Chapter 29: 29. Luan Xiaotian's Leftovers

‘Boom!咚咚! ’
The sound of fingers tapping the drawing board sounded several times in the studio.
Luan Xiaotian turned around his sore shoulder from painting.
She noticed that the sun on the horizon had already set, and a person stood behind her.
"How many did you paint?"
"..."
Luan Xiaotian tiredly said, "It's just a few."
"It's fine if you know how to work hard," Nan Yukong flipped through the dozens of sketches in his hand. "Tonight, I am going to school tomorrow."
"Oh... eh!"
A pencil in Luan Xiaotian's hand was snatched by Nan Yukong and took her place by the way.
"Come on, you watch me draw." Nan Yukong tore off the drawing paper on the drawing board and threw it away, and reattached a new one.
The edges and corners of the large four-fold paper fit exactly on the wooden board. Compared with the crooked and crooked one that was thrown away, it was more comfortable than that.
After Nan Yukong roughly drew the shapes of a few fruits, he began to spread the tones of each side.
"Look carefully here. This surface is the darkest. The lines must be fast and accurate. Don't drag and hesitate."
"Be precise and remember to change some useless habits."
His wrist flexibly held the pencil and waved it back and forth on the paper, and the lines of different shades jumped on the paper.
"Give a little highlight here moderately, and increase the strength of the wrist here to convey a visual impact."
Nan Yukong kept talking, and Luan Xiaotian listened attentively to "boringly".
These teachers have all said that it is nothing more than black, white and gray, and the strength of the wrist must be mastered.
She couldn't say anything that she was interested in. These words that frayed her ears were too boring.
"I've heard that I'm impatient?" Nan Yukong said in a deep, unkind tone, "If this is your attitude towards a painting, it is even more difficult to learn this technique well."
Luan Xiaotian was surprised. Does he have a legendary mind reading technique?
It’s just that I hear the teacher talking next to my ear every day, even if I’m not familiar with it, I can remember a few words.
"These are the psychology that every person who draws basic sketches will have," Nan Yukong made subtle polishing and modification of the final product. "Remember to work harder on the basic things, even if you have already picked up the pen. Don't forget the most basic things."
"Those are just to lay the foundation for the back," Luan Xiaotian interrupted, slightly serious.
Of course she knew that it was to lay the foundation, otherwise she wouldn't start painting with fruits.
Many great god-level characters are vividly drawn on the computer, but they don't return to the original, and they continue to paint with pencils.
For the sake of dreams, it is no big deal to work hard and suffer more, Luan Xiaotian secretly beats a drum in his heart.
"It's good to know," Nan Yukong put all the paintings in the bag, "have you eaten?"
The housekeeper, who had been standing beside her silently, finally dared to speak out, "Miss Luan didn't eat anything at noon."
Nan Yukong nodded and stared at Luan Xiaotian's black hands for a while, "Did you not eat?"
"I have called Miss Luan several times. Maybe it's because I'm too serious about painting and I'm not embarrassed to continue to disturb." The housekeeper said again.
There were already fewer people in the family, only Miss Luan was with him.
He happened to have nothing to do. He had been preparing lunch since the morning. Who would have thought that Miss Luan, who was fascinated by painting, would fight with the Third Young Master.
"Then warm up the lunch meal and let her continue eating." Nan Yukong ordered.
"Yes, Third Young Master." The house steward replied after hesitating.
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