The best perspective expert

Chapter 300 Start from the front?
Han Zhenyang heard the gunshots and saw the bullet crater, but he just turned his head and glanced at the direction of the bullet, and then continued to sculpt, but changed a piece of work, as if he didn't notice anything.

Of course, that's impossible. When he glanced back just now, he locked on the shooter.

However, the shooter was none other than Helena whom he had seen in the afternoon.Helena was wearing a tight leather jacket lying on the roof of the opposite floor, and she was looking at this side with a telescope. She used a thermal imaging military telescope, which could clearly see the outlines of people or animals through the wall. Of course, the premise is that they are alive of.

The reason why Han Zhenyang didn't move was because he realized that Helena's goal should not be to kill him, but most likely to be a temptation. Otherwise, her shot would not have been shot at the outer wall, but shot directly through the glass to his head. I believe that with Helena's marksmanship, she can do this.

So the question is, what is she testing?
Han Zhenyang continued to work as if nothing had happened, occasionally stood up and stretched, and cooked a portion of dumplings in the middle.

But Helena kept looking at this side through the binoculars, didn't even move the sniper rifle beside her, and even took off the silencer.With the silencer removed in these circumstances, that meant she wasn't going to keep firing.

Hehe, if you like to blow the night breeze, let's blow it.

Han Zhenyang glanced at Helena again, and continued to sit down and make carvings.The temperature in the island city is not low in winter, but when there is wind, it can freeze the living people to death. The sea breeze blows over and cuts the face like a knife. It is like this during the day, let alone at night. The sea breeze blowing on any covered roof all night, that taste...

Helena didn't leave until it was light.

At 08:30 in the morning, Han Zhenyang drove straight to Schroeder's villa.

Schroeder woke up quite early and was very excited to see Han Zhenyang, "Han, don't tell me you already have a draft!"

Han Zhenyang took out a stack of draft paper and shook it, "I really want to shake my head, but I can't lie, Lao Shi, this is a draft I made all night, and I sent it here for you to review without even having breakfast."

"Han, you are the hardest working artist I have ever seen," the old Schroeder praised Han Zhenyang while watching, and finally asked with great interest: "Han, if I remember correctly, you have earned 20 yuan." Why are you still working so hard with a family property of more than [-] million?"

Han Zhenyang smiled, "Lao Shi, aren't you the same? At such an old age, you have left your hometown to work hard in our country."

"Haha, Han, you are wrong, this has become my second hometown, so I have not left my hometown, and I am accompanied by Helena. For me, this is my home. In fact, I am here Spend your twilight years here, and help Helena earn some living expenses by the way," Old Schroeder said with a big laugh.

"I really want to say, you are too hypocritical, but I like it, haha, I hope that when you help Helena earn living expenses, you also help me earn some cigarette money." Han Zhenyang laughed exaggeratedly, and then looked around a few times. Next, asked curiously: "Where is Miss Helena? Haven't gotten up yet?"

"Well, it seems so."

"Didn't she say that she still has work today?" Han Zhenyang asked pretendingly surprised, then shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I won't ask, it's really impolite to inquire about a girl's privacy, maybe, that's just It's just an excuse to reject me, this, it's too embarrassing."

"..." Old Schroeder smiled wryly and didn't dare to answer any more, so he pulled Han Zhenyang into the study, "Come on, let's discuss these draft papers."

"You say, I listen."

"Then I'm not going to be polite, Han, I feel that you have entered a misunderstanding. Why do you have to pursue profound thinking? You must know that those great sculptures in the West can be passed down to the world, and they do have some practical significance. Or profound connotation, but that is not what the sculpture itself possesses, but what is given by man. As a creator, he will not consider how others interpret it when he creates. What he has to do is to make this work to the extreme. Perfect, when the artistic beauty of the work itself reaches its peak, someone will help you interpret it, and help you endow it with meanings that you haven't even thought about yourself."

"This..." Han Zhenyang really didn't think about it, but when he thought about it carefully, it made sense.

The old Schroeder smiled slightly and continued: "For example, David, is he famous? But did Michelangelo really think that this work would be given so much symbolic meaning by people when he created it? Not necessarily, Maybe he just simply captured the moment of David, and then sculpted it with superb skills, but his sculpting is too perfect, the proportions of the body, facial expressions, hair, muscles and other details are extremely realistic, making this What do you think, that a piece of work is famous and then given so much symbolism by people?"

