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Chapter 16: The door is not open

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The door of the studio was pushed open, and the round-faced man shouted irritably, "This door really needs to be changed!"

"I have already mentioned this matter to the school." Teacher Luo's voice came from the studio.

The little round-faced girl was startled, and she leaned inside to look with an embarrassed expression: "Teacher Luo, why are you here so early today?"

"Well." Teacher Luo waved his hand: "Let's get started. Let's practice this set of still life today."

"Drawing apples again." The little round-faced boy wailed, "These apples have already wilted. If you leave them there any longer, they will go bad. Why not share them with us and eat them?"

"It will bring bad luck to eat still life." A cold voice came from the side.

The little round-faced girl turned her head and said seriously, "Wanwan, you are superstitious."

"It's science." The girl named Wanwan said, "Still lifes are usually displayed for a long time, and the sanitary conditions in places like studios are also very poor. Almost every year, there are cases of diarrhea and even food poisoning caused by eating still lifes--"

"Alright, alright~" Little Round Face was already sitting on his easel, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Wanwan, you're too serious!"

She shuffled back and forth on the chair and looked towards the corner: "Teacher Luo, why is there a new set of still lifes there?"

"Hiss! Kerosene lamp, goat skull, garlic. I'm dizzy just looking at them!"

"Teacher Luo, are you preparing to paint your work?"

Teacher Luo glared at her and said, "Mind your own business! It's been so long and you haven't even taken out the sketch paper!"

After she finished her lesson, she explained, "There is a new student today, and this set of still lifes is prepared for him."

"Is it Bai Yang?" The round-faced boy's eyes lit up. "Finally, another great artist has come to our studio."

She squinted her eyes and said, "Wanwan, are you under a lot of pressure? Judging from the sample painting last night, Bai Yang's level is not lower than yours."

“He draws better than I do.”

The girl called Wanwan said calmly.

"It's a good thing to be able to recognize the gap." Teacher Luo glanced at the little round face, "The most frightening thing is that you can't find your own problem even though your painting is obviously not good enough."

The little round-faced girl shrank her neck and complained in a low voice, "Are you calling my name directly?"

"At your current pace, even if you have training, it's still a pipe dream to get into an art school." Teacher Luo commented bluntly, "Don't think painting apples is boring. Any painter must start with this basic skill."

"Okay, get started." She paused, raised her hand and said, "Chun Yuwan, come over here and try this still life."

"Although the art exam will not involve such complex still life sketches, practicing the processing of such complex pictures will be beneficial for you to master portrait sketches."

"Okay, Teacher Luo." Chun Yuwan nodded and moved the easel over.

"Take your time and paint as deeply as you can. This set of still lifes is your assignment for this week, and it's a good opportunity to find out where you stand." Teacher Luo reminded him, "If you don't understand something, ask me, or ask Bai Yang—"

As he said this, the door of the studio creaked open.

"You came at the right time." Teacher Luo turned around and smiled.

The person who came was naturally Bai Yang. He looked around the studio, raised his hand generously, and said, "Hello everyone, I am Bai Yang."

"Wow, I see you in person!" The round-faced boy jumped up: "Which class are you from? What grade? I haven't seen you before. Are you the legendary transfer student? You're so tall!"

Bai Yang was confused by the barrage of questions. He could only smile and said, "I may have to study with you all for a long time. You will naturally understand these problems as we get to know each other better."

He looked around the studio, his eyes lingered on Chun Yuwan's face, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

Her skin was white and transparent, with two crescent-shaped eyebrows and a pair of willow-shaped eyes. She did not need any makeup, yet she already had a sense of ink and wash painting.

If Zhong Xilu looks like the campus beauty who can convince everyone and fits all the public's fantasies about girls, then Chun Yuwan is more like a cold girl who walked out of a painting, too beautiful to be real.

There is actually such a girl in Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School? Why didn't I have any impression of her in my previous life?

It would be rude to look at him again, so Bai Yang forced himself to look away and looked at Teacher Luo, "Sorry, Teacher Luo, I'm late."

“Not really.” Teacher Luo replied, “There is no hard and fast rule about attendance in the studio. It’s okay to come late on weekdays. But if you can’t come for something, remember to send me a message.”

The school's management of gifted students is almost laissez-faire, relying entirely on the teachers' requirements and the students' self-awareness.

"Is this still life set okay?" she went straight to the point.

Bai Yang walked closer, looked at the complicated ornaments on the still life table, and nodded: "It looks interesting."

