Little rich is safe [rebirth]

The content of the Central American exam is different from other schools. Su Zian has prepared well in advance and has some memories of the exam questions over the years, so he can basically pass without any accidents.

But this year's accident happened several times.

First, a teacher came in and said that the topic of this exam was temporarily changed, from the original silent still life to physical sketch.The real object given by the teacher was also distorted enough. A piece of newspaper was clumped in the middle, crumpled and placed on the ground, and he said, "Okay, let's draw this."

The students around were a little dumbfounded, they had never drawn such a thing before.

Su Zian couldn't help but frown a little. If he remembered correctly, the subjects of the 98 exam were dictation of portrait busts and watercolor still life. The sudden appearance of this subject surprised him a bit. He also had a little impression of this subject. The famous practice question, after the paper is twisted, the expression of softness and hardness, and the expression of light and shadow are very important. This is a very difficult question.

Su Zian was not completely inexperienced in drawing this. He went forward to get a blank drawing paper, but when he came back, he felt something was wrong.The seat had been slightly moved, and the pencil case next to it showed signs of being opened. He frowned and went to check it. Sure enough, a few pens were missing from the pencil case, and even the prepared eraser was gone.

A candidate next to him sneered slightly, obviously gloating at his loss of something.

Most of the candidates who took the Central Academy of Arts were returning students. Few of them passed the exam in the first year. Many of these candidates knew each other and studied in nearby studios all year round. Only Su Zian was an outsider.

Losing a few pencils that had been sharpened in advance, Su Zian had no choice but to hurry up and sharpen a few more, but the pencil in his hand seemed to have been beaten, the lead inside was all broken, and the longest one was no longer as long as a little finger.Su Zian didn't say a word, his lips were pursed into a line and he endured silently. He peeled off the bit of lead and wrapped it in a tissue.After entering the examination room, you are not allowed to go out to buy replacement stationery. One is that there is too little time, and there is no such precedent. No one sympathizes with you being framed.

A male student who was throwing a drink bottle came over from the side. When he saw him, he pushed him politely and said, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."

The bit of lead in Su Zian's hand was firmly on the ground, and it didn't fall out.

Insufficient drawing tools are the most irritating situation. Su Zian can use the few pen refills to draw, but it is impossible to make no mistakes from the beginning to the end of the pen.

One or two candidates in the examination room tried to give him half of the eraser, but they were blocked by the resuming students. No one dared to provoke them. No one dared to take the fate-changing exam like this once a year. To gamble, naturally no one dares to lend a helping hand.

Su Zian found an invigilator, but the resuming students next to him watched closely and followed him intentionally or unintentionally. As soon as he made a request, they began to sing the opposite tune, constantly asking the teacher to treat them equally and not to open the back door.

"What's this? I'm not ready, but I can ask the school to prepare for it..." The tall boy in the lead said with a smile, "Teacher, I didn't bring enough things, you can go to the painting materials store outside to help buy everything together." Hey! Don’t come to the exam if you are not ready, it’s a waste of everyone’s time here, right?”

A few people next to him booed, and the examination room was noisy for a while, and the invigilator yelled a few times to be quiet before controlling it.

The teacher took a look at Su Zian, frowned, and said, "This classmate, it's not that the teacher won't help you. It's the exam time and the teacher can't leave. See which classmate in the studio has spares. Let's borrow them from him."

There are extras, but no one dares to borrow them, and Su Zian doesn't intend to let others be excluded and suffer like him.He looked around in the studio, and saw a small still life table in the corner, which was probably used before and hadn’t been cleaned up. There were a few still lifes of dried corn and two steamed buns on the plate. It's white and fat, but it's been a long time, and the skin is a little dry.

Su Zian pointed over there and said, "Teacher, can I use that steamed bun?"

The teacher was stunned for a moment, and said, "Steamed buns? Ah, okay, you can use them..."

Su Zian took the two steamed buns, broke them apart and pressed them twice, the inside was okay, a little soft, and usable.

The high-grade gray was once popular in the Central American Examination. The so-called "high-grade gray" refers to the color tone and the heaviness and thickness.When Su Zian was attending classes with Fang Chen, he was fortunate enough to listen to a class taught by an old CAFA professor. The old professor was painting on the spot. Coincidentally, he didn't have enough tools. It's easy to use, but the old man kept saying "wasted" and "wasted". After painting that time, he still smiled and said that everyone should not learn from him.

Su Zian learned from the old man that he is not limited to painting with specific materials. He has never tried steamed buns as rubber. He was poor back then, and it was a big problem to eat enough. Then he was like the old man, and he always felt that it was a shameful thing to do. The waste is not good.

