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Light and Shadow Studio

"Sister Qing, is that you?" Chu Nan shouted to the phone in surprise.

As one of the leaders of "Light and Shadow Studio", his work is easy as long as he is not shooting videos.

There are a total of 26 people in "Light and Shadow Studio", and everyone has their own duties. Usually they shoot some commercials, micro-films, MVs and documentaries.

The studio has become well-known in the industry.

The company and employees grow together, promote each other and make progress together.

All employees, regardless of their positions, are treated equally and respected, just like a big family.

Just now, when he was fishing openly, the phone next to him suddenly rang. Unexpectedly, it was Zhang Wanqing who had not been in contact for many years.

"Okay, okay."

"Anan, who is it?" Shi Hengyu poked his head out from behind the computer. He is also one of the founders of Light and Shadow Studio.

On weekdays, he is more free and easy, but when he gets to work, he seems to be a different person. His serious and rigorous attitude infects other people in the studio.

"Well, I got it. OK." Chu Nan hung up the phone and said to everyone excitedly, "It's Sister Qing."

"Sister Qing!?"

"Is it really Sister Wanqing?"

"It's not you, you won't let me say a few words to Sister Wanqing."

When everyone heard that the person on the other end of the phone was Zhang Wanqing, they were all very surprised, and at the same time they complained that Chu Nan didn't let them say a few words to Sister Wanqing.

They are all people in the entertainment industry, and the "Light and Shadow" studio naturally knows that Zhang Wanqing replaced Jinghua Shuiyue to receive the award on stage some time ago.

At that time, some people were watching the live broadcast and recognized Zhang Wanqing at a glance.

Zhang Wanqing is like an older sister to them. When she was still developing in the entertainment industry, she took good care of everyone.

They also followed Zhang Wanqing all the time.

Later, after she got married and went home to take care of her husband and children, they came out to form the "Light and Shadow Studio".

With the fame and reputation accumulated before, they also did a great job.

Chu Nan packed up his things and said, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of time to talk later."

"What do you mean?" Everyone else looked at Chu Nan.

"It's time to work. Pack up your things and ask everyone to come back. Sister Qing asked us to go over."

"Great!"

"Hurry up."

"Xiao Hai, you come and inform the others."

"Got it."

...

"It's raining so hard today. I'm soaked even with an umbrella."

"Who said it wasn't? Look at me."

"Yuan'er, why did you pee?"

"Get lost."

Quan Shanfei and the other four came to the classroom together.

"Didn't you hold an umbrella?" Jiang Yuebai asked as he looked at the four wet chickens.

"Yes, but the rain has its own ideas." Fu Rongguang clenched the corner of his clothes and twisted it, and a lot of water immediately flowed down.

Several people took out books from their arms: "It's because we're afraid of getting the books wet."

Jiang Yuebai couldn't help but feel lucky that he came early when the rain was light.

"Oh no, my stomach hurts. I'd better ask the counselor for leave." Zhang Yuan suddenly covered his stomach.

"Pretend, keep pretending. You have your period, right?"

Quan Shanfei said jokingly, "You have a stomachache just after getting caught in the rain. It's hard to convince people."

"What do you know? Everyone has a different physique."

"The teacher is here."

Zhao Xueqin walked in: "Draw something you like in these two classes and express yourself freely."

Express yourself freely?

Jiang Yuebai looked out the window, then at the paper on the table, and had an idea in his mind.

He stood in front of the drawing table with a natural posture, holding a brush in his hand, and his movements were smooth and free.

His eyes were focused and deep, his eyes were fixed on the rice paper, thinking about the landing point and strength of each stroke.

His fingers flexibly adjusted the angle and pressure of the brush, delicately controlling the thickness of the ink and the thickness of the lines.

His breathing was steady, his mind was focused, and he was completely immersed in his own artistic world.

The brush moves on the rice paper, as agile as a dragon and snake, showing the unique charm of ink painting.

This is not just about painting objects, but also about expressing a kind of artistic conception and emotion.

Jiang Yuebai skillfully uses the changes in ink color to give the picture a rich sense of layering and three-dimensionality.

