After all, color is the core of Western painting.

There are thousands of masters who have become famous, and very few are famous for sketching or sketching.

Sketching is ultimately a means of practice in body structure.

Color is the soul of painting, and the keen color feeling is extremely important in Western painting.

Mao Dongyang has a keen color feeling.

Or he is just slightly inferior to Zhao Leilei and is also one of the best among young teachers. He can guide two newbies who are just starting out, and he can really do it.

Lao Cao was a little surprised at Wan Changsheng's eyes at first, but it may also be understood as he was practicing single-eyed paintings, and looked at Wan Changsheng's paintings at strange times.

At his thin and light colors covered with monochromatic light and dark painting, he smiled and patted his shoulder: "You can try this method. You can temporarily stop here and go to the street of the Academy of Fine Arts to buy some watercolor paints, brushes and paper. In the future, your colors will focus on watercolors, which may be more suitable for you. Find a larger store and ask the boss for the full set of things. Don't pull it down, go..."

Wan Changsheng was even a little moved when he met Lao Cao's generous palm.

It is true that he gave his tuition fees, but from Zhao Leilei to today's guidance all comes from the promise he had come to ask someone to help Wan Changsheng find a way.

The morality of a thousand gold.

So when facing such a person, Wan Changsheng respects him very much, nods and puts down his things and goes there quickly.

But he didn't see the helpless pity in Lao Cao's eyes. He frowned and looked at Mao Dongyang who was squatting back to Du Wen. He was too lazy to call him, so he turned around and signaled to the teacher Fan and went out.

In his heart, he wanted to push this poor boy away. The further he went at this most embarrassing time, the better. It depends on whether he could reduce the pain of being hit.

At the age of being the most insignificant, but unable to grasp the most beautiful, this helplessness may be what every adult man will feel the most.

In fact, what about the immortality?

He has the pain of farts, and he has the embarrassment of farts. He has even laughed so hard that he has long since fallen backwards. Du Wen, the vixen, has finally gone to harm others.

I ran out to the convenience store of the art training school and looked at it. There was indeed no watercolor painting tool at all. Almost 100% of the candidates painted with gouache paint, and the supplies here were all gouache.

After almost a week, Wan Changsheng stepped onto the streets of the Academy of Fine Arts again. He originally wanted to take a leisurely walk around today, but when he walked into the largest painting shop last time, he was a little reluctant to leave, and from taking a bus to entering the store, he had to cover his eyes, otherwise it would be too attractive.

First, I went to the bookshelf to find a few sample textbooks for watercolor paintings, and then I purchased them from paint to brush and paper.

It was much clearer at this time than before. At least I knew how much paper and pigment he would consume in more than three months. Wan Changsheng, a guy who was used to staying in the temple, actually bought it all in one breath so that he would not run away next time.

The whole piece of paper that is as large as a square dining table is called the standard size of the paper, the whole paper is opened.

Every time you cut in half along the long side is called a double opening, then four openings and eight openings. All papers are calculated according to this opening number. The price behind all books is marked with how big the book is.

This is how this word "open" comes from.

The exam is the size of an eight-open paper.

The watercolor paper that Wan Changsheng had to face alone was more expensive than others, and there were bumpy small dots on the paper, which once made Wan Changsheng suspect that this kind of paper was not smooth and could draw?

The boss said that was right.

With the temperament of a young master in the country, he asked the other party to help him cut it into two or three hundred eight-piece papers, and then he continued to surf the painting tools he had never seen before with his hands behind his back.

Watercolor brushes are also different. This is not the kind of foam watercolor brushes used by children, but the gentle wool... German ones are much more advanced at first glance, so let's have a set.

The pigment is also made from Germany, just like the seal carving knife, there is definitely a reason to be expensive.

Since we have all reached the counter of foreign brands, Wan Changsheng has packed a few boxes of German pencils, erasers, shaping liquids, and even tape stickers with German products!

Wan Changsheng from the countryside has an inexplicable trust in Germany.

Because the foreign goods that Guanyin Temple can be exposed to in history were German goods before and after the Anti-Japanese War. As the main production place of pig bristles around Guanyin Temple, this major war resources during World War I and World War II were exchanged for a lot of German goods.