But today, being forced to do so, he can only borrow things from the still life stage. He doesn't want his efforts to be wasted like this, and he doesn't have time for him to waste it like this.Someone opposed him, but aroused the stubbornness in Su Zian's bones. He still didn't believe it. He had worked harder than these people for more than ten years, and he had been painting day and night for more than ten years, and he was not as good as these people A student who can only do small movements?

Su Zian's eyes were dark, and he stood in a corner with poor light and began to draw with the only lead lead and broken steamed bun left in his hand.

Three hours, the time is not long, nor is it short.

Su Zian kept on drawing, from separating the big outlines to detailing them one by one, and then drawing light and shadows. The picture was delicate and bright. It was a still life, but it was full of vitality, which attracted the invigilators to stop.

With no more time, Su Zian finished the sketch in a hurry. He wrote his name on it and handed it in.

The invigilator probably also saw that someone was playing tricks here, so he collected the blueprints and didn't hand them over to the second person, so he picked them up and took them away without any accidents.

In the afternoon, it was color. Su Zian went to fetch water. When he came back, the watercolor paint box was just as he imagined. All the colors were mixed together, and there was nothing wrong with it. used.

Su Zian raised his head and glanced at the tall and burly boys next to him. They were quite careless this time. There was a piece of lemon yellow paint on their trousers, and a small dot splashed on the black shoe, which was very conspicuous.

Su Zian set up his easel, and didn't bother to refute. When the teacher assigned a topic and began to silently write watercolor still life, even the dirty paint would turn decayed into magic in his hands, as if it was deliberately adjusted , What color should it be after a few strokes, or what color.This time he painted watercolors with confidence. Although the paint was dirty, the pens were soaked before. With the painting utensils he was used to, he drew a picture that he had never painted before, but it was eight hundred. It's nothing more than natural.

Su Zian used bold colors, fast and fast. After finishing the painting here, the other candidates in the studio over there basically just finished their shapes. The fastest one was just laying down the background color. A distance of more than ten years.

Su Zian waited for the paint to dry, then quickly started painting and handed in the paper.

When he went out this time, he took a closer look at the boys who troubled him. There was a lot of information on the admission ticket number. They had similar numbers and applied for the exam together, so it was very likely that they were from the same town or Candidates in the same studio, moreover, names and looks, people who usually practice with the portraits of characters, it is so easy to catch the facial features of three or five candidates. Su Zian silently remembered their appearances in his heart, ready Go back and check slowly.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. He is not a gentleman, and he doesn't have that much jealousy to take revenge, but if he wants to live a peaceful life, he must be on guard against such people.

The next exams went well. Su Zian met Du Qian again in the third exam. Du Qian smiled shyly and was always a bit too warm when talking to him, but as long as Su Zian showed a little A little repulsion, the man backed away awkwardly, looking at him with hurt eyes.

Su Zian waited until the last exam, and Du Qian followed him unhurriedly, keeping a distance of half a step, but he kept the intimacy that others could not intervene.Du Qian followed behind him with a toolbox, talking in a low voice almost a whisper, "Teacher, I have also applied to these three schools, and I will go back to the attached high school for culture classes in a few days. It is estimated that I can get around 500 in the test this time, and the score should be enough..."

Su Zian stopped, looked at him and said, "Stop following me."

Du Qian was stunned for a moment, stood at the corner of his mouth with a helpless smile, and said, "Teacher, do you think I'm quite annoying?"

Su Zian didn't comfort him like before the exam this time. He didn't shake his head or nod. He just frowned slightly and said, "If you call me teacher, you should know that I am your teacher, and you should keep a little distance from me."

Du Qian looked at him and said, "Teacher, you..." He bit his lips as if he had made a lot of determination, and asked in a low voice, "Are you?"

Su Zian knew what he was asking, but this person was different from Li Ke, Jian Yuhuan and even his family members. If they asked him, he would admit it openly, because he didn't want to deceive his friends and family.But this Du Qian is his student. Du Qian paid the tuition fee, so he is obliged to teach him painting at school. What obligation and responsibility does he have to satisfy his curiosity after leaving school?

Su Zi looked at him calmly for a while, and said, "Whether I am or not has nothing to do with you. This is my own business, isn't it?"

Du Qian had never encountered such a cold answer. He was stunned for a moment, but his eyes soon dimmed. He was not stupid, and he could hear the rejection and rejection in Su Zian's words.

The two said goodbye in a cold and distant manner. Du Qian watched Su Zian walk away, and watched him get into the black car waiting on the side of the road. After a while, his eyes slowly regained focus.He squinted his eyes to see the direction the car was leaving. He always remembered the people around Su Zian clearly. If he couldn't do it, what qualifications would others have to stay by Teacher Su's side?