Zhang Peng and Wu Yingda don’t know whether Ai Jing really likes art, but according to Wu Yingda and Zhang Peng’s precise calculations, Mi Wei is indeed a girl who likes art, music and other arts.

Many of the courses Miwei took were film art appreciation, classical music appreciation, etc., and she often went to art museums to learn how to draw oil painting. Wu Yingda said that Zhang Peng had no research on music incomplete tone. He danced like a big bear running naked, and singing was like a hawking pancake on the street. It was not bad to write two words, and it was still considered a dragon and phoenix dancing. It was probably a bit of potential for calligraphy and painting.

After analyzing this, Wu Yingda said again: "Have you seen Daisy Zhang Peng? It's the film that Jun Ji-hyun made."

Zhang Peng said, "Is it a third-level film?" Wu Yingda said, Damn, Zhang Peng smiled and said, "Brother Da, I'm just a joking movie with you. Isn't it just the love art film holding anus and a killer? Why? Do you want me to pretend to be cool and act like a killer?"

Wu Yingda said, "I'm asking you to think about the artistic conception of that movie. If you think about seeing a beautiful woman sitting quietly on the street in autumn and drawing a painting for you, then you will be moved or not." Zhang Peng said, "No, if I don't draw for me, I agree to rent a house with her on a Japanese basis."

Wu Yingda said, "Men and women are actually the same. The next idea of ​​the beautiful encounter I designed for you comes from this daisy. Doesn't Miwei like art? If you appear in front of her with a cool morning or dusk in autumn, with a painting board, with a sigh and vicissitudes of eyes, and then draw a picture of her, she will probably fall into your jeans soon."

Zhang Peng said, "According to what you said, I have to practice practicing painting first?"

"Of course." Wu Yingda said, "You see that so many people chase Mi Wei but none of them can succeed. If you want to succeed, you must make some extraordinary tunes. Otherwise, the ending will be as painful as this senior who wrote the memo and sells his failed love into ten chicken legs. Don't worry, I have all told a friend of our club that he and a livestock in the art department have drawn very well are friends of life and death, and we will take you to learn sketching tomorrow."

Zhang Peng said: "Brother Da, no, I'm so moved that you did this. How do you say I should repay you?"

Wu Yingda said: "MB, don't buy buns for me in the future, just buy sauté or beef noodles instead."

Zhang Peng laughed and said, "No problem. Now no matter what I buy, those graduate students who are like wolves and tigers, they dare not compete with me, for fear that I will be unhappy and will be all over again. Every time I ask me to go to the line, they will say to me after I buy it, brother, please go slowly."

At this time, the two of them felt full of energy, and they felt that they were like Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang in front of the Red Cliff. They were in front of thousands of troops and ignored them, chatting and laughing, just waiting for the war to be like Miwei, who is comparable to Xiao Qiao's charming house.

***

Zhang Peng seems to have some talent in calligraphy and painting. He just spent two days with the senior in the art department who was so successful that he was a man or a woman with hair that he was so tall that he was known as a senior in the art department, which was famous for his success in various schools such as the Misty School, Image School, Fauvism School, Abstract School, Pineapple School, etc. The senior in the art department praised Zhang Peng for his promising and his style when he was studying painting.

Zhang Peng was deeply inspired. Every day, he cut a bunch of pencils to draw cups and apples. After more than a week of mingling with the senior in the art department, he suddenly said one day that you have learned almost everything and should be able to become a teacher. You need to know that painting is not about the similarity of shape but about the artistic conception. You have done a good job in artistic conception.

"Really?" Zhang Peng was overjoyed. "Damn!" The long-haired senior in the art department glared wide, "Who said that what I said was wrong? People who understand art will appreciate you when they see your current paintings. Genius is genius. Some people paint for a week is equivalent to several years of work for others."

Zhang Peng thought about it and said that although the long-haired senior in the art department often cannot understand what he paints, he is indeed one of the leaders of the art department now. It is said that the art exhibition will be released at the end of the year.

When I went out from the dormitory of the senior senior of the Art Department's long-haired art department, it was dusk, the street lights were dim and bright, and the autumn was clear and the air seemed to be floating in the air. Zhang Peng thought of the speed of his troops, and felt that it was better to pick them up than the sun, so he directly took the painting board and sat down on the stone bench in front of the flowerbed in front of the Sanshe, and then put on a melancholy and vicissitudes of expression.

The style Wu Yingda tailored for Zhang Peng is indeed quite attractive. In less than a stick of incense, three or four girls were attracted and asked Zhang Peng, "This handsome guy~ what are you painting? Can you see me?" As a result, they were all scared by Zhang Peng's erotic expression, and then said, "I want to draw a **, I don't know if this girl is interested in going to my dormitory."

When it was almost half past six, Zhang Peng took a deep breath. Not far away, Mi Wei, with long hair floating in her arms, appeared in Zhang Peng's sight.

Come over, come over, Miwei, who really has an angel face and a devil figure, actually stopped when she passed by Zhang Peng. She looked at Zhang Peng's drawing board, smiled, and said, "Hehe, classmate, the Michael Jackson you drew is quite similar."

After saying that, Miwei smiled slightly and walked towards the door of Sanshe with Shu in her arms.

For a moment, Zhang Peng actually forgot to say the line that had been prepared for a long time, "Why don't I draw a portrait for you?"

It’s not that Miwei’s face is too charming, nor that she talked to Zhang Peng for the first time, but that Miwei’s words were so shocking.

Because before Miwei appeared, Zhang Peng was clearly painting Liu Xiaoqing, but Miwei said it was Michael Jackson...

Zhang Peng wanted to buy all the saunas that night after returning to the dormitory, but before Zhang Peng could go back to the dormitory, he met Wu Yingda. When he saw Zhang Peng hanging his head with a drawing board on his back, Wu Yingda was shocked and asked, "Zhang Peng, have you been to the girl's house? Have you met Mi Wei?"

Zhang Peng nodded and said, "Yes." Wu Yingda said, "It's so miserable! I didn't expect you to be so fast. I just got the news from my senior brother. The senior brother said that his art department's buddy was very dissatisfied with you going to him every day. The most important thing is that he likes to eat buns, but you sell them to him every day, so the animal in the art department doesn't want to teach you anymore, so he makes an excuse to let you go out..."

Zhang Peng almost fainted with a whistle. Wu Yingda immediately patted Zhang Peng and said, "It doesn't matter. If you think there is still a rescue, then we can only use our trump card."

"What a killer weapon."

"I've shown up and of course I'll have a love letter to appear next."

"Love letter?" Zhang Peng said, "It's so old-fashioned. I guess Miwei can buy love letters and sell waste paper in her dormitory and change watermelons every day."

"I'm such an uncreative person?" Wu Yingda pinched a piece of paper and threw it out gently, pointing to the place where the piece of paper fell and said, "Did you see that, those people can only see so far, and then pinched a piece of paper and threw it out hard. Someone shouted far below the building, "Damn, who threw something around and hit my forehead, Wu Yingda said, "I can at least see that far. Of course, our love letters will not be the same as them, and of course they will not have the same effect as them."
Chapter completed!