静物

Under the dim yellow spotlight, the woman's naked white body exudes a warm luster.In the rounded curves, some sharp muscle lines can be seen, extending from the back to the round chest, from the lower abdomen to the hidden triangle...

"So tired! So tired!"

The 6B pencil in Tang Xiangying's hand tapped the drawing board impatiently, and the girl's beautiful face was full of exhaustion.

"I don't draw men, so it's very boring?"

The woman on the stage turned her head, slowly stretched her body, and began to put on clothes for her naked and slender body.

"Haha, Wu Tong, don't tell the truth! How hard do you want her to be?" Li Shiqing laughed twice, but she never raised her gaze as she spoke, and was still scribbling on the human body sketch in her hand.

"Hey!" Tang Xiangying uttered contemptuously, which reminded Wu Tong that this guy has never been able to take jokes, "I think naked women are much more difficult than naked men. The muscle lines are not so clear, so it is difficult to draw."

Tang Xiangying's appearance is not so similar to her personality. She looks like a "player", but she is a very demanding and well-behaved person.

On her small and pointed face, there are big facial features. Wu Tong analyzed it like this. She felt that Tang Xiangying's facial features were not in proportion to her face. Her eyes seemed too big, her nose was very straight, and her lips were thin but narrow There are still too many facial features...but usually the facial features of beautiful women are out of proportion, and those that are in proportion are usually not the most beautiful.

Turning to look at Li Shiqing, Wu Tong can once again confirm the saying that "out-of-proportion is beauty". Li Shiqing has a narrow face, exaggeratedly long eyelashes, deep double eyelids that seem to be painted, and with light-colored eyes, she looks like a mixed race , but after verification, Li Shiqing is indeed an upright Taiwanese.

"What's for lunch?" Wu Tong asked, carelessly kneading the soft rubber in his hand, lazily tidying up the utensils.

"My mother asked me to go home to eat." Tang Xiangying said apologetically. Wu Tong shrugged and didn't care. It was always like this. She would always be called home for dinner.

"I want to have dinner with my high school classmates, you don't fucking hate me, do you?" Li Shiqing asked.

Tang Xiangying gave her a hard look. She hated Li Shiqing's habit of saying dirty words anytime and anywhere.

"Um."

Wu Tong responded, not caring about the answer, and lowered his head to look at the sketches of the three of them.

The painting is like a human being. Tang Xiangying's body sketches have excellent proportions and carefully grasp the relationship between the model's limbs and body.Li Shiqing is rough and fine, capturing the charm and temperament of the model vividly.

Wu Tong sighed, feeling that he didn't have the talents of the two around him, and he felt quite ashamed in this classroom.

"Stop sighing, it's her who should be sighing!" Tang Xiangying said with a smile, pointing to the female model with her chin, "I see she also caught a cold after we finished painting."

The woman coughed twice.

Before Wu Tong finished sorting out the paintings, he waved his hand and sent Tang Xiangying and Li Shiqing away first.As she was about to leave, she realized she was the last student in the classroom to leave.

The remaining female models had just finished dressing and were about to leave.

Wu Tong felt a bit embarrassed, in front of him was the person whom he had just let himself see clearly, and it seemed a little unreasonable to say he was familiar or unfamiliar, but Wu Tong had never greeted the apples, teapots, and flowers he drew. …

At this moment, the female model coughed a few more times, met Wu Tong's gaze, and smiled.

How about this...

"Thank you for your hard work, do you want to have a hot drink together?"

It should be said that Wu Tong did not expect that she would really agree.

"Well, sister, why do you know how to be a mannequin?" Wu Tong took a sip of hot cocoa, trying to start a conversation with the woman.

"Hey, earn some pocket money! Just get money while standing still, isn't it good?"

With a slightly joking answer, Wu Tong was very skeptical.Standing still is very tiring. They observe while drawing, but they never feel that these models are easy.

"You don't need to call me sister, heh, although you are five years older, you can be a sister, but treat me as a friend!" She smiled sweetly, "I haven't passed the age to pretend to be tender."

Only then did Wu Tong know that her name was Bo Sen.

A very rare surname, a very masculine first name, which doesn't match her appearance very well, but has a conflicting personality beauty.

"Ah."

Five years older?can not tell.

She seems to be very mature and experienced, but after such a close look, Wu Tong realized that her facial features seem to be younger than her own.

It's also disproportionate.

A woman has fair skin, and her facial features are as delicate as ceramic dolls when she is still, but she has a bohemian and unrestrained temperament in her gestures.

"Can I see what you drew today?"

Wu Tong was embarrassed for a while, the sketch was not yet complete and detailed enough for people to appreciate.If it was Tang Xiangying or Li Shiqing, she wouldn't have such worries...

"Can you?" Bo Sen asked again with a smile. It was hard for Wu Tong to refuse the smiling face. He took out a sketch that was barely readable from the portfolio, and gently handed it to her.

The other party read it without saying a word, then handed it back.

Wu Tong didn't intend to ask for comments. She felt that it was bad if she didn't speak up. Most people are not used to expressing criticism. She didn't intend to make fun of herself, and it seemed embarrassing for the two of them.

"Do you find it embarrassing to draw the human body?" Person asked while playing with the handle of the mug.

"Not much."

"Really? How to say?"

"The model doesn't move, it's like painting a still life."

It is a still life that is very difficult to draw.

"Oh." Bo Sen chuckled softly, and spoke in a self-contained manner, "I also studied art before, but to be honest, I'm your senior sister! Well, it's just about age and seniority, don't mention it..."

"You study art?"

"I wish I was, too." Posen joked and admitted, "I actually read visual communication, huh, but after reading it, I realized that I might like art more..."

There is a subtle difference between design and art. Wu Tong thinks that this subtle difference can cause huge changes in future career planning or learning content during school.

"At the beginning, I only knew that design was born for people, and most of art was my own creation. When I was young and frivolous, I just felt that if creation was only for myself, wouldn't it be too narrow? Design! It seems very grand and powerful... "

Wu Tong only found out that Bo Sen realized her ambitions after her freshman year. She has a strong personal style and awareness. She is a little bit used to the design industry that emphasizes vision at the first second and communication at the second, and the rest are mostly commercial design industries. bad.But it's too late, if you want to change to catch up with other people's footsteps, Yanbi is imperative.

But Bo Sen didn't dare to turn around and ask his family for money to read more.

"It's okay to read the design department as an art department, but it takes a lot of psychological strength to face disappointment, because you can never get to the core, just like that, huh, the grand dream is shattered."

This was a tragedy, a tragedy of the higher education system, but Wu Tong found that although she said that she was envious of Wu Tong's work in the art department, Bo Sen didn't have any disappointment on his face.

"That's it, after four years?"

"Oh, that's right"

The two were in the form of a question and an answer. Wu Tong's gaze always fell on Bo Sen's shoulder, not because there was something there, but because she was not used to meeting people's gaze.

After Wu Tong finished his drink, he checked the time and got up. Bo Sen followed Wu Tong to stand up.

"You still have class later?"

"Um."

"You don't talk much, don't you usually like to talk?"

"no."

Wu Tong concentrated on putting away the used mug on the table, not realizing that the succinct tone of his voice was the real answer.

"Hehe," Bo Sen looked at Wu Tong and smiled, his big soft eyes were full of smiles, "It's really interesting."