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Chapter 64: The Artistic Girl Living in Her Own World

"Do you really think that the world that others see and the stories that others write can become a part of your own life?"

"I'm afraid not."

Bai Yang's words were quite straightforward and his tone was serious: "You just found a high-sounding excuse for yourself, and you don't want to face everything you hate."

"I hate mediocrity, I hate being ordinary, I hate a life that can be seen through at a glance, I hate socializing that seems meaningless to you and those dirty people with ulterior motives, so just stay away from them."

He looked at Chun Yuwan and said:
"Sorry, I may have been too polite."

Chun Yuwan just replied: "It doesn't matter, you have a point."

She did not refute, but said with the same seriousness: "What does it matter even if you escape?"

"I can't think of any reason for me to get involved in everything I hate, and I don't think there's anything wrong with me now."

Bai Yang nodded: "Nothing wrong with it."

He sighed slightly in his heart.

An artistic girl living in her own world?
The more Bai Yang interacted with Chun Yuwan, the more he could feel the high wall that she had built for him. She was not aloof and usually talked a lot, but she had her own set of rules for dealing with things in the world. These rules might be one-sided, extreme, or incompatible with everyone else's, but she felt very comfortable with them.

No one's intervention is required.

Bai Yang had said all he wanted to say, and he didn't intend to intervene. He just smiled and changed the subject: "Do you want to continue painting somewhere else?"

"It's almost time, let's go back to the inn. We should go to a place with fewer tourists in the afternoon." Chun Yuwan didn't seem to care about the previous conversation, and said casually: "Then you can continue your previous painting. With your foundation, you shouldn't mind changing the location."

"Forget it." Bai Yang shook the drawing board and said, "I guess I can't find that feeling again. I'll ask you to be my model next time I have the chance."

"can."

Nothing unexpected happened in the afternoon. Teacher Luo found a scenic spot and a group of people started sketching step by step.

Old stone arch bridges, farmhouses, rice fields, and poultry swimming in the river.

Bai Yang tried his best to present these accurately and solidly on the screen, and unknowingly the sun had set.

Zeng Jianneng had already thrown away his paintbrush, took out the prepared mat, and sat down by the river for a picnic. The group of people were lively and laughter could be heard from time to time.

For them, sketching is nothing more than playing in a different place.

So Bai Yang stopped writing and looked at the picture of Chun Yuwan next to him.

This was the first time Bai Yang saw Chun Yuwan’s landscape paintings, and there was only one word in his mind – gorgeous.

Everything is bright and lively, and looks far more brilliant than reality.

“Color is an expression of the heart.”

Bai Yang suddenly remembered this sentence, and then felt that his view of Chun Yuwan was biased.

From the perspective of a reborn person, applying the experiences and knowledge from my previous life to Chun Yuwan may be my arrogance.

Chun Yuwan's inner world might be more vivid than most people imagine, and her emotions are far more passionate than those of ordinary people, but she has no intention of showing it to anyone.

including yourself.

The hidden splendid world will only reveal a glimmer of light when painting.

"It's so beautiful."

Bai Yang couldn't help but admire.

"This painting is totally different from the ones you painted in the studio." Chun Yuwan turned around and said, "Thank you."

“The studio practices the basics. I prefer to paint things that have vitality compared to those cookie-cutter fruits in jars.”

Teacher Luo came over and said, "It's almost time. It will be hard to go back if it gets dark."

"Okay." Bai Yang nodded.

Teacher Luo glanced at Bai Yang's painting and said: "The shape is still very solid, and the painting is quite realistic, but the color is still a bit rigid."

"In some of the brushstrokes, I can see the way Chun Yuwan used Baiyang. Are you just copying her?"

Bai Yang smiled and said, "I don't have that kind of sensitivity, so I can only use a stupid method."

"That's fine. At least you've made some progress compared to the beginning." Teacher Luo didn't mind. Instead, he said, "If you follow your method, maybe you can get a high score. Of course, it can't be called art at all."

"It doesn't matter. I don't have the dream of becoming a painter." Bai Yang smiled and said, "As long as I can get into college, that's fine."

"Being pragmatic is a good thing." Teacher Luo looked at Chun Yuwan's painting again, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his comments were simple: "This painting is good, you can take it back."

"By the way, Bai Yang, you should have decided to switch to an art student, right?"

"Yes." Bai Yang said, "But let's talk about it after the formalities. I haven't notified my family yet."

"Don't worry." Teacher Luo said, "There is still one year left before the training camp. By the way, you should know that art students have to go to other places for training after the end of their second year of high school, right? After all, our school is not an art high school, and we don't have such good resources."

"You mentioned it before." Bai Yang asked, "But I don't know the details."

"In principle, it is the students' free will to choose where to go for the training camp. However, I have a cooperation with a studio in the capital, so all the students in previous years basically go to the capital." Teacher Luo explained: "It starts from the summer vacation after the end of the second year of high school and ends at the beginning of the second year when the recruitment of major art academies ends. It takes about eight months. After that, you will return to school to prepare for the cultural college entrance examination."

"it is good."

After all, the path of an art student is different, and Bai Yang is mentally prepared.

After packing up, everyone walked back to the inn and had free time in the evening.

Zeng Jianeng came up to Bai Yang and said mysteriously, "Bai Yang, I just saw that there seems to be a folk music bar in town. Let's go check it out?"

"You are not yet an adult, right?" Bai Yang said helplessly.

"What does it matter? I'm just going to listen to some music and order a drink or something." Zeng Jianeng said, "As long as Mr. Luo doesn't know, what's the problem?"

"I read someone's book before, and I've always longed for this kind of folk pub. I wonder if the pubs here are the same as those in Lijiang, with many interesting stories~"

"Probably not." Bai Yang hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you to take a look."

He could see that even if he refused, Zeng Jianeng would not be able to resist and go there secretly.

Girls of this age have no self-control and no sense of crisis. They finally get the opportunity to travel away from home for sketching, so they have to find some excitement.

It is better to keep up with it yourself so that you can deal with problems in time when they arise.

"Great!" Zeng Jianeng said excitedly, "Then I'll go ask Wanwan again!"

"She probably isn't interested in this." Bai Yang was about to say this when Zeng Jianeng had already run away.

Soon, Chun Yuwan was dragged over by her.

"Let's go!"

Zeng Jianeng squinted his eyes: "Wanwan agreed!"

(End of this chapter)