Infinite Waste Pick-up System

Even Zhang he himself thinks that this big brother who collects rags only says so to comfort himself.

After all, it's impossible for a talented person to work in a rag business.

Liu Fan sucked his nose and pretended that the moment was coming.

He seriously said to Zhang He, "don't be self-confident. In fact, your basic skills are very solid. Take this sketch for example, fists are real things. They can't be a bit empty. The structure of fists, the relationship between fingers and palms, bones and muscles, veins and skin bearing, etc. we must make careful observation before sketching.

Whether you use lines, light and shadow, or a combination of lines and surfaces, it's just to explain what's going on with this fist. In terms of purpose, you have done a good job and are very cautious. "

Liu Fan expressed his views without thinking, and his professional tone stunned all the people present.

Bai Qiong and his younger brothers are staring at Liu fan, who is picking up rubbish. Their mouths are so open that they can swallow light bulbs.

At this time, they felt as if a large number of chonima were galloping by.

Is this a special word that a rag collector can say?

Zhang he can't help but look at the little brother in front of him with new eyes. Only those who have studied painting can understand what Liu Fan said.

"Well, Liu fan, he really knows it!"

Mingxinyue points to Liu Fan's straight back and looks at Xiaolan as if she is used to it.

"However, this painting of course has its defects, that is, it does not give your own feelings to the painting, your understanding of things is not enough, sketch pays more attention to practicality and materiality, everything has its magical order and organic movement, feel that what you draw is not the same."

Zhang he was a bit confused when he heard that these esoteric things were not taught in schools at all, and the curriculum paid more attention to stylized teaching.

But the way he looks at Liu fan is different.

He felt more and more that he was an expert in the city.

Liu Fan said with a smile when he saw it. Then he took out a short pencil in the box and made a few random strokes on the painting.

Zhang he looked at it carefully and took a deep breath. The fist sketch in front of him was just added a few strokes at will. The overall feeling was different!

Anyone who looks at it will feel that this fist shows a kind of indomitable, fearless and iron willed momentum!

Bai Qiong saw that this painting, which was not very good at first, was radiant with extraordinary vitality after Liu Fan's few strokes, and his brow was slightly wrinkled.

This is really hitting him in the face!

"How powerful!"

A cry of surprise rang out on Liu Fan's side, and mingxinyue came over. As everyone's daughter, she naturally had studied in this field, and her artistic attainments were not low.

"Liu fan, what else can you do? I can't see through you more and more now!"

Mingxin Yuejiao hummed.

Liu Fan heard the speech, sighed: "don't be infatuated with brother, brother is just a legend."

"Brother, take me as an apprentice!"

Zhang he suddenly grasped Liu Fan's arm and said excitedly. He felt that Liu Fan was his Bole!

"Apprentice? That won't do! "

Liu Fanyi refused, then said with a smile, "but I'll give you a gift."

"What gift?"

Zhang he was confused.

But Liu Fan took out a can of six walnuts from his pocket and handed them to him.

"Six walnuts, refreshing and brain tonifying!"

Liu Fan said with a smile.

"Poof

White dome couldn't help laughing out, "Zhang He, you want to worship him as a teacher when you collect rags. Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey! Your name is Liu fan, right? Do you know painting? "