"Master, your movements are too fast, we can't keep up." Zhang Yuan and others looked at Jiang Yuebai's painting.

"Yes, the eyes have learned, but the hands have not learned."

Jiang Yuebai was not disturbed at all and continued his creation: "You can just draw whatever you want, you don't have to follow me."

At some point, an old man walked into the classroom.

Zhao Xueqin noticed it and immediately went forward.

The two talked for a few words, and then Zhao Xueqin pointed at Jiang Yuebai.

"Is it him?" the old man asked.

"Yes."

The visitor was Fujiao UniversityYang Wenlan, an old professor who specializes in landscape painting and majors in Chinese painting.

He happened to have nothing to do today, so he thought of going out for a walk, but he didn't expect to see Zhao Xueqin.

He had heard of Jiang Yuebai's name from Zhao Xueqin before, so he was naturally curious about him.

Yang Wenlan quietly approached Jiang Yuebai and observed him unnoticed.

As soon as his eyes fell on Jiang Yuebai's painting, he was immediately deeply attracted.

Jiang Yuebai painted a picture of spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The spring rain was as delicate as silk, forming circles of ripples on the water.

The simple brushstrokes and ink colors vividly conveyed the freshness and vitality brought by the spring rain.

A thin layer of mist lingered in the mountains and fields, adding a bit of hazy beauty.

The quiet farmhouse, the curling smoke, and the drizzle intertwined to form a harmonious rural picture.

The mountain colors and rain and fog intertwined, like a fairyland.

Jiang Yuebai used delicate brushstrokes to capture every detail of the spring rain, making people feel as if they can feel the coolness of raindrops falling on their skin.

The colors in the picture are mainly elegant, not ostentatious, but they can show the freshness and tranquility of spring.

This ink painting moved Yang Wenlan.

Every stroke, every ink, is like the beating of spring.

The faint ink marks, like the residence of a fairy, are hazy and mysterious, making Yang Wenlan immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

Time passed unknowingly until Jiang Yuebai finished the last stroke and signed it, and then he noticed that there was another person standing next to him.

"Young people are very talented."

Jiang Yuebai also recognized the person in front of him at this time.

They are all from the same school and both major in Chinese painting. It is hard not to know.

"Professor Yang, you are too kind."

"Who is your teacher?"

"I don't have a teacher."

"Oh? No teacher?" Yang Wenlan suddenly felt a desire to love talent: "Why don't you be my student? I can guarantee that you can study for a bachelor's degree, a master's degree and a doctorate."

Everything really needs to be seen with one's own eyes to know what things really look like.

Jiang Yuebai's attainments in the field of landscape painting have long surpassed the reach of ordinary people.

The others around were shocked. They didn't expect that Professor Yang Wenlan, who was well-known in the academy, actually wanted to accept Jiang Yuebai as a student, and to study for a bachelor's degree, a master's degree and a doctorate.

This was something they dared not dream of.

In college, a good mentor is a huge network of people.

The influence of a mentor on the growth and progress of students is immeasurable.

Professor Yang's appreciation is undoubtedly an affirmation of Jiang Yuebai's talent.

"Professor Yang, thank you for your kindness, but I don't plan to study for a master's degree for the time being." Jiang Yuebai definitely couldn't agree to this kind of thing, but the other party was an old professor, so of course he couldn't refuse directly.

"That's a pity," Yang Wenlan shook his head with a little disappointment: "I will always keep my door open to you. If you have this idea, you can come to me at any time."

"Okay."

Yang Wenlan left, leaving with a little disappointment.

"Great God is awesome."

"As expected of a great God, the other party is Professor Yang."

"Great God, why don't you agree?" Zhang Yuan was very puzzled. If it were him, he would probably kneel down to Professor Yang immediately.

"I didn't plan to study for a master's degree in the first place."

Undergraduates may have to graduate early, let alone study for a master's degree.

Jiang Yuebai was lost in thought as he looked at the rain outside the window.

Some people blamed the rain for being so fast, while others waited for the rain.