Chapter 55

Guo Jingyu got up and said, "I'll come, Squad Leader Song, take a break."

Song Zhuoran said: "I'm here, you rest, how can I let you move things!"

Guo Jingyu said: "Don't, don't, you are still on crutches, don't hurt anymore."

Song Zhuoran blushed, scratched his head and said, "I'm much better. Now I don't have to use a cane. I'll be fine if I walk slowly. That day was an accident. I'm usually in good health."

There are not many things to put up. Guo Jingyu is too familiar with the studio. He helped him in the past and arranged it quickly. By the way, he also chatted with other students in the class and got to know each other. There are few boys in the art class, and there are only ten or so people in the studios on both sides. Guo Jingyu has a little more here. He can make up seven or eight. These boys are all sitting in the back row, and Guo Jingyu happens to be right there. In the corner, there is no need to move the place.

Song Zhuoran circled around him twice and asked in a low voice, "Jingyu, can you sit here?"

Guo Jingyu said, "Okay."

"Will it be too far back?" Song Zhuoran looked at him, and then at the still life in the front row, "How about I move it for you first and fix the position, so you don't have to move it yourself."

Guo Jingyu hurriedly stopped and said, "No need, there are two or three groups of still lifes in the classroom. Everyone draws in a circle, not all of them are the same." Look how it looks like the silly golden retriever from the neighbor's house, "Really, if you don't believe me, go ask other people, I didn't lie to you."

Song Zhuoran really limped on the ground and went to ask, and he didn't know what he said, which made the girls in front of him burst into laughter.

Song Zhuoran stayed in the art class for a while, turned left and right, and left after a while.

The teacher of the art class was surnamed Jin. Teacher Jin told everyone about discipline, placed the plaster statue, and then specially came to Guo Jingyu's side to talk to the new classmates all morning.

Since Guo Jingyu came to study art, he didn't plan to hide it, and he couldn't hide such things as talent, so he happily released himself.

Mr. Jin was sitting there and planned to give him a demonstration, but he was patiently teaching him how to sharpen a pencil. She was sharpening here, and Guo Jingyu had already picked up a pen and started to draw a plaster statue. She just said, "Pay attention to observe the body mass of the character", the new classmate has already made the shape with a few strokes, and she added: "After the shape, it is to observe the light and shade of the character, you can see the facial expression of this Marseille, the change of this angle. It is necessary to find out the relationship between light and dark..."

For the first time, Ms. Jin found that what she said was not as fast as the students' drawing. Almost as soon as she was about to say something, the new classmate had already done it, which surprised her. She looked down at the nameplate on his student ID and smiled. Said: "Guo Jingyu, have you learned to draw before?"

Guo Jingyu brushed the color on the side and nodded, "I've learned a little bit."

"The technique is very professional, where did you learn it? Which teacher from the Academy of Fine Arts taught it?"

"Our neighbors learn to paint."

"Did you learn from each other?"

"...Just, be inspired, mainly because I am more talented."

Guo Jingyu couldn't find any other explanation. After all, he had not entered the Academy of Fine Arts yet. He thought that his painting skills were taught by Mr. Zhong Lao from the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He was very fond of him. Later, he went to run a gallery. Mr. Zhong came to see him once, and said a few words to him, but he still gave him a few paintings of his own to help support the facade.

Guo Jingyu was considered a closed student of the old gentleman. The elder brother above picked out one or two people who could be counted in the circle. Sitting in the studio at the moment and competing with a group of high school students is like killing jīs with a knife. , Like cheating, Guo Jingyu was a little embarrassed to bully them too much.

He was no longer at the level of the exam, and he accompanied Mr. Zhong to mark the papers, but he was not reading the national high school papers, and the level was higher.

He can't use other reasons now, he just thinks of Grandma Fan who Guo's mother has been talking about all the time. It seems that the children of Grandma Fan's family also learn to draw, so he just casually dealt with it.

Teacher Jin looked at him with bright eyes, as if he had picked up a baby bump!

When other students said that he had talent, he was definitely a genius, but when it came to Guo Jingyu, Teacher Jin felt that this guy underestimated himself.

Teacher Jin kept watching him finish painting, staring with bated breath, for fear of disturbing him, he didn't say a word for more than an hour.

Other students take several hours or even a day to complete the painting. This new classmate can almost complete the painting in one go. Just look at it, bow his head and he can write it silently, and he will draw it very quickly.

Teacher Jin's heart is about to pop out. She is a professional teacher specially invited by Chengnan No. 1 Middle School. She has only been with students for two years. Although she was admitted to a few last year, they were all comprehensive universities. She herself He just graduated from a normal school. This time, maybe he will be a student from the Academy of Fine Arts!

Guo Jingyu was quite polite. After drawing it, he pushed it over and asked the teacher to comment.

Mr. Jin looked left and right, just nodded and said yes, his eyes crooked with laughter, "Jing Yu, your painting is very good, there is no problem with this part of the plaster statue, you can definitely keep up with everyone. I will paint the color tomorrow, you remember. Prepare some paints and tools, oh, I'll ask the squad leader to tell you—" She stood up and looked forward, shouting, "Fan Jiali, come here!"