"Very good." Teacher Luo said, "There are not many students with art specialty in No. 1 Middle School. There are only eight or nine students in the first and second grades. The older students are currently undergoing training." She raised her hand and introduced, "This is Chun Yuwan. Her level is considered top-notch in this class. You can exchange ideas."

"Hello." Chun Yuwan nodded slightly towards Bai Yang, and then said nothing more.

Bai Yang's heart was moved.

Chun Yuwan. I have heard of this name.

When we graduated from high school and the school hung a big banner to display the college entrance examination results, two names stood out. One was Zhong Xilu, who was admitted to Tsinghua University with the highest ranking in the county and was the only student from Xiangdong No. 1 Middle School who was admitted to Tsinghua University that year. The other was Chun Yuwan.

Admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Bai Yang had never seen Chun Yuwan in his previous life, and only now did he associate this name with the girl in front of him.

"Hello." Bai Yang also greeted, "I haven't seen you at school."

"Chun Yuwan just transferred here this semester." Chun Yuwan didn't say anything, but Teacher Luo next to her explained: "Her situation is a bit special, so she is temporarily studying at home."

special?

Bai Yang nodded without further investigation.

Bai Yang moved an easel and sat down in front of the still life. He observed it for a moment and began to sketch on the drawing paper with the pencil in his hand.

Although the still life group is very complex, Bai Yang still uses an unconventional drafting technique, laying down bold gray tones. In just a few minutes, the rough relationship between light and dark has been highlighted.

I turned my head to look at Chun Yuwan's drawing paper. She was still carefully making the pattern, trying to make the draft as accurate as possible.

Bai Yang smiled slightly, did not speak rashly, and continued to concentrate on his painting.

Chun Yuwan was very perceptive and noticed Bai Yang's gaze. She slightly sideways glanced at the picture on Bai Yang's drawing paper, which was at a completely different level from her own.

"Why are you so fast?"

Her voice is very clean, yet has a very special and indescribable gracefulness.

Bai Yang stopped writing and turned his head.

When their eyes met at close range, Bai Yang was somewhat amazed at how the other person's pupils were exceptionally black, bright, and clean. Bai Yang could even see his own reflection.

But Bai Yang habitually kept silent and did not show his amazement. Instead, he asked casually, "Is this your first time painting this type of still life?"

Chun Yuwan nodded.

"You have a good modeling ability and your modeling is quite accurate, but this is the drafting stage. Don't pay too much attention to the complex structures." Bai Yang explained seriously: "The most important thing in sketching is the overall light and shadow relationship. Focusing on the details will make you lose the ability to control the overall picture."

"I can't do the overall shaping as you do, with such ease." Chun Yuwan said frankly.

"No, it has nothing to do with making light of a heavy task." Bai Yang gave an example: "You should be very familiar with drawing an apple, right?"

"of course."

"Let me give you an analogy. If you were to draw an apple with a bite taken out of it, how would you do it?"

Chun Yuwan looked thoughtful: "Pay attention to the light and dark relationship of the bitten gap."

"That's the problem." Bai Yang spread his hands. "You should focus on the apple itself first. Even if it has a bite, it is still an apple. First distinguish the light and dark relationship of the spherical object like the apple. If you can't even draw the apple itself well, no matter how three-dimensional the bite is, it's just a castle in the air."

"In the current situation, what you are facing is not an apple with a bite taken out of it, but an apple that has been bitten beyond recognition—"

Chun Yuwan nodded thoughtfully: "But it's still an apple!"

"That's right." Bai Yang smiled with satisfaction. He walked to the still life, pointed at the garlic, and said, "Look, this is also a quasi-sphere. But in the drafting stage, you don't need to pay attention to the structure of the garlic cloves on the surface. Instead, you should first divide the bright and dark parts of the quasi-sphere as a whole, as well as the boundary between light and dark."

“Under this large relationship of light and dark, we can then depict the specific structure.”

“Similarly, when drawing this kerosene lamp, don’t worry about the small iron wires and the complex framework. It is first of all a cylinder. Only after you have drawn the light and shadow relationship of the cylinder, you will have the foundation to continue shaping it.”

Chun Yuwan continued, "First the whole and then the details? Teacher Luo talked to me about this point, but I never quite understood it. You explained it very vividly, and I think I have an idea now."

"The basic skills of painting cannot be mastered by just listening. The key lies in a lot of practice." Bai Yang shook his head: "It's not because I explained it vividly, but because your own ability to shape it has reached a level that you can understand. If I tell the same thing to students with poor foundation, they will not understand it either."

"No matter what." Chun Yuwan said seriously: "Bai Yang, thank you for your guidance."

(End of this chapter)