Ordinary countryside reborn

The days in the studio are monotonous and busy. Every day is divided into three parts: sketching in the morning, coloring in the afternoon, and sketching in the evening.

Get up at seven in the morning, queue up to wash up and use the toilet, and then go outside to buy breakfast on the street. The entire street here is basically full of art studios, and there are a lot of people, all of whom are students coming from various places for training. There are also many supporting restaurants and stationery stores in the surrounding area, and there are various snacks on carts on the roadside.

The food is relatively affordable and tastes pretty good. A 50-cent steamed bun not only has a lot of fillings, but also has many flavors to choose from. Tianyuan eats one bun a day, which is not enough. Two buns are a bit full, so he comes with different flavors every time. After finishing two buns every day, he goes back with his stomach full.

As long as there are no classes, students like to go out for a walk and visit other studios. Different teachers have different expression techniques, and the painting styles of each studio are somewhat different. Students from each studio often visit to learn from each other and learn from each other's strengths.

The days passed quickly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Tian Yuan wanted to go to an Internet cafe during the Sunday holiday. Xia Wen and Tan Wanqin wanted to visit other studios and go shopping by the way. The other students did the same.

So they each left the studio together, while Tianyuan walked alone along the street to find an Internet cafe.

She had seen an Internet cafe nearby before, but it was a little remote. The shops near the main street were basically occupied by studios and restaurants.

I bought some fried chestnuts and crispy radishes along the way, and it was already half past nine when I arrived at the Internet cafe.

The Internet cafe was relatively clean, and not many people came to surf the Internet. Tian Yuan chose a corner seat and opened the web page to check the stocks.

Her stocks have risen a lot in the past month, and the total has reached 460,000. Judging from the trend, it should have almost reached its peak. Tian Yuan thought about taking time to go back tomorrow afternoon and sell the stocks.

Then he went to a nearby shopping mall to buy a mobile phone, applied for a mobile phone card, and called Li Mei on the way back.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up, and Li Mei's voice came, "Hey, who are you?"

Tianyuan: "Mom, it's me, Tianyuan."

"Ah, it's Yuanyuan. How are you doing outside? Do you have any money left? Whose mobile phone are you using?"

"It's good. There are a lot of delicious food outside. I have enough money. This is the new mobile phone I just bought. Save your number and you can call me directly next time." Tian Yuan answered patiently.

"Ah? You bought a mobile phone again. Is it expensive? Do you still have money? Do you want to send some to you?" Li Mei asked worriedly.

Tian Yuan has only been out for a month and Li Mei has been worried. Although she knows that she is going with her classmates and there should be no problems, she just can't stop worrying.

She kept asking Tianyuan various questions to understand the situation here. Tianyuan explained patiently to put her at ease. The phone call lasted for more than an hour before it ended.

When Tianyuan returned to the studio, he saw only a few people painting, and most of them ran out to play.

The few repeat students from the same school as her stayed in the studio. It was probably because they experienced failure that they learned to cherish it more and were unwilling to waste time, so they worked harder.

The studio's stereo is turned on every day, and popular music is playing at this time. Tianyuan listens to the music, walks slowly around the studio, and looks at all the excellent works hanging on the wall. After seeing too much, Tianyuan couldn't help but want to do it himself. Tianyuan returned to his seat, took off the original painting, replaced it with a new gouache paper, picked up the brush and started painting.

Starting in the afternoon, some students returned to the studio one after another. Some ran out soon after returning for fun; some went back to the dormitory to take a nap; and a few saw people painting in the studio, and felt a sense of urgency, so they stayed. to the studio.

On Monday afternoon, Tianyuan went to the Internet cafe again, sold all the stocks, set aside 100,000 yuan as a spare, and bought the rest of the two stocks he had selected previously.

After that, she no longer paid attention to stocks. She chose stocks that would rise sharply in the future, so she could safely leave them alone. Unlike the previous stock, which would only rise for a certain period of time, it would fall off a cliff in a few days and never look back.

In mid-November, knowing that Teacher Wu was coming to the studio to check on the students' progress, Yu Jiabin organized a competition.

Many students are too Buddhist and do not pay attention to this kind of competition. In order to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm, the studio has set up many prizes, and outstanding works will be displayed in the studio.

In the evening, in the dormitory, Tianyuan waited in line to take a shower.

Xia Wen held a sugar cane and gnawed it coolly, while saying vaguely: "I will definitely not win the prize in this competition. There are so many powerful people in the studio, let alone one who has passed the exam seven times. I can’t even think about CAFA’s high scores again and again.”

She crossed her legs and looked at Tian Yuan on the bed, "But you can give it a try. You are the best in our school. If you don't make steamed buns to compete for reputation, you can still get the first place in a single subject if you don't get the first place in the total score. !”

Tan Wanqin was also eating. After hearing this, she covered her mouth and laughed, "If you don't do well in the exam, you let Tianyuan get a reputation. Even if you get this reputation, you can't give it to you."

Xia Wen said "bah bah bah" to the trash can several times before spitting out the chewed sugar cane in her mouth. She continued to take a bite of the sugar cane in her hand and said, "I asked her to give it to us." The school is trying its best, otherwise all the prizes will be taken away by students from other schools, and Lao Wu will cry when he comes over, right?"

It's a pity that Tianyuan is no longer the Tianyuan she just returned from rebirth. She now carries a "huge sum" of more than 400,000 yuan, and this prize is no longer so attractive to her.

She said very calmly: "There are so many talented people in the studio. My overall level in the studio can only be considered above average. If other schools have the ability to take away prizes, that's their ability. Don't worry about it too much. Just stay normal." Just keep your mind and perform steadily."

The art of painting is still most dependent on talent. As long as you have talent, it is never too late to start learning, unlike some arts that require childlike skills.

"But they have students who have repeated their studies for so many years, and our school also has them. If you expect me, you might as well count on those few repeat students."

Even so, on the day of the competition, Tianyuan washed all the brushes cleanly, sharpened the pencils in advance, sorted the paint boxes, and prepared two palettes!

Xia Wen and Tan Wanqin were also prepared, and a few boys with "artist" qualities who usually didn't even bother to wash their clothes and hair also cleaned the pen washer this time.

This is probably a characteristic of Chinese people. They are always so duplicitous and don't care about everything they say, but their actions are honest.

In the morning, there was a test on character sketching. The music that was usually played in the studio was paused, leaving only the swishing sound of pencils rubbing against paper.