Chapter 379: Complete painting

"If you are really friends, you should leave the dormitory, leave the first class and leave his sight."
Even though she knows that Fu Tonger is not malicious, she is so high-minded and scorns the tone of others that she really does not like it.
Song Ye also knew that this was a family girl developed by the Meng family. Both proud and aggressive people were personalities cultivated by the environment.
However, "If you want to order someone, you can go back and tell Meng Ziheng that Shi Yigao took the scholarship and paid the dormitory. You don't seem to have the right to order me." She Song Ye is not a slave of the Meng family, so she does n’t eat her set.
Fu Tonger heard the words, almost could not restrain the sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth, "What qualifications do you have to compare with your son, and what points can you compare with the Meng family? I'm here to give you a piece of advice. You are the best when you listen. Well, if you do n’t listen, I wo n’t protect you if something happens in the future. I ’ll stop here, and do it for yourself.

The words fell, and before Song Ye responded, she turned and left, leaving only a slender and chic back.
Song Ye blinked, and I remembered that this was the first time that someone had taken a step, and could not help but sighed, feeling masculine and hurting people.
Following the field survival training and Mencius Heng's words, the Meng family really came to the door. Song Ye felt that the future troubles would continue.
I returned to the dormitory at night, came out of the shower, and saw Meng Ziheng standing abnormally in front of the desk without moving. Song Ye stood by the door and wiped his hair for three minutes before walking to solve someone's fixation spell.
"You face the four treasures of the study every day. If you don't have time, go to the playground to run around." Song Ye glanced at Dan Qing in his pen, and secretly lamented that his young age was good, but he was too weak, just like an ancient talent. There is no such thing as a chicken.
Song Ye originally meant to let him go out to relax, find inspiration, and never wanted to scare Meng Ziheng in meditation. The latter trembled, the writing brush trembled, and a drop of ink splashed on the rice paper.
amount……
Song Ye looked down at the drawing paper, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Cough, sorry." The next time he loves to stand, how long, she will not be troubled again.
"Well ... it's okay, it's not your fault." Mencius Heng responded, but sighed and dropped the paintbrush. He was a little bit interested. "It's not good enough, it's useless to keep it."
Ok? Song Ye lowered his head and drew the paper again, "I think it's good." This picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, the birds gathered under the sycamore tree, the phoenix nirvana held his head, and the pen tip was full of good skills. The layman also felt extremely aura when he saw it.
But Mencius always thought it was imperfect.
He likes to be alone and thinks hard about painting. It ’s because the double dormitory is unavoidable like today, and he is not disgusted when he sees Song Yemou's light, but when she sees it, she is ignorant. Leaning on the window sill, looking down and pointing at a blank space on the drawing paper: "Of course, the hundred birds towards the phoenix are attractive, but the artist should consider the artistic conception most. I just drew the subject in the air, but there is no way to make a fiction. Come on. "
Artistic conception, this thing sounds very mysterious.
Song Ye is not an omnipotent genius, and he has only seen a few more works of great gods on Danxia skills of Huaxia. It is a layman. After listening to the explanation for a long time, he came to understand that Meng Ziheng was conceiving the background of this painting.
She only understands that there is a subject without a background, and the painting will lose its charm monotonously.
Song Ye looked down at the blank space at the top left of the drawing paper, leaving only a little ink on it, which was mistakenly dropped when she scared Mencius Heng just now.
Originally, this was enough to destroy a painting, but Song Ye had an idea under his eyes as he stared at the little trace.
"Do you mind if I change it?" She raised her eyes and asked Mencius Heng before starting.
For a moment, Mencius was curious, "What do you want?"
Song Ye Wenyan took a clean writing brush on the pen holder and placed it in the brush wash beside Mo Yan.
Mencius froze, thinking that Song Ye had stained the wrong spot, and was about to remind him, but suddenly saw that the fault in Song Ye's hand fell on the drop of paper on the paper, and the water stain was slightly moist. After absorbing the ink, the pen was pressed down and pulled horizontally, and a pale gray mark appeared on the drawing paper instantly.
There are traces of ink in the brush wash, but the color is pale and looks a bit light gray. Dan Qing often uses this method to outline the hazy beauty of the mountain after the rain.
While Song Ye went on, he opened the blank space in the upper left corner with a broad axe, followed by a second stroke, and a third stroke merged, gradually embellishing a piece of light gray.
When Dan Qing master Meng Ziheng saw the second stroke, he realized Song Ye's intention, straightened his body sharply, and stared seriously at the place where she wrote.
In the end, when the fourth stroke was worthy, his hand was involuntarily holding Song Ye's small hand. In the latter's slight stiffness, he did not even notice: "Your technique is too rough, and the clouds are dotted. It seems simple, but in fact it requires a strong foundation. Even if you can see the direction of the light, you still can't express the layered sense of the clouds. Like this, you must slow down here to soften the clouds and fast to strengthen the layers. "
Mencius said, the pen under his hand quickly moved up and down on the drawing paper. In his area of ​​pride, he no longer looks like a fluffy boy, arrogant and alienated. He is full of patient explanation, low and gentle. Voice, everywhere expresses fanaticism and devotion to painting.
With his actions, Song Ye also saw his graffiti graffiti become a layered cloud in the sky, even the light and darkness were clearly visible.
In this way, the picture displayed under my hands feels extremely fresh and interesting.
"Ah, okay." A sigh came from the ear, but this time with satisfaction, Mencius looked at the overall effect on the paper, and Qingjun's face couldn't help smiling. "This is one A complete painting. "
After feeling his emotions, he later realized that he and Song Ye's posture, in the wide palm, the soft little hand was slightly cold, was tightly wrapped by him, and the fragrance of the boy's body just after bathing rushed into the nose, bang Bang, the heart suddenly broke the rhythm.
"Sorry, it's my fault." He let go of his hand in a hurry, stepped back a half step, and dared not look at the boy again.
Song Ye was a little shocked just now, but when she saw that Mencius Heng was more flustered than herself, she laughed lightly, "Oh, this is not ancient, and you don't need to be embarrassed." She always felt that there was a sense of time and space crossing Mencius Heng This person seems to be living in ancient times.