I Always Want Mr. Heinan

A man sitting on the sofa.

Luan Xiaotian glanced at it and cut off his head directly.

What post said Cui Heng had said that Nan Yukong would not let her interfere in this matter.

As soon as she thought, she shook her hand with the paintbrush twice at the headless man on the painting, and swallowed by the way.

I recalled the coloring process yesterday and took a deep breath. The coloring process of oil painting should be the same as that of gouache.

She first spread the big color with sky blue, and added some trivial small backgrounds. The backgrounds are all the drawing boards in the studio. It is a bit troublesome to find perspective.

"Why is it so weird?" I feel awkward no matter how I look at it, but I can't tell what is strange.

Nan Yukong raised his eyes and glanced at the troubled person, put down the water cup he had been holding in his hand, and stood in front of the picture with only large patches of color.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Luan Xiaotian didn't know what he was going to do or when he was going to stand, anyway, he felt very guilty.

"Haven't seen what's wrong?"

To be honest...she really didn't see it.

Except for a headless, don't have any serious problems.

Luan Xiaotian shrugged his shoulders twice. Nan Yukong was standing next to him not intending to correct his mistake, or else he was arguing about something.

"This," Nan Yukong pointed his finger at a place that did not belong to the picture, and even the place where his finger was was not drawn on the board at all.

Luan Xiaotian blinked twice, "What's wrong?"

A very good painting, the ‘masterpiece’ she painted today.

"The two points of perspective you want to find, one is here and the other is here." Nan Yukong pointed to the other side, "Now know where I am wrong?"

Luan Xiaotian made a sudden realization, "Oh..."

She shook her head again, "I don't understand."

It's true not to understand, it's true to find perspective like that, and it's true to not paint well.

"Have you seen this line?" Nan Yukong's big palm fell on the back of Luan Xiaotian's hand, and the slightly lower head just happened to rest on her shoulder.

Lightly touch and slightly touch, there is a tingling feeling like electricity.

"The line here is here, and the other side is the same. You just made the first step wrong."

Luan Xiaotian nodded his head in a languid manner, and realized afterwards... afterwards...

"Why did you use black!!" She finally finished the background color, which was ruined by a few black lines in 30 minutes!

"Draw another one," Nan Yukong bent down and handed her a new canvas again, "this time the picture is better."

The picture is better, the picture that spoofs Nan Yukong is quite good, and the impression is impressive.

The second time was very relaxed, and the colors were more sensible than the first time. The only drawback is that the perspective was wrong again.

Nan Yukong sighed a long sigh, and passed the water glass he had held for more than an hour, "Water, warm."

It is indeed warm, higher than body temperature.

Luan Xiaotian's heart warmed, "Thanks...thank you."

"Perspective, first practice the architectural draft." Nan Yukong waited for her to finish drinking, took back the cup, made it back to the sofa, picked up the notebook and pen and started to do it.

The world fell into the sound of the brushing pencil touching the drawing paper.

It seemed that that perfect profile face was as dazzling as it was born for him.

Luan Xiaotian took a sneak peek and exhaled carefully.

It is completely the existence of distraction.

The drooping eyelids flashed sparkling light under the half-dangling eyelashes.

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