The daughter of the bosses, she is soft and sassy

Chapter 109-Light

The hotel room was very large, and it was divided into several rooms, and Cheng Jingshu was in one of them.

Luo Chujiu stood at the door of that room, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the door open.

The furnishings in this room are very simple, just a large desk, and then a sofa and a small bed next to it, which is obviously the layout of a study.

Luo Chujiu saw the man sitting on the stool at a glance.

Cheng Jingshu's appearance was beyond Luo Chujiu's expectation, because Cheng Jingshu's early works were full of vigor and innovation, and the later works were calm and peaceful. Luo Chujiu always thought that Cheng Jingshu had grown from a high-spirited young man to a calm and reliable man.

But the person in front of him looks like a sunny boy.

Obviously, Cheng Jingshu himself knew what he looked like, so in order to show a calm and reliable image outside, especially in front of this girl who might become his first little apprentice, Cheng Jingshu sat on the sofa, No immediate words.

The end is a pair of unfathomable.

For this reason, he even bought a Chinese tunic suit to wear.

Therefore, Cheng Jingshu's appearance as he sat there gave him the feeling of a mature young child who was stealing his father's clothes.

Seeing Cheng Jingshu who was slightly different from his imagination, all the tension in Luo Chujiu's heart was miraculously swept away.

Looking at Cheng Jingshu on the seat, Luo Chujiu even wanted to laugh.

Seeing the obvious smile on the corner of Luo Chujiu's mouth, Cheng Jingshu purposely put on a straight face, putting on a serious look.

"What are you laughing at?" Cheng Jingshu tried his best to make his voice appear colder and calmer.

Luo Chujiu suppressed her laughter, "Mr. Cheng seems to be different from what he imagined."

Cheng Jingshu curled his lips, not wanting to continue this topic, and pointed to the drawing paper on the table with his finger.

"You also know that I study Chinese painting, and I'm an innovator. I'll give you a topic. If you draw something that I can agree with, the master and apprentice will be married today. If you don't agree... You know it yourself."

Luo Chujiu nodded, "If I don't get your approval, it's because I'm not very talented."

Cheng Jingshu nodded in satisfaction, as long as he is sensible, he has not encountered the kind of child with cerebral palsy who has no strength but is arrogant, and feels that he is not recognized because of Cheng Jingshu's vision. If this girl is like that, even if he draws No matter how good he is, he doesn't want it.

"Okay, the topic is—light."

Light?
When Luo Chujiu heard this topic, she was stunned.

Use traditional Chinese painting to draw light?How to draw this?

For a moment, Luo Chujiu froze in place, not picking up the brush.

Cheng Jingshu looked at the stunned Luo Chujiu, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't know how harsh his subject is. He is not an ordinary Chinese painter, and he doesn't want to accept a traditional Chinese painter as an apprentice. What he wants is someone who resonates with him.

Cheng Jingshu didn't continue to speak after finishing the topic, just sat on the chair calmly, and quietly looked at Luo Chujiu who was motionless.

Luo Chujiu frowned, feeling as if something in her mind was beginning to become clearer, Luo Chujiu's brows tightened even more, trying to catch that flash of thought.

Soon, Cheng Jingshu saw Luo Chujiu's brows loosen, and a sporadic smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Cheng Jingshu was a little surprised. In the past, when faced with this topic, the other young painters who had won many awards with extremely high standards all frowned and hesitated to write. Could it be that the girl in front of her was really the same as what Jiang Jiayi said? Is it a child who can resonate with me?
Luo Chujiu stepped forward to pick up the paintbrush, took a deep breath, held the pen, dipped in the ink, and then put the pen down, Luo Chujiu hardly hesitated, as if how to put each stroke of this painting had already been in his mind It has been performed countless times.

Cheng Jingshu shifted his gaze to the drawing paper.

Luo Chujiu used a few simple strokes to outline a dark corner, a girl squatting in the corner with her legs crossed.

Cheng Jingshu frowned slightly.

He didn't see any look of light on the drawing paper, but only saw endless gloom and depression.

Although the emotions in this painting are very strong and the painting skills are skilled, but such dark and depressing emotions...

Cheng Jingshu didn't make a sound to disturb. After all, the painting is not finished yet, and we still have to see the final appearance.

In the process of Luo Chujiu's drawing, Cheng Jingshu's frown gradually relaxed, and there was a trace of surprise.

Luo Chujiu's painting was actually quite fast, because it was just a test, and he didn't have much time to complete this painting, so he couldn't draw very carefully. A simple painting came out in more than an hour.

On the right side of the drawing paper is still the girl squatting in the corner, but the difference behind is that there is a figure on the left side of the drawing paper, reaching out to the girl.

The outstretched hand is the most detailed part of Luo Chujiu's painting.

Although the right side of the painting is completely depressing, once the other half of the painting comes out, the artistic conception of the whole painting has completely changed.

Luo Chujiu didn't add any other elements to the painting, and on the left side of the painting there was only that figure, and the rest was left blank, but just like this, the painting was full of hope.

Cheng Jingshu could understand that the figure was light.

Cheng Jingshu looked up at Luo Chujiu, "The painting is not bad."

Although Hua said it lightly, there were not many people who could make Cheng Jingshu say such things, but Luo Chujiu, a talented little girl, managed to do it.

Luo Chujiu smiled slightly, her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at the painting.

When she heard this topic just now, she was confused, how to use traditional Chinese painting to paint light?She doesn't understand.

But she suddenly thought, does light have to be the light in the traditional concept?
She still remembered that when Song Shiyu stretched out his hand towards her, at that time, she felt that all the lights in the world were not as bright as Song Shiyu's, and Song Shiyu was the light that pierced through her darkness.

Looking at Luo Chujiu's expression, Cheng Jingshu knew it in his heart.

"Can you help me go outside and call Jiang Jiayi in?"

Luo Chujiu nodded, opened the door and went out.

The moment Luo Chujiu closed the door, Cheng Jingshu couldn't sit still. He let go of the emotions he had suppressed for a long time, jumped up from his seat, ran to the place where Luo Chujiu was standing and painting just now, and looked at the scene carefully. painting.

"That's right! Young people are awesome!" A man in his thirties sounded like he was in his sixties.

Although many details of Luo Chujiu's painting are still not in place, it is already of a very high level. It may be that the technique is a little immature because of the lack of learning, but the strong emotional expression in the painting is what many people have painted for many years. Even the old painters can't keep up.

There was a voice in Cheng Jingshu's heart—it was her.

　Warmly welcome Cheng Jingshu's debut hahaha, I didn't expect Cheng Jingshu to be such a character~
　　Put a chapter first, there will be more later
　　
　
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