Extraordinary relationship

I don't know if it was infected by the students, or if I was playing too much. Han Su caught a cold when he came back from the art museum that day. He was so demanding, so Han Su stayed in the studio honestly these days from morning to night.

The studio course is roughly like this. Take good light to paint in the morning, sketch in the afternoon, and sketch in the evening. On weekends, some students have to add design classes.In addition, each class is equipped with different teachers. Those who teach color only teach color, and those who teach sketch only teach sketch. The teaching staff must have excellent professional skills. Although the contract year is long, the salary and various benefits after the probationary period It's also really nice.

For example, they provide three meals in the cafeteria, the standard three meat and one vegetable, the taste is not the same, many teachers would rather make an extra trip every day to solve the three meals here.

At noon, Mr. Lu Ye, who teaches sketching, came at lunch time. He passed by Han Su's office and saw the man who was sick and paralyzed on the sofa after class. You don’t even eat lunch, how sad is it to be dumped?”

"Didn't you see that I'm sick!" Han Su raised his head, "Hey, I found out if you all have sympathy, are you planning to bully the boss every day?"

"Who dares to bully you." Lu Ye walked in and leaned on the radiator and said with a smile, "I didn't see that you were sick since you didn't go out for sex. I thought you were broken in love and came here to comfort you. You don't appreciate it."

"It's because I'm sick that I don't go out for sex." Han Su pulled the blanket over his body, "Do you really care about me?"

"Really!" Lu Ye said firmly.

"That's fine!" Han Sudden moved a few times, took out his wallet from the pocket of the down jacket hanging next to him, and took out three cards from Grandpa Mao, and handed them over: "Help me go to Baihui Building opposite to pack a seafood porridge."

"..." Lu Ye felt that someone had tricked him, so he accepted the money with humiliation, and said, "Two servings of seafood porridge, what more do you want?"

Han Su glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Order whatever you like, preferably light."

Lu Ye: "Okay, more refunds and less compensation."

"Can there be less..." Han Su closed his eyes with difficulty, completely despairing of Teacher Lu at this moment.

Han Su lay on the sofa with a headache. He felt like a failure. He didn't have many good people who respected the old and loved the young under his command. The receptionist downstairs was a bit brainless. Teacher Xiao Wang couldn't speak but had a lot of problems. Lin Lin Addicted to yy, Lu Ye has a cheap mouth and a chicken thief...

About half an hour later, Lu Ye came back with a large and small meal bag.Han Suo usually cooks small dishes for the faculty and staff, and he is quite familiar with the restaurants around him. When he basically orders takeout, he just picks up the dishes from the restaurant and sends them back when he finishes eating.

Lu Ye put the lunch bag on the table, and before he could sit on his buttocks, Teacher Lin Lin rushed in, sat beside Han Su excitedly and said, "I want all the information from that handsome man within 3 minutes!"

"Big handsome - me? No appointment." Han Su waved his hand dying, and watched indifferently as Teacher Lu put the 28 yuan change on his desk and pressed it with a water glass.

"Show me some face, I've seen enough of your old face!" Lin Lin graciously helped Han Su put the porridge bowl in front of his eyes, broke off a convenient chopstick and handed it over, "I was about to go back to school after work, and I passed by a hundred people across the street. Huilou, at the door, I saw a handsome guy with a handsome body and a very elegant temperament talking to Lord Lu, and the handsome guy heard that you were sick and wanted to come to express condolences—fuck, you two are not gay!"

"Fuck your sister Ji, thank you straight man!" Han Su immediately sat up, with an ominous premonition in his heart, he turned his head and asked Lu Ye, "Who did you meet at the restaurant?"

"Can anyone tell me your name? Just say my surname, you know someone who works in architecture!" Lu Ye placed plates, bowls and bowls on the table in a strange manner, and casually rolled a packing bag into a ball and stuffed it behind the radiator. , "People are frightened when they hear that your glasses are sick, wait for the pick-up at night!"

"People don't wear glasses." Han suddenly lowered his eyes, hating himself in his heart for why he didn't listen to other people's advice and moved to the suburbs, and bumped into acquaintances every day in such a ostentatious place!He pointed to the embroidered stamp of "Han Su Studio" on Lu Ye's chest with the tip of his chopsticks, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go out wearing the work clothes of the studio in the future!"

"Pretend, just keep pretending!" Lu Ye's smile became more and more flat, "What's the matter, Brother Su, you've recovered from your illness and why don't you pretend you don't want to see someone? No wonder I haven't seen you bring me here for three years. My girlfriend has come back, so it turns out that she has been hiding in the golden house for a long time!"

"When will he come?" Han Su didn't want to talk to Lu right now, and planned to deal with him after he recovered from his illness.

Lin Lin, whose face was distorted due to divergent thoughts, answered, "It sounds like four or five o'clock, are you in a hurry? Hee hee!"

"Hee hee hee hee!" Han Su picked up a chopstick and held a piece of bitter gourd in the air, "Could you be careful with your image, a pretty big girl, and talk about everything every day!"

"Look, I've shifted my fire due to a guilty conscience!" Lin Lin grinned at him, "I won't talk about it if it's okay—if the conversation doesn't work out tonight, you tell me, and I'm willing to take over!"

"Get lost!" Han Su waved his chopsticks, "If you don't leave, be careful not to catch up with the No. [-] bus!"

