Chapter 38: Nan Yukong is in class

Luan Xiaotian Ni stared at Nan Yukong's move to leave, and muttered to himself that it was so terrible that someone suddenly came to have a temper.
It doesn't matter if you want to leave one day.
The housekeeper stood aside, smiling.
I haven't seen Young Master Three so happy for so long, this Miss Luan is a powerful character.
The smile on Young Master San’s face every day is also a loss to her.
Before Miss Luan came, this villa was not even a bit popular, except for the servants who cleaned it three or four times a day.
Although there are only three of them now, they have the atmosphere of home.
Presumably, the three young masters also had this feeling to smile from the heart.
But after that day the man named Yu Luochen came and stopped the third young master's car in the middle of the night, he really didn't repent.
It is estimated that the third young master was sulking this time because he heard the name Yu Luochen at school.
The housekeeper sighed, "Ms. Luan, the third master is in the studio, you can go up and have a look after you have eaten."
"Um..." Luan Xiaotian hesitated, "Okay."
Those who eat, live in, and use other people's homes shouldn't be so vain. That's what it means. It's okay to go up for a polite greeting.
Besides, Nan Yukong did help her a lot.
"This time I will help you clean up the dishes," the house steward took the initiative, "you go up and see the third master."
"Excuse me." Luan Xiaotian chuckled, lightly tapping his toes and went to the studio on the second floor.
A tall figure stood in front of the window facing the light, holding a palette and paintbrush in his hand.
A draft on the drawing paper is already drawn.
The picture shows a girl with long hair, a small wild flower pinned in her ear, a straw hat in her hand, and a lively smile on her side looking backward.
From the perspective of Luan Xiaotian, the girl's facial features are small and exquisite. She is wearing a long skirt and standing among the flowers, as if she is about to walk out of the painting.
That is a painting full of love.
It was the impression Luan Xiaotian felt at first glance.
From the first stroke of the pen, Nan Yukong never left her eyes wherever the pen tip touched.
Until the coloring of a painting comes to an end.
The clouds floating in the sky with large blue patches seem to use rendering technology, which is realistic and has a three-dimensional effect.
The girl in the painting has black hair, and the long skirt on her body is beige, and the lining skin is more tender and beautiful.
Because of the combination of thick coating and thin coating, the brush marks are perfectly used in a series of techniques of rubbing, rubbing, and shaking, and cleverly avoids all the disadvantages of gouache painting.
Luan Xiaotian was shocked, is it still human hands?
Not only is the oil painting superbly crafted, even the gouache is superb.
"Mr. Nan, your dry painting and wet painting methods are very good." Luan Xiaotian tried to touch the newly painted painting with his fingers, but was patted off by a large and powerful hand.
Nan Yukong said in a deep voice, "Intentionally?"
"Hey," it was all seen, "Who made your paintings look so beautiful, without letting others feel jealous?"
"Gouache pays attention to a whole and then a part, deep and bright color," Nan Yukong explained to Luan Xiaotian's longing eyes, "Gouache painting is the same as oil painting. It is a kind of color painting first and then part. Start with a dark block."
Luan Xiaotian nodded again and again, no wonder she was picking a little bit when she was learning, and she looked terribly ugly at the last glance.
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