On Wednesday, Ji Nanyuan came to the studio again.
He took off his clothes and sat on the chair, still sitting there with his legs raised, but this time he didn't look down, he raised slightly, looking in one direction.
Yu Wen was late and was coming in with a pile of paint. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Nanyuan's wide back and the mottled scars on his back.
She recognized that it was Ji Nanyuan at a glance.
She was stunned, then quickly lowered her head and walked to her position without squinting.
Today they paint oil paintings.
After Feng finished speaking, he walked around the studio and then answered a phone call.
Next week, almost all sophomore art students will go out to sketch. Feng Motou has been busy confirming various matters of hotels, inns and buses in recent days, and is so busy that he has no time to catch the remaining heat.
Yu Wen squeezed the paint into the palette bit by bit, put the pen into the bucket, washed it, Kong Xianyi looked at her, and then looked at Ji Nanyuan in the middle of the studio.
The eyes are full of gossip.
Yu Wen glared at her and drew your painting!
Kong Xianyi made a shut-up gesture on her mouth and lowered her head to draw.
After washing the pen and adjusting the lust, I haven't looked up at Ji Nanyuan for a long time.
Seeing that several minutes had passed, she finally looked up with a calm look, which happened to meet Ji Nanyuan's gaze.
Her heart beat, forcing herself not to look away, and looked at him with professional and rigorous eyes as if she was treating a strange naked figure, and then...
Yu Wen's eyelids twitched, and he saw his neck pressing against a Band-Aid and his arms, which were close to eight.
Her eyes were bulging.
It's so professional and rigorous!
She wants to tear Ji Nanyuan with her hands now!
What does it mean to cover up your ears and steal the bell!What does it mean to be more obvious if you want to cover up!
That's him!
Ji Nanyuan saw her keep staring at the band-aid on his neck, and curled his lips and raised his eyebrows at her from a distance.
Yu Wen was so angry that his fists were clenched tightly, and he saw his thin lips open and close, saying something.
She couldn't hear it from a distance, so she could only tell his lips.
Is the painting...good...?
Residual warmth: …
Fuck...you...all day
Yu Wen's face turned red. She stared at Ji Nanyuan, wanting to splash the dirty water in the bucket on his face.
Others in the studio saw Ji Nanyuan watching Yu Wen, but Yu Wen was blushing and the atmosphere was strange. Many people were laughing and talking about something in a low voice.
Ji Nanyuan withdrew his gaze and no longer stared at the afterglow, but turned out the window.
The discussion stopped.
After calming down, the warmth calmed down and began to draw.
To be honest, she hasn't painted seriously for a long time. These days, she has been scattered except for scattering, but when she sat in front of the easel, she suddenly felt aroused her fighting spirit when she thought that Ji Nanyuan's level was much higher than her.
Why can he draw better than her a nude model?
She was unwilling to give up.
Yu Wen bit a pen holder, took the brush in his other hand and started painting.
When Feng Chunli finished calling, she looked at Yu Wen first. Who knew that Yu Wen was painting very quietly today, and she brought Yu Wen for nearly two years. This was the first time she met Yu Wen so seriously.
She walked silently behind Yu Wen.
Look at the artboard.
The residual warm color is handled very well, and the honey color is very close to the skin color. She also controls the details accurately. Every piece of texture on the painting is full and contains power. She did not draw a face, but only painted his body, but the proportion of the body has been painted very perfectly by her.
The arms are even more detailed, with the raised blue veins very clear, and even the Band-Aids are painted very realistically.
Demon Feng was unwilling to admit it.
But Yu Wen was really a student she had ever met, with the worst sketches and excellent oil paintings.
He took off his clothes and sat on the chair, still sitting there with his legs raised, but this time he didn't look down, he raised slightly, looking in one direction.
Yu Wen was late and was coming in with a pile of paint. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Nanyuan's wide back and the mottled scars on his back.
She recognized that it was Ji Nanyuan at a glance.
She was stunned, then quickly lowered her head and walked to her position without squinting.
Today they paint oil paintings.
After Feng finished speaking, he walked around the studio and then answered a phone call.
Next week, almost all sophomore art students will go out to sketch. Feng Motou has been busy confirming various matters of hotels, inns and buses in recent days, and is so busy that he has no time to catch the remaining heat.
Yu Wen squeezed the paint into the palette bit by bit, put the pen into the bucket, washed it, Kong Xianyi looked at her, and then looked at Ji Nanyuan in the middle of the studio.
The eyes are full of gossip.
Yu Wen glared at her and drew your painting!
Kong Xianyi made a shut-up gesture on her mouth and lowered her head to draw.
After washing the pen and adjusting the lust, I haven't looked up at Ji Nanyuan for a long time.
Seeing that several minutes had passed, she finally looked up with a calm look, which happened to meet Ji Nanyuan's gaze.
Her heart beat, forcing herself not to look away, and looked at him with professional and rigorous eyes as if she was treating a strange naked figure, and then...
Yu Wen's eyelids twitched, and he saw his neck pressing against a Band-Aid and his arms, which were close to eight.
Her eyes were bulging.
It's so professional and rigorous!
She wants to tear Ji Nanyuan with her hands now!
What does it mean to cover up your ears and steal the bell!What does it mean to be more obvious if you want to cover up!
That's him!
Ji Nanyuan saw her keep staring at the band-aid on his neck, and curled his lips and raised his eyebrows at her from a distance.
Yu Wen was so angry that his fists were clenched tightly, and he saw his thin lips open and close, saying something.
She couldn't hear it from a distance, so she could only tell his lips.
Is the painting...good...?
Residual warmth: …
Fuck...you...all day
Yu Wen's face turned red. She stared at Ji Nanyuan, wanting to splash the dirty water in the bucket on his face.
Others in the studio saw Ji Nanyuan watching Yu Wen, but Yu Wen was blushing and the atmosphere was strange. Many people were laughing and talking about something in a low voice.
Ji Nanyuan withdrew his gaze and no longer stared at the afterglow, but turned out the window.
The discussion stopped.
After calming down, the warmth calmed down and began to draw.
To be honest, she hasn't painted seriously for a long time. These days, she has been scattered except for scattering, but when she sat in front of the easel, she suddenly felt aroused her fighting spirit when she thought that Ji Nanyuan's level was much higher than her.
Why can he draw better than her a nude model?
She was unwilling to give up.
Yu Wen bit a pen holder, took the brush in his other hand and started painting.
When Feng Chunli finished calling, she looked at Yu Wen first. Who knew that Yu Wen was painting very quietly today, and she brought Yu Wen for nearly two years. This was the first time she met Yu Wen so seriously.
She walked silently behind Yu Wen.
Look at the artboard.
The residual warm color is handled very well, and the honey color is very close to the skin color. She also controls the details accurately. Every piece of texture on the painting is full and contains power. She did not draw a face, but only painted his body, but the proportion of the body has been painted very perfectly by her.
The arms are even more detailed, with the raised blue veins very clear, and even the Band-Aids are painted very realistically.
Demon Feng was unwilling to admit it.
But Yu Wen was really a student she had ever met, with the worst sketches and excellent oil paintings.
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