Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Looking at Bai Xiaoxiao who kept sticking out the drawing board to look at her at the other end of the studio, Liang Hanqing felt a little helpless.They had already known each other in the shrub just now, and Bai Xiaoxiao could be regarded as a very famous painter in the future, but he didn't expect to look like this when he was young.After sighing, Liang Hanqing ignored that gaze and concentrated on studying the exam questions.

It had been 5 minutes since they entered the examination room, and by coincidence, he and Bai Xiaoxiao were in the third studio.The questions for this exam have been written on the blackboard. In order to allow the students to develop more fully, the teacher specially set aside 10 minutes for conception. During these 10 minutes, the participating students can imagine to their heart's content.

Looking at the beautiful writing on the blackboard, Liang Hanqing frowned. The title of the sketch for the first session was a sketch of a human body that he had made up recently, and the one he was going to draw was a sad man.There is only this sentence on the blackboard, without detailed descriptions and requirements. No wonder the organizing committee will let the contestants have 10 minutes to think about the topic after they know the topic. Anyone who encounters this kind of topic will think about it for a while.

It didn't take long to frown, he already knew what he was going to paint, after all, the title "a sad man" was very in line with his original state before he started again.

Picking up the pencil, he sighed slightly at the drawing paper in front of him, and then concentrated, everything around him was blocked by him.

After taking shape, he began to shape a strange yet familiar person.That was my former self.

The pencil in his hand flexibly moves and outlines on the paper, and he thinks of the past.

When he was young, he was abandoned by his parents for unknown reasons, stayed in other people's homes for a long time, and fell in love with someone he shouldn't love. His humble and cowardly personality made him dare not face anything in the past.Although I have started all over again, the shadow of more than ten years in my heart cannot be erased.Regarding that deep-rooted memory, rather than saying that he let it go, it is better to say that he hid that memory, and occasionally came out to touch his heart and create some negative emotions for him.

He didn't forget it, that's why he tried his best to draw pictures to prove the meaning of his life again.

Lines flowed out from his pen tip one by one, the old years churned in his mind, and the indelible sadness climbed onto the drawing paper along the veins of the muscles and bones.The rush of time left an indelible memory in his heart, and the emotional failure made him realize suddenly, the joy of having a new one, mixed with the smug hope.Sad and hopeful man stands under a leafless tree.

The slight angle of looking up makes the character thin but not thin, and Fawu beside him makes him not so monotonous. The black and white fallen leaves all over the place are peaceful and peaceful, and strong emotions invade the senses of the viewers. It's just such a simple black and white painting, the emotions hidden in it are immeasurable.

Perhaps it was because he had been depressed for too long in the past. When Liang Hanqing drew this painting, his brows were fierce, and his dark and clear eyes were as bright as a morning star, like the cold wind in winter in the north. His eyes stretched out, filled with a touch of melancholy.grey.

Too obsessed with the world in the painting, Liang Hanqing couldn't see a few teachers wandering around and stopped. They were all looking at Liang Hanqing's painting, looking at the painting that seemed to be able to split flesh and blood and reach the heart. They exchanged a few glances with each other, looked at the painting for a while, and then dispersed without a trace, wandering around in the studio at will.

Exhaling a foul breath, Liang Hanqing put down the pencil, rubbed the center of his brows, frowned, and looked tired.

He has never been so tired from drawing, even though hours of practice before did not make him feel so tired, but today's competition made him feel this feeling, which is not good.

Putting down his hands covered in light gray, Liang Hanqing tidied up the scattered pencils, and looked up at his drawing.

The angle is looking up, the picture is one person and one tree, and the emotional tone is sadness.The depiction of the back of the characters is unexpectedly good. The slender, regular but flexible and breathable lines outline the picture with a sense of reality. The setting sun simulated with a brush makes people have a real feeling of being able to shine on the body.

The corners of Liang Hanqing's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled lightly, his dark eyes were full of stars, like the most breathtaking color in the black universe.

He is very satisfied with this painting.

Picking up the paintbrush, slightly modifying the unsatisfactory details, and then looking at the painting, Liang Hanqing heaved a sigh of relief.

He knew that he who painted this painting had actually passed a hurdle, a hurdle after his painting career and his comeback, if he couldn't get over it, he could only stay where he was, and if he crossed over, there was a piece of land outside the door. wider ground.

After moving his stiff fingers a few times, his gaze was still attached to the painting, and the back view of the person in the painting made him suddenly feel a little inexplicably lonely.When a person grows up, the life under his parents' knees is different from ordinary people. When he grows up, he only cowardly surrounds one person, ignored by everyone, and the person he loves is insignificant to his existence, and then he I lived to be over 30 years old, still doing nothing, and I didn’t even let others know my intentions. One person died in an inevitable disaster, and one person went through the dark 16 years to start again. Although he was timid and silent in the past, The only thing to be proud of is that he has experienced a lot of torture and troubles. He is all alone. There is no one to rely on to make him feel at ease, and there is no safe embrace for him to rest. There is only one person.

Eat alone, read alone, talk to yourself alone, watch movies alone, entertain yourself alone, persevere in silence, go to death alone, no one will accompany you.

People in this world come and go naked, and between coming and going, the moonlight does not change, and the mountains and rivers do not change.Maybe a hundred years in a hurry, if there is an unforgettable memory, it will also be buried in the loess at the end of life and never see the light of day.Those joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys during your lifetime can only be experienced by yourself. Perhaps your achievements and notoriety are enough to leave a few words, a few lines of plain ink in the history books, and what is written by others will eventually be written by others. What do you think? , They just guess and grope, they don't really understand.In the torrent of time, only you are upside down.

In a daze, Liang Hanqing suddenly realized that she had always been alone, and had never had a real love affair, only the one that hurt him badly was left in her memory.

Holding his chin, Liang Hanqing frowned his pretty eyebrows. Maybe he was really lonely, so he thought about it. He should need someone to accompany him.

Thinking of this thought, Liang Hanqing was startled. He originally loved Ye Hang and only wanted to look at him and think about him, but he never thought about who he wanted to be with. Now, although Ye Hang's shadow cannot be completely erased , but it is almost gone. The most important thing he thinks about now is his sexuality.

He couldn't figure out whether he liked Ye Hang more or was more infatuated with him. He didn't know whether he liked women or whether he could accept men.Maybe he should try to find one?Find someone who can accompany him.

Startled by this thought, Liang Hanqing immediately put aside those distracting thoughts. She is not too old now, so she will think about those things later, and later.Focusing on the painting again, Liang Hanqing spent the last few minutes of the competition picking out the parts of the painting that were not very detailed.

So the first sketch of the national competition passed smoothly.