Attracted by the movement on the stage, everyone raised their heads to look over.
Seeing that Gu Yundong was already sitting on the small stool, propped up the drawing board, and picked up the pen and paper.
Fan Yilin asked the people around him, "What is she going to do?"
"I don't know."
Everyone couldn't care less about reading, so they just stared at Gu Yundong.
The latter turned slightly sideways. Since Rong Mingxue said he wanted to paint her, it was naturally difficult for him to completely hide himself behind the drawing board.
The entire lecture hall was extremely quiet, occasionally there were a few sounds of flipping books, and the rest was only the sound of 'rustling'.
I don't know how long it took, but Gu Yundong finally stopped writing and looked at the drawing on the drawing board with satisfaction.
Before Rong Mingxue finished painting over there, Gu Yundong waited quietly and asked Cai Yue to pour himself a cup of tea.
After she finished drinking a cup of tea, Rong Mingxue finally stopped, let out a breath, stood up and said, "I'm done."
"Well, I finished drawing too."
The other students were stunned, Gu Yundong raised his eyes, "Show me your painting."
Rong Mingxue was not very happy, but thinking of her previous contemptuous attitude of looking down on him, he snorted coldly, and came forward with the painting, and put the picture he drew on the desk.
Gu Yundong glanced at it, umthe painting is quite beautiful.
Although she doesn't quite resemble her, her temperament is still well-crafted.
Gu Yundong raised his eyes and glanced at him, Rong Mingxue raised his head slightly, quite proudly.
Gu Yundong smiled and pulled out a piece of paper from the back, and placed it next to the painting.
Rong Mingxue was taken aback for a moment, looked down, and suddenly widened his eyes, "This is, this is"
"Oh, this is what I drew just now. Since you drew me, I naturally drew you too. How, does it look similar?"
It's more than just like, it's exactly the same, as if it was carved on your own face.
Rong Mingxue looked at the painting in astonishment, stretched out his right hand uncontrollably, picked up the painting drawn by Gu Yundong, and stroked it bit by bit with his fingers.
"Like, very similar."
Gu Yundong is also looking at Rong Mingxue's paintings. In addition to charcoal drawings, she can also draw ink paintings.
Ink and wash painting pays attention to vivid charm, expressing spirit with form, and it is also very challenging.
This figure painting by Rong Mingxue has artistic conception and is also very beautiful. But the expression of the characters is a little less vivid. If you change the hairstyle and clothes of the person in the painting, it will be another person.
So what he drew were only women, not Gu Yundong at all.
The two people at the podium looked at each other's paintings, which aroused everyone's curiosity.
In the end, it was Fan Yilin who couldn't hold it back, and got up to watch itching unbearably. Others saw that Gu Yundong didn't speak, so they also stood up and moved forward.
At first glance, I was shocked by that face exactly like Rong Mingxue's.
"This is, a charcoal drawing?" Fan Yilin brought the painting over, looked at the painting, and then at Rong Mingxue.
What Gu Yundong drew was Rong Mingxue standing up with a provocative posture, not to mention anything else, just the expression, it was so vivid, even the upward arc of the corners of the mouth was exactly the same, the lips were thin and thick, the eyes were big and small, the nose was straight, and the ears The length, the outline of the face, and even the few strands of hair that fell down are all so delicate.
Fan Yilin looked up at Gu Yundong in astonishment, "You drew this?"
"Didn't you see it just now?"
I saw it, and it was because I saw it that I felt even more unbelievable. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com