Wan Changsheng's grandfather told his grandson many stories about how useful German machines are.

Even if it is just what I said when I was a child, it will leave a deep impression on my young heart.

What's more, Wan Changsheng is really a young country man who has never traveled far away.

When he entered the city, he asked for a bunch of things, and then ordered several squares of seals and stones of different materials, and suddenly he found that two or three hundred eight-boiled watercolor papers were already very thick.

There are so many things.

It was impossible to carry it to go shopping. I was about to say that I would store these things in the store first and go around myself. When my phone rang, Du Wen's voice was as sweet as before, and she was rustling and neat: "Where did you go?"

Wan Changsheng smiled: "Is there any trouble?"

Du Wen also smiled in her voice: "It's... so big and big! When I get it done, I won't see you anymore. I was too focused at that time."

Wan Changsheng didn't look like a lost boyfriend at all: "I think this or two hours are worth at least 5,000 yuan."

Du Wen was hilarious: "I told you that it should be worth 50,000, your 25,000, and my 25,000."

Wan Changsheng was strange: "It's better if it's not 25, why are you still involved in me?"

Du Wen is definitely not in the classroom: "I guess his purpose was to ask you for guidance. The teacher asked him about his advice, and I heard it. Later, I didn't see you. I took advantage of his infatuation and asked carefully why he suggested you draw watercolors. He was very sarcastic. Come back to have a meal quickly. I told you, "I'm hungry, and I'll treat you today! You won't catch such a big fish if you are not!"

Wan Changsheng was even more strange: "The fish was unhooked? Judging from his appearance, at least it is necessary to pester you to have something to eat today, right?"

Du Wen burst out with even more haha ​​laughter: "So I said you are so naughty. Do you think I can't compare to when I deal with this kind of scene?"

After saying this, Wan Changsheng suddenly felt relieved: "Oh, then, you have long been used to such suitors, and you are disrespectful!"

Du Wen was impatient: "Get back quickly. I'm hungry. Let's talk about it when I have something to say. Look at your soreness. It's okay to lie to the little girl. Don't pretend to me."

Wan Changsheng hung up the phone, but he should have the same feeling as Du Wen.

It’s really easy to get along with a smart person who understands each other.

Wan Changsheng urged the boss to pack the things and leave quickly. The boss was a little slow, and he was impatient: "If you can't count, I won't buy it, I have something to do."

The boss quickly delivered the bill and had to swipe the card. The boss was nagging again. Now he just scans the QR code. Only he received many old professors, so he retained the card swipe POS machine. The Qingshu Yuan's arm, which Wan Changsheng disliked, took two big bags of things away.

He took a taxi when he went out, and he was as eager as he was home.

Then the old man ran over anxiously and ran a little late last time, and he was breathless: "Where are people... people!"

The boss regretted: "I dragged it hard, but I didn't hold it back. It's hard to say that someone was looking for him. I sent a message and didn't know if you were really coming. As a result, I just went out to take a taxi."

The old man had a heart attack and wanted to pump it over. The boss quickly helped him pour water to see the seat: "You have a rest first."

The old man struggled: "Where, where are you going?"

The boss quickly pointed the direction: "Over there, it's not at the school gate, and the taxi can't catch up."

The old man sighed: "Buy, what did you buy?"

The boss quickly took the list just now: "It's all about watercolors, high-end goods, and they should be very skillful."

Looking at the bill of several thousand yuan, the old man looked like a Sherlock Holmes: "The economic conditions are good... watercolor, is it professional in painting watercolor?"

This is a bit contemplated. There is no independent watercolor major in painting. There is very few people in society who use watercolor as the painting direction. Even within the Academy of Fine Arts, there is only the tradition of watercolor painting in the Department of Fine Arts.

The old man sat there for at least ten minutes before he recovered. He called while walking: "Old Zheng, have you guys who painted watercolors recently grown young people, or have you seen anyone know about seal carving..."

The boss vaguely heard it. After being busy for a while, he remembered that he had surveillance. He forgot to say that the young man was covering half of his eyes. Next time, he would transfer it to him.
Chapter completed!