Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Liang Hanqing was sweating from the tip of her nose, she was very anxious.

Their color test has already started this afternoon, and the topic this time is a bit abnormal. The abstract "wind" needs to be drawn out of the wind, and the entire quarto paper needs to be drawn, which makes it difficult for many children who are used to sketching. start.The 10 minutes of conception have passed, and many people have not even moved their brushes, and Liang Hanqing is one of them.

In fact, he has already figured out how to paint, but his paint box was knocked over. It is strictly forbidden for candidates to communicate with each other in this competition, so if he asks to borrow from others, he will definitely be treated as cheating. Look up at the teacher who is still walking around , Liang Hanqing was really in a hurry.

He has worked so hard for so long and already believes that he can paint well. If he stops because of this reason, then he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Gritting his teeth, Liang Hanqing wanted to raise his hand several times to signal to the teacher, but he felt compelled not to do that well. Looking at the completely mixed paint on the ground, Liang Hanqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and scooped up the brush.

His paint was already dirty, all kinds of colors were mixed together, and there was no color that was clean and unstained, so why did he insist on using clean colors?The color is originally high-purity, high-brightness, and high-brightness, but it is impossible for the painted thing to be as bright as the color of the paint, so before they spread the paint on the paper, they will always adjust the purity of the paint on the palette. Now that his paints have all been mixed, aren't these colors on the ground the same as those on the palette?It's just that one can be adjusted, and the other is adjusted unintentionally.

After adjusting his mentality, Liang Hanqing scooped up the palette on the side, searched among the messy colors, and then stirred it with a brush, and the mixed pigments were sent to the palette for finer adjustments. color.

A good painting is luck, and a bad painting is just failure. It is already great for him to stand out among the more than 500 people, so Liang Hanqing didn't struggle with anything this time. The colors wander leisurely on the drawing paper.

Cool tones, warm tones, mid-tones, and even black and white are mixed together to create unusually unique colors.

What he wants to express is the wind, which is invisible and intangible, and you can only feel it when it brushes against your skin.

The wind is even more flavorful, especially the wind after the rain.

Slightly cool, with a unique smell of earth and a touch of grass, and even smell the smell of fallen leaves in autumn.

With her eyes closed, Liang Hanqing daubed on the drawing paper with her right hand. It was random, but rather following a unique rhythm, as if being held up by the wind.He could feel the wind, the gusts of wind blowing on his body, lifting the corners of his clothes and messing up his hair.

He remembered the summer night wind, for example, when he just woke up in this world, he would never forget that smell.

He remembered the wind on a winter night, sharp and cold, just like the wind he felt in his previous life before his death.

He remembered a lot... even the wind in the warm afternoon sun, the wind that brushed against the man's cheek.

The wind is strong and soft, it is like a person, with temper, temperature, and naughty.

The wind has a sound, just like the sound of flowers blooming and the sound of falling snow.

Tilting his ears slightly, he could hear a small wind rushing in his ears.

Slowly, slowly, Liang Hanqing stopped thinking, his hands moved freely on the painting as if consciously.

Blue and orange, red and ocher, ocher and yellow, gray and white, even black is unwilling to occupy a place in the painting.

When he opened his eyes again, his painting was finished.

Looking at the colorful drawing paper, Liang Hanqing smiled slightly, he thought he could only go so far, it was impossible for him to get the qualification certificate of "ipc" Asia division.But he still felt happy because he worked hard and had remarkable success.

After packing up the things, the drawing board was still there, and he raised his hand to signal to the teacher that he would hand in the paper in advance.

This competition allows early submission of papers, but these children may not even finish their paintings, let alone hand in papers in advance. There are very few contestants like Liang Hanqing, unless they are contestants who decide to give up.

Those teachers took it for granted that Liang Hanqing was a contestant who gave up because of abnormal test questions, so they didn't go to look at his paintings, and waved him away.

Liang Hanqing left the examination room, looked up at the blue sky, then at the tall brown building in front of her, and sighed slightly, like helplessness, victory, or farewell.Liang Hanqing's back was extremely relaxed. He turned around and went to the lake, and entered the hidden bushes. He planned to sit here and take a good rest.

What Liang Hanqing didn't know was that after he left, a teacher walked up to his painting out of curiosity, and immediately showed surprise. Regardless of this being in the examination room, he immediately called several teachers to look at the painting .These four teachers all thought that Liang Hanqing's early submission of the paper was not what they thought. He didn't give up, but he was confident.Such a hugely misunderstood protagonist has already fallen asleep on his head in his painting bag. I have to say that Liang Hanqing is somewhere

The face is really talented, maybe we can call it heartless.

Liang Hanqing hid in the bushes and took a nap for a while, opened her eyes and looked at her watch. It was 5 minutes before the end of the game.

Well, my neck is a little stiff from sleeping.Sitting up and stretching, Liang Hanqing twisted her sore neck, stood up and patted the grass clippings on her body, and suddenly saw that there was an extra person beside her.Turning around, I realized that it didn't seem like there was indeed someone there...

That man was a foreigner, and he was drawing with an easel, with the drawing board facing Liang Hanqing, so he had no idea what the man was painting.

The man's hair was light flaxen, his facial features were deep and eye-catching, and he was tall.After sizing up the man who appeared suddenly, Liang Hanqing saw that he was so absorbed in painting, and wanted to walk away quietly, but unexpectedly, the man who was concentrating on painting suddenly raised his head, with a pair of sharp light blue eyes, he stared at After looking at Liang Hanqing for a while, Liang Hanqing felt hairy all over before he opened his mouth and said: "Adonis Bryan" spit out these words in a fairly fluent Chinese.

Liang Hanqing: "?" What is this man talking about?

The man said again: "i'madonis brain." After saying this, the man left with his drawing board in his hands.

Liang Hanqing stood there blankly. His English was pretty good. The man said just now seemed to be a string of names. After contacting the man's last sentence, Liang Hanqing understood. The man said his name was Adonis Bryan.

weirdo.With a murmur in his heart, Liang Hanqing didn't pay much attention to this matter, and with the whistle of the end of the game, he put aside the experience just now.

Liang Hanqing came out of the bushes and stood on the side of the road waiting for Qi Hengzhi. Because there were fewer people this time, Liang Hanqing saw Qi Hengzhi who was downstairs after a while.Like telepathy, Qi Hengyi took a look at where Liang Hanqing was when he went downstairs, and then walked over.

"Why so fast this time, how is it?" Qi Hengzhi asked.

Liang Hanqing smiled and shook her head, but said nothing.