Du Wen really has no news at all.

This made Wan Changsheng even more focused. After the military training was completed, he was naturally busy at the training school on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The sketching classes and this month’s professional subject exams!

When Wan Changsheng decided to transform Damei Training School into the super middle school model, many things were natural.

Who has ever heard of intensive learning in art majors, and some have a basic exam?

Now there are, and Lao Tong, Zhao Leilei and others have a professional vision of taking exams and marking papers every year.

Wan Changsheng took a hundred pictures with good-level pictures on Saturday night to invite Lao Tong and Zhao Leilei to quickly mark the papers. Anyway, they had not finished a bottle of wine, and the two had already finished their work.

Although he did not tell the candidates that this was the examiner’s marking standard, these candidates immediately understood very clearly how much difference their professional scores were.

On Sunday, we basically commented on these test papers. Taking advantage of the gold medal tutor's review of the test papers with more than a dozen freshman assistants, Wan Changsheng went to find Qiao Yu in the afternoon.

According to the fresh experience taught by Ma Zhenyu, water the clay model with a watering can, then wrap it with plastic wrap, carefully move it to the Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle, and search it according to the address given by Zhao Leilei.

It's not far away, but the place is very strange. It's a storefront in a remote street with a low popularity, with a door sign hanging from the "Flying Fish Model".

Just as he parked the car on the curb, Wan Changsheng leaned in with his hands with clay lumps, and it was so dark that he was almost hanging a notice that "it's not open today."

This also shows that the store owner really doesn't rely on such business to make a living.

But it wasn't impossible to see the five fingers. Wan Changsheng saw some parts scattered at a glance. Behind the counter of the box, there was a large operating table, and a man in his thirties was busy quietly surrounded by several lights.

Each light is not big or very bright, but it is properly concentrated on the table from all directions, which may be like the shadowless light of the operating table, forming no shadows at every angle, making it easier for people to focus on it.

Wan Changsheng couldn't help but think of the lighting problem someone mentioned.

But at this moment it must be: "Hello, I am the introduction of Teacher Zhao Leilei from Shumei to come to find Teacher Qiao..."

The man wearing glasses turned his head to look at him, and his eyes quickly slid down to the cling film bumps on Wan Changsheng's hand, and arrogantly opened it with his chin to look.

Wan Changsheng hurriedly, when the other party found out that it was a clay sculpture, he completely lost interest and finally said: "I don't make clay sculptures, you go to the sculpture department of the Academy of Fine Arts."

Only by entering the Academy of Fine Arts will you find that people divide various categories particularly clearly.

Wan Changsheng was careful to those with special expertise: "Can you take a closer look? Teacher Zhao said it is best to find you to improve..."

It should be Zhao Leilei's name, which made Qiao Yu finally resisted his impatientness and leaned closer, and immediately turned over the work lamp beside the table and shone it on the clay sculpture.

Then he got up and just carefully took the clay sculpture, put it on his own countertop, and accepted the treatment of the shadowless lamp.

I focused on observing for several minutes before speaking: "What did you do?"

Wan Changsheng Well: "I made the embryo, but I didn't think about what it would look like in the end. Teacher Zhao suggested that I ask you."

Qiao Yu has a solid figure and is different from Wan Changsheng's strong strength. He should be the kind of chubby squat who has been sitting in front of the platform for too long. But now his eyes are only on clay sculptures, simple and neat: "Fiberglass, if you want this size, the most important thing is fiberglass, because only fiberglass can solve your next requirement for coloring. You won't just have a monochrome thing, right?"

Wan Changsheng shook his head hard: "No! I imagined it should be metal, cloth and different woods, fiberglass? How to do it?"

Qiao Yu looked up at Wan Changsheng like a fool: "Don't you know about epoxy resin? Which department are you... from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Wan Changsheng was simply ashamed: "Chinese Painting Department..."

Qiao Yu looked at him again and said, "It's inexplicable!"

Then he held the clay sculpture in both hands and walked towards the back of the store.

Wan Changsheng quickly followed and saw his treasure being carried upstairs into a tented terrace. It looked more like a brick kiln, with many things like flour bags piled up.

