The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 372 The Complete Painting

"If you are really friends, you should leave the dormitory, leave the senior one class, and stay out of his sight."

Even though she knew that Fu Tong'er had no malicious intentions, her condescending and contemptuous tone really made people not like her.

Song Ye also probably understands that this is a young lady from a noble family nurtured by the Meng family, and her arrogance and domineering are both characteristics cultivated by the environment.

However, "If you want to order people, you can go back and tell Meng Ziheng, Shi Yigao, I have received a scholarship and paid for the dormitory. You don't seem to have the right to order me." She, Song Ye, is not a servant of the Meng family. set.

Hearing this, Fu Tong'er could hardly restrain the sarcasm from the corner of her mouth, "What qualifications do you have to compare with Ziheng, and how can you compare with the Meng family? I'm here to give you a piece of advice. You should listen to it the most. Well, if you don't listen, I won't protect you if anything happens in the future. That's all I have to say, you can do it yourself."

After finishing the words, without waiting for Song Ye to respond, she turned and left, leaving only a slender and unrestrained back.

Song Ye blinked, vaguely remembering that this was the first time someone took a step ahead, and couldn't help sighing helplessly, lamenting that masculinity is harmful.

After the field survival training and Meng Ziheng's words, the Meng family really came to the door. Song Ye felt that there would be more troubles in the future.

Back at the dormitory at night, after taking a shower, I saw Meng Ziheng uncharacteristically standing in front of the desk without moving. Song Ye stood by the door and wiped his hair for 3 minutes before walking over to undo someone's holding spell.

"You face the Four Treasures of the Study every day, why don't you go to the playground and run around when you have time." Song Ye glanced at the painting in his pen, and secretly felt that this person is very strong at a young age, but his physical strength is too weak, just like an ancient scholar. There is no power to restrain the chicken.

Song Ye's original intention was to let him go out to relax and find inspiration. He never wanted to scare the pensive Mencius Heng. The latter's body trembled, his brush trembled, and a drop of ink splashed straight onto the rice paper.

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Song Ye looked down at the drawing paper, and immediately felt a little embarrassed, "Ahem, I'm sorry." Next time he stood for as long as he liked, and she wouldn't be too troublesome.

"Hmm...it's okay, it's not your fault." Mencius Heng reacted, but he sighed dejectedly, put down his paintbrush, and lost interest, "It's a fly in the ointment, so it's useless to keep it."

Um?Song Ye lowered his head and looked at the drawing paper again, "I think it's pretty good." The picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix in front of him, a group of birds gathered under the phoenix tree, the phoenix raised its head in nirvana, and the brush strokes are full of good skills, it is her This layman also felt extremely spiritual when he saw it.

But Meng Ziheng always believed that it was not perfect.

He likes to be alone when he paints, thinking hard, showing the unfinished paintings like today is because the double dormitory is inevitable, and he doesn't feel disgusted when he sees Song Ye's eyes are clear. Seeing her ignorant now, on the contrary Leaning on the window sill, pointing to a blank space on the drawing paper with downcast eyes, he said: "Hundred birds facing the phoenix certainly attract people's attention, but the artist should consider the artistic conception most. Get out of the mood."

Artistic conception, this thing sounds very mysterious.

Song Ye is not an all-round genius, and he only read a few more works of great masters about Huaxia's Danqing skills. He is a complete layman. After listening to the explanation for a long time, he finally understands that Mencius Heng is conceiving the background of this painting.

With only the subject but no background, the painting will be monotonous and lose its charm, which she still understands.

Song Ye looked down at the blank space on the upper left of the drawing paper. There was only a little ink stain left on it, which was dripped by mistake when she scared Meng Ziheng just now.

Originally, this point was enough to be a failure to destroy a painting, but Song Ye stared at that little trace, but he had an idea in his heart.

"Do you mind if I change it?" Before doing anything, she raised her eyes and asked Meng Ziheng.

Meng Ziheng was taken aback for a moment, but he was a little curious, "What do you want?"

Hearing this, Song Ye took a clean brush from the pen stand, and tapped it into the brush washer next to the inkstone.

Meng Ziheng was startled, thinking that Song Ye had dipped the ink in the wrong place, and was about to remind him, but suddenly he saw that the fault in Song Ye's hand fell on the drop of bad pen on the paper, and the water stains were a little wet, and he immediately disappeared. After absorbing the ink, pressing down on the tip of the pen, and pulling it horizontally, a light gray mark instantly appeared on the drawing paper.

There are already traces of ink in the brush washer, but the color is light, and it looks a little gray. When Danqing paints, he often uses this method to outline the hazy beauty of the mountain after the rain.

With one stroke of Song Ye's stroke, the blank space in the upper left corner was drasticly opened, followed by a second light tap, and a third fusion, gradually embellishing it with a piece of light gray.

Meng Ziheng, a master of Danqing, had already realized Song Ye's plan when he saw the second stroke. He straightened up suddenly and stared at the place where she wrote the stroke with a serious expression.

In the end, when the fourth stroke came down, he involuntarily held Song Ye's little hand. Amid the latter's slight stiffness, he didn't notice it at all: "Your technique is too rough, dotted with clouds to see 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 layering of the clouds, like this, here you need to be slow to soften the clouds, and here you need to be fast to strengthen the layers."

As Meng Ziheng was talking, the pen under his hand was also rapidly moving up and down on the drawing paper. In his proud field, he was no longer like a brat, arrogant and alienated. He explained patiently, with a low and gentle voice. The voice, everywhere reveals the fanaticism and devotion to painting.

And following his movements, Song Ye also saw that the scribbled graffiti by his subordinates gradually turned into clouds with distinct layers in the sky, and even the light and shade could be clearly seen.

In this way, the picture displayed from under my hands feels extraordinarily fresh and interesting.

"Hey, it's done." There was a soft sigh in my ear, but this time it was full of satisfaction. Meng Ziheng looked at the overall effect presented on the paper, and a smile appeared on Qingjun's face. A complete painting."

After sighing with emotion, he realized later that he and Song Ye were in the same posture. In the wide palm, the soft little hands were slightly cold, and they were tightly wrapped by him. Bang, my heart suddenly lost its rhythm.

"Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt." He let go of his hand hastily, and took a half step back, not daring to look at the boy again with lowered eyes.

Song Ye was a little shocked just now, but when she saw that Mencius Heng was more flustered than herself, she chuckled lightly, "Hehe, this is not ancient times, and there is no need to be polite." She always felt a sense of time travel when facing Mencius Heng, This person seems to be living in ancient times.

(End of this chapter)