"It makes sense," Han Zhenyang nodded thoughtfully, "You mean that I don't need to think so much, as long as I create the image I want to create in the most perfect posture?"

Old Schroeder clapped his hands suddenly, "That's what it means," he added, "Han, this is the difference between Eastern and Western cultures. When you create in the East, you especially like to add your own imagination to your works, so that readers can learn more about it." Think and taste, and then say that this is the artistic conception; in Western culture, creators seldom add their own ideas to their works, but show a certain picture with exquisite skills, allowing readers to feel and taste. "

"To be precise, Eastern culture uses works to guide readers into the imaginary space to feel the author's thoughts; while Western culture uses works to allow readers to enter the imaginary space to feel their own thoughts. Can you understand what I mean?"

Han Zhenyang pondered for a while, and had to admit that what old Schroeder said made sense. Although there was suspicion of overgeneralization, it still made sense from a macro or public perspective.

Of course, if you understand it, you have to think carefully about how to do it. Theory is always the easiest to use, but whether you can turn the theory into reality is the most test.If you can become a master by understanding theory, then there are too many masters in this world.

Among other things, the relatively thorough theoretical knowledge of light and shade, lines, and proportions that Westerners have pondered is worth pondering. It is quite remarkable to be able to apply these knowledge correctly and properly in sculpture.

Moreover, Han Zhenyang deliberately dragged old Schroeder to talk non-stop, even having lunch here.

During the meal, Helena, who hadn't shown up until now, finally came out, but she was no longer as noble and glamorous as yesterday. She kept sneezing, and her legs were weak when she walked.

Han Zhenyang sneered in his heart, but his face was full of worry, "Helena, are you sick, are you going to the hospital? I'll take you."

"No, choo—thank you, I've already taken the medicine, choo—" Helen sneezed twice in one sentence.

"It looks a little serious, let's go to the hospital." Han Zhenyang still put on a warm-hearted look, but when Helena refused, he rolled his eyes and said, "How about I give you a massage, I will A set of magical massage techniques can relax meridians and activate collaterals, and improve a person's resistance in a short period of time," he said, shrugging his shoulders at Old Schroeder, "Old Shi, do you believe me?"

Old Schroeder blinked and said with an innocent face: "I naturally believe you, but if you want to treat Helena, you need to seek her opinion. As you know, my words have no binding force on Helena."

Han Zhenyang turned to look at Helena, smiled and said, "It's really effective, I promise, after my massage, you can say goodbye to this damn cold before dark."

Helena hesitated, "How can I cooperate with you?"

"Have you ever done a spa? Almost, it's good to have a suitable environment, such as a bedroom."

"Okay then," Helena thought for a while and went upstairs.

Han Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders as he sent Schroeder up the stairs, with a faint smile on his face all the time, but upon closer inspection, one could notice that there was not even the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes.

Helena walked in front, so naturally she couldn't see Han Zhenyang's eyes. She stood still in the bedroom and looked straight at Han Zhenyang, "Han, I want to remind you that this is just an attempt, if you dare to make extra moves..."

"Hey, Helena, who do you take me for? I just can't bear to have you tortured by a cold," Han Zhenyang groaned quickly, and then pretended to be cowardly. I'm at your service, OK?"

Helena just turned around, took off her jacket generously, and showed her fiery figure directly in front of Han Zhenyang.Of course, she was still wearing close-fitting clothes, and underneath was a pair of relatively masculine silk boxers, which were very loose and could not see any spring, but the long legs and delicate and firm skin that were revealed were enough to make people's blood boil stretched.

I have to admit that once a European woman's figure is well developed, she is simply invincible. If her skin is better, she will be a crime-inducing existence.Paired with a delicate face, that is a peerless beauty that can overwhelm a country and a city, and Helena is just such a big beauty.

Looking at Helena's bulging curves when she was lying on the bed, Han Zhenyang swallowed unconsciously, and a trace of tyranny flashed in his eyes. He walked to the bed, put his palm on Helena's waist, and then gently Lightly caress twice, and walk upstream along the wonderful curve.

But as soon as his hand reached his back, Helena turned over and stared at him coldly, her eyes were like knives.

Cut, let you pretend to be cold, you will feel better later!

Han Zhenyang curled his lips secretly, but his face was full of innocence, and he spread his hands, "Is there a problem?"

Helena didn't answer, but still stared at him stubbornly.

"You mean... let me start from the front?" Han Zhenyang blinked and asked innocently.

(End of this chapter)