The solid Qiao Yu put down the clay sculptures by the chopping board, which was really like the white table of the kitchen pastry chef. Unexpectedly, he actually found a pair of poker from the side!

Wan Changsheng was extremely surprised, but he also said nothing out of trust in Zhao Leilei.

But if the other party wants to find a rolling pin and crush his clay sculptures, he will not be able to catch them and rescue them.

But Qiao Yu began to carefully insert playing cards into the clay sculptures one by one!

It is the kind of fence that is posted one by one, undulating along the clay sculpture, and is as tight as the Great Wall!

One picture is posted and one picture is seen from the side, and it is all thin on a plane!

Wan Changsheng moved to the side and discovered this detail. He was so interested that he didn't even speak, just watched it.

Because Qiao Yu's movements are very careful, so careful that the damage movements of inserting playing cards will not affect even a little clay shape.

This fine operation lasted for half an hour before it was completed. Then I grabbed the chopping board and started spraying it onto the clay sculpture, as if the priest sprinkled holy water on it.

Seeing that his hard work over the past month has gradually become shiny and shining, Wan Changsheng dared not ask!

Qiao Yu didn't explain, then opened a bag of "flour" next to him, quickly added water and mixed a batter of batter, and carefully poured it onto the clay sculpture!

Completely cover Wan Changsheng’s hard work!

The corners of his mouth moved, and Wan Changsheng still held back.

His cultivation skills are really amazing!

It’s really because Qiao Yu’s expression is too serious and focused, so it’s absolutely impossible to be a mess.

He didn't dare to disturb him either.

Watching my hard work turn into something covered and flowing like a mudslide.

Qiao Yu stopped and began to open another bag of powder in the corner of the wall. He accidentally saw Wan Changsheng's confused eyes: "Don't you know how to turn the model?"

Wan Changsheng quickly shook his head: "I have never contacted you before, I'm just about to ask for advice!"

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes helplessly: "How could there be such a weird thing as you in making clay sculptures in Chinese painting? This is the basic skill of making clay sculptures in the sculptures. Clay sculptures are just embryo types. You need to use gypsum. This is the talc powder is added with water and turns into a paste and gradually solidifies into a shell. This is the mold. The mold made of the mold, injects the liquid of epoxy resin into it, and then solidifies into a mold. You are the fiberglass object exactly like your clay sculpture. Do you understand? On the other hand, you need to turn the gypsum parts, and you can also use epoxy resin to make a mold."

Wan Changsheng suddenly realized that he didn't understand and asked, "What does this playing card mean?"

Qiao Yu was not angry: "How do you take off the whole shell? Can you easily remove the mold by dividing it into the left and right sides with plastic playing cards?"

Wan Changsheng was so impressed that he was impressed because he understood that this was not difficult for those who knew it, and those who were difficult would not. As long as he understood the steps and tricks, his predecessors had countless folk remedies.

Just like when he was a clay bodhisattva, those processes were also the experiences gradually gathered by craftsmen over hundreds or thousands of years.

After waiting for a whole afternoon, I sat next to Qiao Yu's workbench and watched him carefully paint the plastic model for two or three hours. Finally, I waited for the final fiberglass product that was released from molding, and Wan Changsheng immediately understood.

This gray-green translucent fiberglass is like a plastic. I just saw some of the things that Qiao Yu painted, and it seemed that he made them by himself.

This thing is easy to color.

When it comes to coloring things, Wan Changsheng is too familiar. Those colored Bodhisattvas can only repeatedly apply pigments on the dry mud. A thick layer of them is of course impossible to have too fine changes in light and darkness, nor can they have very imitation of these rust and water stains, nor can they imitate the feeling of stainless steel, metal, wood or cloth.

The cloth ribbon on the Buddha statue is not realistic in the modern sense at all.

But fiberglass is fine!

Because it does not absorb water and has relatively rough adhesion, you can draw any lifelike image on it.

Turn clay sculptures into plastic parts, and then draw super realistically on them.

The final thing is extremely simulated.

Qiao Yu opened up a new world for Wan Changsheng.
Chapter completed!