Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Liang Hanqing has been in pain and very tired for more than half a month.

He didn't study French for a long time, and he had never even heard of many uncommon terms, and he couldn't understand them at all when he was studying theory in big lectures.At the same time, I have to memorize a lot of theories. Even if I memorize, some of them are still incomprehensible.

In fact, it doesn’t bother him. If he doesn’t understand, he can look up words in the book every day. If he doesn’t understand, he can also ask Zhong Xuan, who has lived in Europe for a long time. , is painting.

He hit the plateau.

The plain stage means that even if you try harder for a long time, he will not make new improvements, and even decline compared to the previous level. The plain stage is the most annoying stage for many people who study painting, because he needs The most important thing is epiphany, but this epiphany can be long or short, long for two or three years, short for one or two days, it all depends on a little luck.

Unfortunately, he is currently in the plateau.

Looking at the painting in front of him, Liang Hanqing no longer felt the same way as before. He felt so restless that he couldn't bear it, and he didn't even want to continue typing the lines on the painting.

Throwing the pencil aside, Liang Hanqing made it onto the window sill, where various things were placed on the large window sill, including painting bags, buckets, stacks of paper and many easel bags.Reaching out to brush away those things, Liang Hanqing moved closer to the window, put his forehead against the window, and looked at the students coming and going below through the transparent glass, silently lost in thought.

"Crack——" the sound of the shutter sounded.

Liang Hanqing didn't need to turn her head to know that Nelson was coming.

Ever since he scooped up the camera last time, he has been taking pictures of Liang Hanqing. He didn't specify what kind of pose he was posing, and would often make a "click" without Liang Hanqing's knowledge.

From being frightened at the beginning to being calm now, Liang Hanqing is really a result of experiencing such torture thousands of times.

"Hey, Liang, don't worry about it, look at how great this shot is, the sad and helpless expression, ah! It's great." After taking a few shots, Nelson leaned over to Liang Hanqing with a DSLR to point out. show him.

Liang Hanqing lazily turned his head and glanced at it casually. It was indeed good, but he was not interested in anything now.

"Student Winterbourn, can you please put your foot down, it's stepping on my rubber..." Zhong Xuan's voice sounded behind Nelson.

"Ah, sorry, I feel like I stepped on something, sorry..." Nelson apologized embarrassedly.

Zhong Xuan helplessly threw the eraser aside, leaned over to look at the photo on the monitor, and praised without a doubt: "This time the shot is good, much better than before. What kind of composition did you call it? It can draw people I'm dizzy."

After half a month of follow-up shooting, Nelson has already established a good relationship with Zhong Boss of A-1. After all, if he doesn't know each other, he will not even be able to enter the studio like at the beginning.

Nelson rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said, "That's because you don't appreciate it."

Zhong Xuan shrugged and said nothing.

Liang Hanqing leaned on the glass and watched the two quarreling enthusiastically, but he himself was not half-focused.

Zhong Xuan looked at the listless Liang Hanqing, and persuaded: "Everyone has a plain period, and it will pass in the future, so don't worry, it's just that the length of time is different."

Liang Hanqing forced a smile and said nothing.

To be honest, the past half month has been hit hard enough, and now it is even difficult for him to calm down and complete a painting.

He worked hard to paint, but failed to achieve any results. The kind of aggrieved and grievance is indescribable.

The only thing he was lucky about was that he had finished drawing the works for the January test long before the plain period.

"Since we are in the plain stage now, it is better to focus on the theory first. Maybe you will have an epiphany after learning the theory and pass the plain stage." Zhong Xuan also found a clean place and sat down. Come down and say.

Liang Hanqing nodded, cheered up, and said, "That's right, but I'm just afraid that I'll have an epiphany for a year or two, and finally graduate without learning anything..."

Zhong Xuan shook his head helplessly, and said: "Then don't think about it..." Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by a "click".

