Zhang Junping himself was amazed by this modification.
Perfect!
If she was a fairy living in the sky before and her beauty was so unreal, now she is a living person and her beauty is so real!
It is definitely every man's dream to have such a beautiful woman. To have twelve such beauties at the same time...well, I finally understand why most of the ancient emperors were short-lived.
Thinking about it this way, my Huang Xue is better!
After admiring his masterpiece for a while and thinking about it for a while, Zhang Junping was ready to put it away and go find his senior brother to draw it.
The reason why I look for a senior brother instead of a senior sister is because only men understand men better, and what they draw can be more attractive to men.
As soon as Huang Xue entered the door, she saw Zhang Junping's eyes were bloodshot and he was playing with a painting. He felt distressed and angry at the same time. He put his breakfast on the table angrily, "You haven't slept all night? Do you want to die? Why don't you just talk to Huali?"
Live your life as a woman!"
"How can the woman in the painting be as good as you?" Fortunately, Zhang Junping was not helpless yet. He also knew that women were jealous and wanted to coax him. He grabbed Huang Xue who turned around to leave, and coaxed with a playful smile: "You are the only one who wants to coax her away."
She is the best woman in the world, virtuous, kind, beautiful, smart and capable!"
"You are lying. I see that all the women you draw are prettier than me. You must think I am not beautiful..."
"No way! Look, this one's eyes are not as beautiful as yours, nor are they as big as yours!
This one's nose is not as pretty as yours; although this one's eyes are bigger than yours, they are not as lively as yours..." Zhang Junping said it with great enthusiasm and it didn't cost money.
"You just coax me, how can I be so good?
Hurry up and eat, it won't taste good after it gets cold!" Huang Xue blushed at Zhang Junping's praise and was in a good mood. She opened the lunch box for him and handed him the chopsticks.
This girl is so innocent and cute.
After breakfast, Huang Xue got on his bicycle and met up with several senior brothers and sisters and headed to the Dongfeng TV Factory's family home.
Zhang Junping was holding his drawing and preparing to find a senior from the oil painting department to help him draw it.
There is a specialization in the art, allowing him to draw sketches, meticulous landscape paintings, figure paintings, and even freehand paintings. He can also pick them up and put them down.
However, oil painting is not his specialty.
As soon as he took a few steps out of the studio, he met someone. Zhang Junping stopped and greeted the person, "Teacher Chen, why are you here today?"
"Are you Zhang Junping from Grade 8?" Chen Danqing asked with a smile when he saw Zhang Junping.
Chen Danqing is a talented person who graduated from the Oil Painting Department of the Seventh and Eighth Grade School, and is a man of the hour at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He graduated from the Oil Painting Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts in 1980 and directly studied abroad.
When Zhang Junping was admitted to Central America last year, he had already decided to go abroad, but he hadn't left yet.
Because there are few people in CAFA, although they are in different grades and majors, everyone is familiar with each other, and Zhang Junping is the youngest in the eighth grade, so Chen Danqing still has some impressions of Zhang Junping.
"It's me!" Zhang Junping nodded.
"We haven't seen you for only half a year, but you have changed a lot. If I met you outside, I wouldn't dare to recognize you!" Externally, although Chen Danqing is a little arrogant about his talent, he is very enthusiastic about the students of this school.
"After all, it's normal to have some changes when you're one year older!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Are you going to class?" Chen Danqing asked casually.
"No, I'm not going to ask the seniors from the Oil Painting Department to help me draw a few oil paintings!" Zhang Junping patted the sketch in his arms and said with a smile.
"Oh? Looking for a painting from the oil painting department? Can you show me?" Zhang Junping's move successfully aroused Chen Danqing's curiosity.
"Please give me some advice from Teacher Chen!" Zhang Junping handed the drawing to Chen Danqing.
It was originally just a casual chat. Chen Danqing came to CAFA today. He just came to hang out before leaving, meet his classmates and teachers, and reminisce about his years at CAFA. He didn’t pay much attention to the drawings of Zhang Junping, a junior and student.
That is to say, just chat and have a look.
Chen Danqing took the drawing and glanced at it. His attitude immediately changed and he became serious.
Regardless of Chinese painting or oil painting, sketching is the most important basic skill. To a certain extent, the level of sketching skill directly determines the level of future painting.
Therefore, Chen Danqing only took one look and determined that the young junior in front of him would definitely not be an ordinary person in the future.
This sketching skill, even for him, is slightly inferior.
"I really didn't expect that there is such a fierce person like Junior Brother Zhang hiding in the eighth level. It's a good time to come to CAFA today. I can see Junior Brother's paintings. It's a worthwhile trip!"
"Teacher Chen, thank you for the award, I can only make do with this sketch!" Zhang Junping said modestly.
"Let's call him senior! I have resigned and am no longer a teacher in the school. The only identity I retain now is that of senior to you juniors!" Chen Danqing corrected Zhang Junping's title with a smile.
Chen Danqing carefully looked through the twelve sketches drawn by Zhang Junping, with an excited look on his face, "I didn't expect that my junior brother is also a fellow! Your paintings will definitely touch the hearts of all men!"
Not to mention that Chen Danqing has resigned, even if he has not resigned, he still has no airs. This is also the tradition of CAFA.
It is common for young overseas teachers and students to hook up with each other, drink and brag together, and go out for outings together.
The dignity of a teacher at CAFA is not determined by presentation, but by skill level.
If you have a good level, even if you hang out with students all day long and don't have any formality, everyone will respect you.
If you don't have the level, you won't be able to stay at Central America. No matter how tough your relationship is, no one will convince you.
What's more, Chen Danqing has resigned now, so he has no scruples at all when talking to Zhang Junping.
"Hey! I drew it according to the most perfect image of a woman I imagined in my mind, and I'm going to ask my senior brother to help me paint it into an oil painting!"
"Why does it have to be an oil painting? I remember that my junior brother studied traditional Chinese painting. Fine brushwork can also show the charm of the woman in the painting. Why doesn't my junior brother paint it himself?"
"The effect is different. I plan to remake these paintings into photos and print them into wall calendars!"
"Reproduce photos and print a calendar?" Chen Danqing was stunned, then laughed and gave Zhang Junping a thumbs up, "Junior brother Zhang, your idea is really brilliant, your calendar is definitely popular!
Junior brother, let’s discuss something. I’ll paint this oil painting for you. How about giving these sketches to me?”
"Senior brother is willing to write, that would be great, but..."
"Just what? Can't believe the level of senior brother?"
"No, senior brother's level is obvious to all, but I want it more urgently!
My furniture store will open on November 1st, and before then I will print out part of it to use as a brochure!"
"Furniture store?"
"Yes! It's the Central American Dream Factory written on the drawing, the furniture store opened by my junior brother!" Zhang Junping explained, pointing to the drawing.
"Furniture store? No wonder, I said the layout of these paintings is a bit strange!" Chen Danqing looked at the drawings again and said suddenly.