Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

No.1 in the entrance examination, absolutely real. "The fourth child looked down at Wen Yu while talking, "What about you?" "

"You're busy with your work." Wen Yu raised his hands, "I'll take care of myself."

"Row."

The fourth child was indeed a bit busy today. After finishing speaking, he assigned tasks to the assistants, and everyone got busy together.Cai Cai stood up and led Fu Yuhan towards the warehouse: "There are drawing boards inside, let's go in and talk about it."

Previously, Fu Yuhan just strolled around briefly, and was led by Cai Cai to find out that the innermost hole is hidden. There are several places in the corner of the studio and the interior of the lounge where paintings can be used, and even the easel that was set up was confiscated.

"Have you ever learned painting before?" Cai Cai asked while walking.

"I have been looking at the pictures and thinking about drawing for several years," Fu Yuhan said, "I haven't studied them systematically."

"Sketch it for me."

Fu Yuhan handed over the sketchbook.

Cai Cai turned a few pages: "Not bad."

Although the sketches are fast, they are very solid. Fu Yuhan's paintings are sophisticated, but immature can be seen in some areas that require theoretical knowledge.

"Is the sketch drawn by yourself?"

"Correct."

"What about the colors?"

"Did you paint in watercolor?"

"You haven't painted with gouache before, have you?"

"Um……"

Cai Cai took Fu Yuhan to the warehouse to find drawing boards and drawing paper and other painting materials, then took him back to the easel in the corner of the studio, and began to draw up today's content.

"We don't have plaster statues here either, let's find you some still life paintings." Cai Cai said, "You sharpen your pencils first, and I'll fetch two suitable vases."

"it is good."

Fu Yuhan watched Cai Cai walk towards the outer room, and his eyes fell on Wen Yu who followed.

"What?" He felt that Wen Yu's expression seemed a little strange.

"You showed him the sketchbook?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"...Can I see it?"

Fu Yuhan handed it over.

At first, Wen Yu was surprised by his generosity.

However, he soon discovered that this was not the book full of Yang Fan.

... no wonder.

It was he who misunderstood. A painter should not have only one book of sketches.

He closed the album and was about to return it, but he saw Fu Yuhan staring at him with an indescribably delicate expression.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Yu waved his hand.

"... Ah, it's nothing." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, tore off the paper glue, and pasted the sketch paper on the drawing board.

He was thinking about Wen Yu, but he couldn't tell him.