang nodded, "Well, I also found out that your painting style is very unique, but you are very unfamiliar in the use of some basic skills, such as here, your perspective is not very good, and here, the harmony of light and dark Something is wrong..."

Yu Mian was still a little uncomfortable at first, but Shanshang came to give her a lecture directly, and the uncomfortable feeling of getting along with strangers quickly dissipated.

The small flaws in the painting were picked out one by one, and Chen Shang turned his head inadvertently and caught a glimpse of the girl's face listening intently. The dark eyes were like a small mirror, reflecting the sky outside the window, bright and dazzling.

The voice paused lightly, and Shen Shang changed his tone and said, "Your painting does have many small problems, but I still think it is a good painting, do you know why?"

Yu Mian painted a landscape, which was taken from the back garden of Yu's family.

Her studio is on the second floor, and there is a tall magnolia tree in the back garden, with luxuriant branches and leaves obscuring the sun. A branch just sticks out of the studio window. The magnolia tree in autumn has long ceased to bloom, but there is a small bird's nest among its branches. The nest was empty except for a few grey feathers.

Birds are generally afraid of people, and the windows of Yu's house cannot see the interior from the outside, so the birds build their nests.

In Yu Mian's painting, there is a gray bird, fat and fat like a ball, crouching among the branches and staring at the blue sky in the distance.

This was a scene she had seen before, and now the bird was gone.

"why?"

"Before I came, I thought I was going to teach students who didn't even know how to hold a paintbrush," Shanshang said bluntly, "To my surprise, although your foundation is weak, you paint very meticulously and carefully. The truth, and your style, everyone's paintings are different, and they will bring the author's personal color, your paintings are very personal."

Yu Mian murmured suspiciously, "My style?"

In order to point her out, Canshang kept leaning over to speak. After speaking this paragraph, he stood up straight and said, "This is not the time to talk about this, your foundation is a little bit poor, then I will teach you the basics, don't talk about it. talk about it later.”

At this moment, the participating merchants have forgotten that before coming here, all they have made is to come and see the decision not to be Yu Mian's tutor.

Yu Mian didn't know anything about this. Hearing what he said, he nodded obediently and said, "Okay, teacher."

Shen Shang's explanation was meaningful, and when he learned that he was his brother's friend and Sheng Ming's teacher, Yu Mian had already recognized him.

Shen Shang took a stool from the side and sat next to Yu Mian, then untied the cuffs of his shirt, rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and picked up a paintbrush in one hand.

"Practice makes perfect any technique. You continue to paint, and I will correct the painting method for you."

"Okay." Hearing this, Yu Mian picked up the textbook, picked up the paintbrush and began to draw. If there was anything she didn't understand, she would ask the dealer.

The sunlight outside the window slowly became inclined, the clouds on the horizon were dyed red by the setting sun, and the orange light cast the shadows of the two on the floor, dragging out long shadows.

"Here... it should be drawn like this..."

The merchant demonstrated it again, and the girl drew it again, but there was still some deviation. The man leaned slightly, his fingers were slender, he held the end of her brush, and gently drew Liu Chang's lines with the tip of the pen.

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Chapter 1 Style

The sky gradually darkened, and only half of the sun remained on the horizon, falling obliquely into the rolling mountains in the distance.

The thin sunlight changed from golden yellow to warm orange-red, passed through the large transparent glass windows, and slanted into the room, and there were fine dust particles flowing in the air, like fine quicksand.

In the beginning, the merchants would also give a brief explanation of Yu Mian's paintings. Later, he slowly stopped speaking, and sat silently by the side, quietly watching the pictures drawn by the girl appear one by one on the snow-white painting paper.

The tree that has become greener and greener after being contaminated with rain, the wet branches and trunks, the green large oval leaves with water droplets, the gray-white chubby bird has a pair of round and shiny eyes, thin and thin. Claws hooked on the gap between the branches, tilting his head as if thinking about something.

The girl holding the paintbrush also tilted her head slightly, observing whether there are any omissions in the painting, and repairing some subtleties from time to time, the brush rustling on the paper.

Until the merchants broke the silence of the room: "It's alright."

Yu Mian turned her head to look at him, her dark eyes were crystal clear, reflecting the last ray of light in the sky, shining like a black pearl immersed in water.

"Is there any place you haven't painted yet?" She bit her lip, glanced at him and stared at the painting again.

Shen Shang shook his head: "Enough is enough," he didn't hesitate to praise her, or the painting in front of him, "It's much better than I imagined, although the basic knowledge is lacking, but I can see that you are working hard, painting The technique is very skilled, it has its own style, and it is very good in shaping the shape and meaning, and the color is also very bright and fresh..."

"You seem to be more interested in Chinese painting?" He raised his finger and pointed to the lifelike bird in the painting, "This bird is a typical fine brushwork painting of flowers and birds in Chinese painting. Your skills in drawing lines are a bit poor. If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't be very good at sketching?"

Yu Mian listened attentively. Seeing that Shen Shang had seen all the details of her from a painting, her eyes could not help but widen, filled with surprise and amazement.

"Yes... I've always liked Chinese painting, and I'm always self-taught. I really don't know much about modern painting."

Because he didn't see the memory of Shenshang in his mind, and he wasn't afraid of being discovered that he was not the original Yu Mianmian, Yu Mian explained his situation one by one.