adult small pillow

Lu Mianzhi looked at the small white flower on the draft paper, and wanted to draw the petals with a pen.

But thinking that it was painted for him by the little pillow, I didn't want to destroy the overall feeling.

Take a closer look, the little white flower is quite well drawn.Every piece... every petal is round and full, and the color of the stamen is also warm and soft.

The whole looks like a poached egg.

so cute.

Lu Mianzhi took out the physics handouts that the small pillow had organized for him from the drawer, and put the drawings into the handouts to prevent them from being lost.

Fang Ziyu glanced at it from behind, and was startled by the thickness of the handout, so she couldn't help being a little speechless.

He also saw Qu Yixian's painting at the same time, but Lu Mianzhi blocked most of the drawing, he only saw the stamens and petals, and he blurted out a compliment:

"Ah Xian, the fried eggs you drew are really good, I'm so hungry."

Lu Mianzhi and Qu Yixian turned around at the same time.

The slender flower stems and wilted green leaves that were blocked by Lu Mianzhi were also exposed.

Fang Ziyu was speechless for a moment.

Lu Mianzhi's calm gaze made his scalp tingle, Fang Ziyu lowered his head and stared at the flowers drawn by Qu Yixian, as if if he stared closely, the flowers would turn into poached eggs.

Qu Yixian never thought that Fang Ziyu's flowers would be regarded as poached eggs by Fang Ziyu.

He, he thought the painting was pretty good.

Qu Yixian blushed, and explained in a low voice: "It's not fried eggs, it's little white flowers..."

It is a small white flower.

After being told by Fang Ziyu, Qu Yixian himself felt a bit like fried eggs.

He pursed his lips in frustration, took back the painting from Lu Mianzhi's hand, and picked up the colored pencils to paint the little white flower so that people would not misunderstand it.

As a result, I took the wrong color, and I took the light yellow used to paint the stamens.

There was an extra light yellow print on the petals, Qu Yixian bit the bullet and put a thin border around the petals.

The "stamens" in the middle are tender and bulging, the surrounding "petals" are white and flat, and there is an extra crispy golden edge on the side.

More like fried eggs.

Qu Yixian: ...

He thought he could hear the students in the back row covering their mouths and holding back their laughter.

Qu Yixian bowed his head in despair, and said to Fang Ziyu and Lu Mianzhi in an angry voice, "Laugh."

Brother Yi said that holding back a smile is not good for your health.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Ziyu's laughter sounded from the back row.

Lu Mianzhi only slightly curled the corner of his mouth, but Qu Yixian still felt extremely embarrassed.

He lay mournfully on the desk, and didn't raise his head until the bell rang.

He looked up only to find that there was an extra piece of draft paper on his desk at some point.

A colorful purse was drawn on the paper... a colorful little flower in a flower.

The outermost layer of florets is light yellow.

Then pink, orange, light purple... Lu Mianzhi imitated his little white flower, drew a small colored flower, and wrote "Lu Mianzhi. September 2021, 9. Presented to Qu Yixian" in the lower right corner .”

In the end, Lu Mianzhi was still reluctant to paint on the painting on the small pillow.

He simply took a piece of paper and pressed it on the painting on the small pillow to make a copy.

When Lu Mianzhi was a child, he learned painting from his mother for a period of time.

Sketch, oil painting, ink painting... More or less.

The 5-year-old Lu Mianzhi couldn't draw such an ugly flower.

Qu Yixian's ears warmed up, and he quickly put the painting into his schoolbag.

***

Fang Ziyu and Qin Yizhou chose basketball and 50 meters.

Yuan Qian chose photography and musical instruments.

Qu Yixian was a little surprised, it was the first time he knew that Yuan Qian could play the piano.

When Yuan Qian and Lu Mianzhi played together, they never played the piano.

But Fang Ziyu and the others knew.

Fang Ziyu explained: "Every time Ah Qian plays a difficult piano piece at the art festival, we can win an award for our class. But except for the judges and the five audiences selected by each class, none of us have ever heard it. .”

Qin Yizhou added: "Usually he only plays at home."

Fang Ziyu sighed: "Ah Qian is very stingy in this regard. It's okay to play it once, so he didn't play it for us."

Every time, only the top five students in the class can be the audience.Their grades in the senior high school entrance examination were mediocre, and their student numbers did not make it to the top.There is no chance to be a spectator.

Fang Ziyu sighed while secretly looking at Qin Yizhou and Yuan Qian.

Regarding this, Yuan Qian was very indifferent: "You ask Zhuang Yi to play it for you."

Zhuang Yi can also play the piano.

It is still the same teacher as Yuan Qian.

It's just that Xiao Zhuang Yi couldn't sit still, and he stopped learning after learning a little superficial.Unlike Yuan Qian, who has persisted until now.

Fang Ziyu: ...

It's not that he never asked Zhuang Yi to play.

To be honest, he can think of what Zhuang Yi will play for him with the hair of his hair.

Either "Grandpa's Big Clock," or "Moccasin Moccasins."

Fang Ziyu waved his hand and stepped back to play with his mobile phone.

It seems to open social software to chat with others.

It seems to be with Zhuang Yi.

Gee.

these two people.

Yuan Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at Qu Yixian.

He and Qu Yixian both chose photography.

"What are you going to shoot?" Yuan Qian leaned over and asked Qu Yixian.

Qu Yixian hasn't made up his mind yet.

Small flowers, grass, and a tortoiseshell kitten basking in the sun.

Teachers, classmates, Liang Yi, Yan Jing, Yuan Youyou.

Lu Yu, Irene.

And Lu Mianzhi.

Qu Yixian blushed, shook her head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Yuan Qian nodded: "Yes. This year's theme hasn't come out yet."

Qu Yixian was taken aback.

Yuan Qian explained: "The theme of the art festival's photography is different every year. Last year it was 'a small thing'. This year's theme has not yet been decided, so I don't know what it will be."

"But the theme of each year is very broad, no matter what you shoot, you can basically fit it in."

Yuan Qian taught him his experience: "Every year I go to shoot on this weekend, take a photo book with me, refer to the aperture and focal length, and take a few groups of photos of various things."

"Then next Wednesday, we will come up with a theme, choose a group that fits well, and work on the theme when writing the introduction. Then find a few reference books that teach post-editing, find something similar, and learn to edit the next picture."

Qu Yixian felt that Yuan Qian was right.

He is not very good at photography and painting.Should find some books to read.

I was going to Lu Mian's home after school.

Qu Yixian talked to Lu Mianzhi, and changed the location of make-up lessons to the library.

He handed Lu Mianzhi the math lecture notes he had sorted out yesterday.

Let him start with the questions first.

Then he went to the bookshelf marked "Art" to find the books he needed.

"Learn to Sketch in 3 Minutes", "Learn to Draw in Five Days", "Learn to Draw in 30 Days".

"The Knack of Sketching", "The Knack of Watercolor", "The Collection of Complete Self-taught Watercolor Painting".

The books in Qu Yixian's arms are getting higher and higher.

until it blocked his view.

He reached for the last book of "Berryman's Human Structure Drawing Instructions", but touched its spine at the same time as his other hand.

Qu Yixian struggled to poke his head out from behind a stack of books, and saw a classmate who looked a little familiar, but he couldn't name him.

The other party knew him.

"Hi, Qu Yixian." The other party smiled, showing his small canine teeth, looking very sunny.

There was a lot of noise in the library, so the man lowered his voice and introduced himself, "My name is Chen Shijun, from Class 5. I played basketball with Fang Ziyu and the others, do you remember?"