Professor Yang took off his eyes, walked over, and suddenly said: "I wonder why it looks so familiar."
Professor Yang has a recorded set of freshman still life analysis, which includes a detailed explanation of this group of still lifes. Lu Zhiyuan may have copied Professor Yang's entire process from the beginning of the painting to the semi-finished product, even the width of the paint is the same.
Professor Yang was in a better mood: "Not bad, not bad, very discerning."
What Gu CiCi didn't realize was a problem with her vision. Didn't the professor find it strange? She thought she was pretty good but she couldn't imitate a picture exactly.
Lu Zhiyuan's painting method can no longer be regarded as simply imitating Professor Yang's painting method, but a copy, no less than a copy of the original painting.
With this kind of writing, such skillful use of the same color scheme, and the exact width and brightness, as long as Lu Zhiyuan finished painting, it would be impossible to tell whether the two paintings were genuine copies or not.
This is no longer considered ability, but a living reproduction.
What if this is fake?
Professor Yang obviously didn't look at it that carefully. He just felt that this young man was nice and discerning. He not only accompanied his girlfriend to class, but also did so much homework: "Is it simple and easy to understand? It's very penetrating. Tell me about your girlfriend."
, let her worship me as her teacher as soon as possible."
Even if you hear the ancient words, you won't be able to tell: "Teacher Yang is already my teacher."
"That's not enough, just for tea."
"Professor Yang, you are partial."
"Yes, we can all pour tea for the professor."
"Okay, everyone is good at talking nonsense. Listen up, you can't draw worse than this classmate, otherwise you will lose credits."
"Professor, you can't do this."
"professor."
Professor Yang walked away without looking back amidst the plaintive sounds of the flowers of the motherland.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at the use of ancient words and his mood became more stable: deathly silence and sunshine.
Gu CiCi turned back and saw him sitting obediently in front of her drawing: "I am impressed by my painting skills." No matter how good a person's memory is, is it necessary to use it so completely on a painting? Moreover, it is so complete
You are so talented, why don’t you draw it yourself.
Lu Zhiyuan's fingers fondly brushed the edge of the color scheme, and he did not hide his inner praise: "It is indeed beyond expectation." Her paintings have pure spirituality and arrogance and savagery that cannot be stopped by a frame. She is a born artist, unlike herself.
The paintings are in a mess and are not worth keeping, let alone seeing people.
"Yours is also very good." A few people can do this uncanny job of copying and pasting, and the ancient words seem to ask casually: "Have you ever learned to draw?"
Lu Zhiyuan replied with shame: "I have had a little contact with it." He liked Ci Ci's paintings, which were beautiful and calm. They were obviously still life realistic, but they seemed to have carved out the world and extended her soul.
Gu CiCi looked at him and said, "One point?" can be reproduced exactly? This is too unbelievable: "I always feel that from now on, the two of us will be Leonardo da Vinci and Qi Baishi in the art world."
As soon as Zhou Xiaolan sat back down, she heard her best friend boasting: "Stop bragging, I am in charge of business, you are at best a painter, who can compare with you, Qi Baishi, me? Lu Shen, you are really good at painting."
Gu CiCi moved her flattering face away: "My, put away your admiration."
"Can you blame me? Is there any reason for this? It's actually better than me, an art student."
Ancient Ci Ci and Yourong Yan: "Do you want it? I'll auction it for you."
"You are in charge!"
Li Wenqiong immediately raised his hand: "I buy it, I buy it."
"Mine!" Gu CiCi immediately sighed: "My family is too good, what should I do if I want to hide it?"
Lu Zhiyuan curled up his fingers softly when he heard this. She said that his paintings were good and she was willing to work together on Qi Baishi. She did not deny his paintings.
Lu Zhiyuan felt lazy.
There was laughter all around: "Gu Cici, you've had enough."
"There's no end to the dog food, right?"
"Lu Shen won't even eat it."
Gu CiCi was joking with her classmates.
Lu Zhiyuan retracted his hand and sat back down. Her person, her paintings, and the road she walked were all so comfortable...
Shi Sinian felt very annoyed. Lu Zhiyuan was not the first one to accompany his girlfriend to class, so why were they all gathered here to watch the fun! Just because Lu Zhiyuan was different!
Shi Siannian couldn't deny that he was indeed different. The things around him and the people around him were different. He was sitting among a pile of painting tools that she couldn't afford. He had a height and confidence that she could not match!
But he gave all these to Gu Cici. Who doesn't know that Lu Zhiyuan is not an art student? Who has to think about who will get these things in the future!
Shi Sinian thought about how he didn't even look at her that night, and her heart skipped a beat. The pen in her hand accidentally fell to the ground, and the sound was drowned in everyone's joking. The pen rolled to Lu Zhiyuan accurately with the owner's expectations.
At your feet, stop.
Lu Zhiyuan didn't move.
Shi Sinian slowly stretched out his hand, intending to pat him on the shoulder and ask him to help pick it up, but he was hit by someone, and he fell towards Lu Zhiyuan with the palette: "Ah——"
Gu CiCi, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly dodged over and stood in front of Lu Zhiyuan to catch her: "Are you okay?"
Lu Zhiyuan held the easel's hand, slowly released it, and immediately supported Gu Cici.
"Cici, your clothes!" The new seasonal style sent by Lu Shen: "It's stained with paint!"
Lu Zhiyuan's hand grabbed Gu Cici's arm and shook the girl away from Cici's hand.
What are you doing? Gu CiCi calmly took his hand away and straightened Shi Sinian upright: "Be careful." He also helped her pick up the pen.
"Thank you." Lu Zhiyuan almost caught her. Why did she rush out, but immediately said in panic: "Your clothes..." Lu Zhiyuan bought them. Will he speak?
"It's okay, just wash up."
Li Wenqiong felt a little regretful: "I wonder if it can be washed off?"
"How about I pay you one piece?" So, where did you buy it?
"It's okay, I..."
Lu Zhiyuan directly pulled her back and sat down: "Your arm just hit the easel." He lifted her sleeves worriedly.
"I'm fine."
"Something's wrong."
"It's really okay."
"I have something to do." Lu Zhiyuan looked at her.
The ancient words are speechless.
There was laughter all around: "Eh-"
The old man raised his head and said, "Let's take a look." But the man sat quietly and let him check.
"A little green."
"No?"
"It's green."
"How is it possible?" He asked with such little force, "Where?"
Zhou Xiaolan sniffed, what a sweet plot?
The classmates around me smiled kindly.
"Everywhere."
"Even more so in my heart."
"What are you doing, what are you doing? There are no classes, right?" Gu CiCi warned them with a look, then smiled: "Pay attention to your influence, pay attention to your rise, don't be like me, those who have no status can only sacrifice themselves to cooperate with their boyfriends."
"Gu Cici, why don't you die?"
"Gu Cici, you have enough!"
Shi Sinian sat back on his seat alone and tidied up the spilled paint aggrievedly. He felt depressed and wanted to cry. Why!