Lin Lin ran out before Han Su killed the man, turned back halfway and stuck his head in the door and said, "One last question, which of the two of you is down there?"

"Get out—" Han Su flew out with a chopstick and hit the door with a clang.

The afternoon passed quickly, and when school was about to leave, Han Su had a fever again, and he really wanted to go home, but Renjin Shuan only expressed his intention to come to send care at noon, and he left in the afternoon, as if he was hiding on purpose Yes, impolite, so I had no choice but to wander around bored, trying not to look so haggard.

At this point, the students have all gone to the cafeteria upstairs to eat, and there is no one in the corridor, only the low sound of blowing their noses can be heard from a classroom. At first, Han Su thought he had caught a cold, and wanted to go up to give him some warmth, but when he got closer, he found that he was crying.

Glancing at the shapeless gouache painting in front of him, Han Su took out a black mask from his pocket to cover his face, moved a stool and sat beside him, "What's going on—your mentality has collapsed?"

"Well, it collapsed." The student glanced at him, laughed himself after speaking, and accidentally sprayed a snot bubble from his nose. He grabbed a toilet paper and blew it, and said sullenly: "Teacher, you I don’t need to wear a mask, I have a cold too.”

Han Su took off his mask and put it in his pocket, put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward to look at him, "If you collapse, find a teacher, what's the use of crying!"

"The teacher corrected it in the afternoon. After the correction, I followed suit, but the result is still..." The student started to shed tears as he spoke, "Mr. Han, let me tell you the truth. I just wanted to take an art exam, but I found out that I couldn’t do anything.”

Han suddenly rubbed his head. In fact, there are many students like this. They don't really like art so they want to pass the art test.

Just like the student in front of me, it’s not that he doesn’t work hard. Since he came here, he has been painting until the middle of the night every day, but he may be a little less gifted in learning than others, or he hasn’t gotten the hang of it yet, or he hasn’t found it. Set yourself in the right direction.

But the sage said that there is no discrimination in teaching, and any teacher with a conscience cannot give up his students, not to mention that people do not spend less money.

Han Su reached out to grab a grape from the still life table, squeezed the skin and squeezed it into his mouth, and while throwing the skin, he flicked the glass bowl next to the bunch of grapes with his nails: "Are you not good at drawing this thing?"

"Yeah." The student wanted to say that he couldn't draw anything well, but felt that the teacher was right. It was these transparent objects that made him blind the most, so he nodded dejectedly: "I can't draw a transparent feeling."

Transparent containers have been a compulsory item in recent years, so the studio basically brings one or two glass bowls, glasses, etc. every day for still life.The overall tone of this group of still lifes today is rather dark, with a plush bear, a bottle of red wine, a transparent glass bowl filled with clear water and some fruits placed in front of the brown background cloth.

Han Su pulled out the cork from the bottle of red wine, sniffed the mouth of the bottle, took a goblet from the booth next door, poured the wine up to the mouth of the glass, and put it back on the table.

It was already dark, and the dim street lamps outside the window and the incandescent lamps in the room hit the cup alternately, forming rich layers on the surface of the purple liquid.

He said: "I will tell you why the painting is not good, because you care too much about the essence of still life. Whether it is water, glass or red wine in front of you is not a question for beginners to consider."

He yawned, twitched his nose, took out a clean chalk from the bucket next to him, pointed the tip of the pen at the goblet and asked, "What did you see?"

The student hesitated for a moment and said, "There is red wine in the transparent glass."

"No." Han Su said, "What you see is purple, a mixture of cold and warm, and different shades of purple."

"Yes—" The student seemed to have realized something suddenly, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he returned to the state of ignorance, and his eyes sank in thought.

Han Ju tapped his drawing board twice, and continued: "When you see a brown background, you know you want to paint brown. You never think about whether the background itself is cloth or wood, but when you see something purple, why do you have to paint it?" To think of it as a liquid?"

The student looked at his painting and suddenly burst into tears: "So the best part of my painting is the background cloth behind it?"

Han Ju also laughed, sniffed and said, "Although I don't want to hit you, it's true."

"Teacher, I seem to understand a little bit!" The student didn't feel inferior this time, but looked out of the window with bright eyes: "Just like if I want to draw snow, I don't need to think about whether it is a small ice crystal, just draw the white dots I see That’s right, when painting wine, I only paint the purple that I see, and when painting glass and water, I just paint the color that my eyes see, without thinking about what it is, whether it is transparent or not, right!”

"Almost." Although painting can be described in words, it requires more understanding. If you understand it, you will leap forward. If you don't understand it, you can't help it. This child obviously has an epiphany.

But at this time, Han Su realized that he was too focused on the class and didn't notice that it was snowing outside. This was the first snow this year, and the great master at home should paint with passion again.

He squinted and looked out the window, and heard a student calling him from the side: "Teacher, it seems that someone is looking for you."

"Huh?" Han Su turned his head and met Jin Shu'an's eyes, "When did you come?"

He got up and patted the student on the shoulder: "Just draw according to your thinking, and ask me tomorrow if you don't understand. Have something to eat in the evening, and I'll go first." After finishing speaking, he walked towards Jinshu'an.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the things related to the art major, I can only write from the level of my own understanding, and I cannot guarantee that it is completely reliable. If you have a friend who draws, just watch it and don’t take it seriously