The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 54 Don't throw me away (1)
Meng Shuixin walked out of the boy's confinement, turned his back to the boy and said, "If this is your way of striking up a conversation, it's too old-fashioned. If you're telling the truth, I'm sorry, I don't remember."

Meng Shuixin left, only to hear the loud sound of the chair being kicked over behind him.

The girl squinted her eyes slightly, she was reborn but not amnesiac, she clearly didn't remember, but she seemed to know her, this kind of feeling is really not good.

The art class of No. [-] Middle School is on the top floor of the entire art building, surrounded by transparent glass, and you can clearly see the blue sky and white clouds outside.

There is no separate room, and the entire hall of several hundred square meters is used as a studio.

The roof is also transparent glass, and the top floor is covered with green vines, in clusters, full of greenery.

Various plaster statues or still lifes were scattered in the hall, and the students quietly painted.

Although Fifth High School is a noble high school, it is different from ordinary noble high schools, and its special features are reflected in everything in front of us.

The reason why this middle school can enter the school directly under the city as a noble school is that the students here are not just relying on the status of the rich.

The status of a rich man is nothing more than a qualification to enter this school. Students must also have the best test scores, and this school has never enrolled more than 50 students a year.

If the grades are not up to standard, no matter how rich and powerful they are, they will not be allowed to enter this school.

Therefore, this school does not have the exaggerated air of ordinary wealthy schools, but is filled with a faint artistic atmosphere.

Standing in front of a classmate's painting, Meng Shuixin lamented that this school is indeed not a place where rich, beautiful, rich and handsome people gather, but more people with real talents.

"Why are you here?" The girl named Fei Le trotted up to Meng Shuixin just now and asked.

She was wearing an apron stained with oil paint, holding a paintbrush in her hand, and looked at Meng Shuixin suspiciously, "Didn't Zall go to basketball to change clothes just now? Didn't you see him?"

"I see." Meng Shuixin looked for Zhuoer's figure while talking, "But he rejected me, so I came up to talk to him..."

"Reject you, did you confess your love to Zall?! How courageous!" Fei Le's voice was a bit loud, and the studio was not small, so it didn't attract too many students' attention, but Zall, who was closer, heard it.

The boy was sharpening a pencil, when he heard the voice and looked this way, he happened to collide with the girl's looking eyes.

Drow frowned and walked towards the girl: "Why is it you again?"

The young man was wearing a gray work jacket with a faint touch of oil paint on it. This attire made Zall feel a bit like an uninhibited artist.

"Return the pencil!" Meng Shuixin casually raised the pencil in his hand as he walked forward, proving that what he said was true.

Feile crossed his arms and looked at Meng Shuixin and Zall, and said with a smile: "It's not easy, Zall, you have always cherished your painting tools so much, and you lost your pencil today?"

"Zoer, where is your painting? Return the pencil to you?" Meng Shuixin asked while shaking the pencil in his hand.

"Just give it to me." Zall stretched out his hand, but Meng Shuixin flashed it calmly.

Meng Shuixin bypassed Zall and shuttled between the drawing boards.

Finally, by the window, I found a drawing board with drow written on it.

"You play a game of basketball with me, if you can score 3 goals, I promise you..." Zall said as he watched the girl approach his drawing board.

The girl said without thinking, "I don't know how to play basketball."

"Aren't you the manager of the basketball team? Isn't it a bit insincere for No. [-] Middle School to find someone who can't play basketball to negotiate terms with us?" Luo Jian's voice appeared at the door, and the tall man made the studio door look awkward. low.

Zhuoer stopped talking and looked at the girl sitting in front of his drawing and holding up a pencil.

Some students in the class cast surprised glances, and no one in the entire art class dared to touch Zall's paintings, including the teacher.

"Hey, that..." Feile looked at Zhuoer's gloomy expression, and wanted to remind Meng Shuixin, but was held back by the boy.

Meng Shuixin ignored everyone's different gazes, but carefully looked at Zall's painting.

Zall is drawing David. He has just made a shape and has not yet colored it. The shape is accurate and the layout is reasonable. For children of this age, the level is already very good.

There is a lot of torn paper next to it, and it seems that the boy is not satisfied with his drawing.

Looking at the plaster head of David in front of him, Meng Shuixin turned the paintbrush in his hand, raised his arm, and began to paint.

The pencil collided against the paper, making a rustling sound, each stroke was neat and crisp, and the girl didn't even use an eraser.

Only the girl spoke slowly, and the ethereal voice echoed over the large studio: "David, the Renaissance period, Michelangelo's work, 1501-1504, carved in white marble. The young David defeated the enemy Goliath and won the victory , is the Jewish hero in the Bible. Many painters used David after victory to express this theme, but only Michelangelo painted the moment when David was fighting the enemy."

David in Meng Shuixin's pen reveals his form step by step, and his small hands are like pencils dexterously scribbling on the drawing paper: "Moments always make people excited. In that era, it was exciting to be able to record moments Such a confident man, such a moment of strategizing, is really not suitable for such indecisive lines and hesitant frames."

More and more classmates slowly surrounded him, blocking Drow's sight.

But that painting has already been imprinted in Zhuoer's mind, every stroke and every processing method is something he has never used before, and even dare not try.

More importantly, Zall looked at the waste paintings all over the floor, and finally found his crux.

I have always painted David in plaster, but in this girl's painting, it is David, the epic hero thousands of years ago, David!

Although it is an unfinished semi-finished product, David's confident eyes are looking at everyone in the painting.

The girl walked away with a paintbrush and looked at her own painting. Her eyes were the same as those of the characters in the painting.

At that moment, the space changed, and the girl and the characters in the painting seemed to overlap for thousands of years.

Zall watched the girl put down the pencil and patted her hands covered with lead dust.

She turned around, looked at herself, and smiled brightly, like the God of War in the Bible, proud and confident.

Meng Shuixin walked up to Zall step by step, and said, "I don't know how to play basketball, but who said that a basketball manager must know how to play basketball? I'm not an art student, but who said that only art students can draw?"

(End of this chapter)