Nelson held up the camera, coughed lightly, sat on the folding chair as if nothing had happened, and said without apology: "Sorry, something went wrong..."

Seeing his complacent look, Zhong Xuan almost fell and kicked him, but he took a deep breath and held back forcefully.

Liang Hanqing still looked at them listlessly.

"Just follow my suggestion just now, you try..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a "click".

Zhong Xuan took another breath and endured it.

"Try it, if it doesn't work, I suggest you go out for a walk, maybe there will be..." There was another "click"

This time, Zhong Xuan finished the main point, couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the folding chair, and yelled the classic national curse at the purebred Italian: "Your mother, the sun! I'm going to fuck you right now!"

Zhong Xuan can be considered a talent. The first half of this sentence is in Chinese, and the second half is a mixture of Chinese and French...

Of course Nelson couldn't understand, but he knew that Zhong Xuan was angry, and he waved to Zhong Xuan while running, speaking the Chinese he had just learned from Liang Hanqing not long ago, and said twistedly: "Come after me, come."

Liang Hanqing watched the two quarreling for a long time, and couldn't help laughing. After many days of cloudy rain turned into a clear sky, she shook her head. Liang Hanqing looked at the thick Zhongfa dictionary at hand, and then looked at the thick theory book, and sighed. With a sigh of relief, he began to turn over resignedly.

Zhong Xuan and Nelson ran outside, and immediately stopped making trouble. Zhong Xuan looked at the beautiful Liang Hanqing, patted Nelson on the head, and said in a low voice: "You still have a trick, finally laughed .”

Nelson suddenly felt flustered and said, "Of course!"

Liang Hanqing turned the pages of the book, her mind seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, and she couldn't read it no matter what.Reluctantly closed the book.

Before making it back to the easel, Liang Hanqing was holding a pencil, staring at the copy of Fan's painting, quickly forming a good shape, and then brushing up the tone stroke by stroke.

The pen kept moving and flipping on the paper. Liang Hanqing remembered that this side should be drawn like this, and that side should be drawn like that.

Throwing down the paintbrush in his hand, Liang Hanqing grabbed his hair and stared at the painting helplessly.

At that moment, he was helpless.

"Why don't you try painting gouache, your gouache is not in the plain stage, how about it?" Zhong Xuan came back quietly, this time he didn't mean to be joking at all, and suggested seriously.

Liang Hanqing buried her head on her knees and nodded slightly.

If I paint gouache, probably, it will be different.

Liang Hanqing raised her head and looked blankly at the failed work in front of her, thinking so.

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Back in the dormitory, Liang Hanqing threw himself on the bed, covered his eyes with his hands, and put himself in the dark, he thought it would calm him down.

what can we do about it.

Will he be able to break through before the start of next year's continental competition?

Liang Hanqing stayed quietly for a while, then got up suddenly.

Slowly walking towards the painting still placed in the corner, Liang Hanqing moved the stool and sat there looking at it carefully.

Why didn't he incorporate the feeling in the gouache into the sketch.

Touching the undulating strokes on the drawing paper, Liang Hanqing closed her eyes and tried to imagine it as a sketch.

However, this has not worked for a long time.

Leaning dejectedly on the edge of the bed.

Liang Hanqing looked at the roof, feeling dazed.

In the plain stage, it’s like a rope is tied to your waist. When you run forward, it will hold you. No matter how hard you try, if you don’t untie the rope, you will still walk in place.

Liang Hanqing understands this truth, and he understands it too, but sometimes these things really can't be solved by people thinking about it.

He just needs an epiphany.

Looking at the dark sky, Liang Hanqing suddenly thought that he could go home tomorrow afternoon.

Family.

Liang Hanqing chewed the word carefully.

This word was never possible for him before.

He has a family, although there is only his elder brother, but it is still a family.

Sighing lightly, Liang Hanqing's boredom these days has been swept away by this news.

Forget it, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.

Turning over and getting under the quilt, Liang Hanqing turned off the light and fell asleep soundly.