"Take off all your clothes. Standing under the sun, it's not cold today, the light is fine, and the contours between the muscles can be distinguished. Let Anya practice the human body. "

The voice of Mrs. Cecilia's speech came from the studio on the first floor.

The building's appearance adopts the 17th century flour workshop shape, and the inside is quite modern, but there are no other household appliances except light bulbs. It seems that the quirk has not changed with the moving house.

This two-story building was because she participated in the French National Salon Art Exhibition last year and won the jury award. The Williamsburg community organization agreed to sell it to her as a reward, unlike those around her who are used for commercial operations.

This studio is hundreds of square meters, which is different from the clean and tidy outside. There are wooden frames and painting boards piled up in a mess, and the floor is covered with air-dried pigments in the east and west. This is probably what people call "chaotic beauty".

Han Xuan was shocked when he heard this. Although human body exercises are one of the basics of sketching, he never thought that he would be a model one day and still had to take off all of them. At least he covered a piece of cloth. It was so embarrassing in front of the girl. It was too sudden and unprepared.

He shook his head quickly, lifted up the short-sleeved fabric, showed her arms, and said hurriedly, "I have no muscles and a bad figure. I guess I can't draw any results, so let's forget it."

"Puff!" Anya covered her mouth and laughed, squinted her eyes and said, "My mother is teasing you. Today I want to practice busts and just wear clothes."

"You put it in the posture I said, do you pity you... Well, your eyes are quite pitiful now.`

If you have a stronger mood, I will use it to the next painting. I can’t think of a specific expression. It’s hard to find a boy model as old as you, and the first two are not in line with each other.”

Cecilia spoke and found a stool outside for him to sit down.

Han Xuan touched his face and said, "I am Chinese. Is it okay to have a different image?"

"Just borrow your expression, I will conceive the specific appearance according to another model and raise my head.

Well, I'm tilting a little. OK! Stop, now I'm pitiful, don't tilt your mouth, look, look. Bend down and stand up a little longer.

Yes! Keep moving, I'll be fine soon."

Mrs. Cecilia took a sketch paper and put it on the drawing board, held the pencil and looked at Han Xuan upright, and instantly entered a workaholic state. She whispered to Anya: "You have never painted Chinese, you have no Chinese yet. His image is not distinctive, and the outline is slightly clearer than that of others, and may have Western ancestry."

"I'm purebred..."

Han Xuan was about to tilt his head when Mrs. Cecilia's voice came from her ear: "Don't move, hold on for a while."

Hurry up and thought how good he had run away with Gabriel and the others just now. The boy looked really pitiful now.

The pointed pencil touched the sketch paper, and it made a rustling sound. Han Xuan counted more than one thousand in his mind. Seeing Mrs. Cecilia taking a few steps back, she thought she had finished drawing, but she didn't expect that she could catch a glimpse of her picking up the drawing, then pulled it into a ball, and threw it away.

Throw it out!?

I looked at the red brick on the top and felt that my head was almost unconscious. The sun rose outside the window and shone higher and higher on his face. Because of the dazzling eyes, I burst into tears and my eyebrows were embarrassing. Unexpectedly, I got the praise of Mrs. Cecilia: "It's very good, I'll find the feeling soon. I'll stick to it again, and it'll be fine right away."

Han Xuan felt this sentence familiar. Looking back, I heard her say more than two thousand seconds ago. Anya walked up to him and pretended to observe, making a smile and grimace.

Han Xuan rolled his eyes and heard a voice again: "Don't move both of you! This picture is quite interesting. Keep standing up. I'm inspired. I'll hold on and I'll be fine soon..."

If the first person in the world who had eye cramps caused by eye rolling, it would have been Han Xuan. This action took more than ten minutes and now it was all fun to see things. Taking advantage of Cecilia's chance to lower her head, she glanced out the window and blinked, and then learned about bad news.

"Han, why do you look different? Wait."

A ball of paper rolled to the corner of the wall...

Anya glared at him very much, because she was all blamed for this guy moving around. Han Xuan gave a sad look and said clearly: "I will never come to your house next time!"

The sun is hanging high above my head, and I don’t know how many I count. Anyway, it must be more than five thousand. Excluding the speed error, it will be at least one and a half hours.

Mrs. Cecilia finally put down her pen, and a stack of sketches appeared on her feet. When Han Xuan lowered her head, she felt dark in front of her eyes and her body was no longer her own. Anya was just smiling, holding her face with her hands and rubbing it like dough, instantly regaining her vitality.

He kicked his legs and twisted his waist, sighed deeply, and came to the drawings to squat down and read them. He felt that they all looked the same, and there was no difference. He asked in a weak way: "Why do you have to draw so many times?"

"Let me pick the most suitable one from the inside later. It will be easier to remember the feeling when you draw it a few more times." Mrs. Cecilia replied.

"Why don't you take a picture with a camera? It's not better to take pictures."

"You know, I don't like using those things, I don't have them at home."

Holding the grief in his heart, Han Xuan didn't dare to make any expressions. If there was inspiration again, he burst into tears in his mind and murmured: "It's so terrible..."

"By the way, follow me upstairs. The one you said before has been drawn." Anya packed up her things and waved.

"Well, you guys go and have fun. I have to put in the base first, outline the outline, go to the restaurant next door to have lunch, be careful on the way, don't call me."

Mrs. Cecilia didn't raise her head when she spoke, and she was busy choosing wooden frames of the right size.

Han Xuan hurriedly grabbed Anya out, sighed deeply, and said curiously: "What did I say?"

"Cartoon, you forgot!?"

“…How is that possible, I didn’t.”

Anya's room is located on the second floor and you can see the East River in the distance. The main color is white, which is different from other girls who like pink.

Lazy lying on her bed, carefully flipping through the drawings in her hand. The pattern on it was designed with Fat Ding as the image. The style of the painting was more beautiful than Japanese style. She used colored pencils to draw out small stories and used words next to them. When Han Xuan saw these, he immediately remembered what he had said before - "Ali".

The patterns above are different, and the stories told are different, and they are more inclined to the beauty of the little girl rather than sadness. Winnie, McDull, and bbq can all be found in the patterns, and they become round and cute after becoming cartoon images.

"How is it? I haven't learned it before, so I've been drawing for a long time.

The teacher showed my drawing and said that he was not going to miss his job. He had never been so fierce before." Anya looked expectant, lay next to Han Xuan, tilting her head to look at him.

"Awesome, change the above text and publish it, it's fine." Han Xuan smiled and looked at the girl: "What's its name?"

"I don't know, I haven't figured out how about "fat-cat" (fat cat)?" (To be continued.)

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