MTL - Dressed As the Actor’s Fiancée-Chapter 1 Participate in business

Yu Mian is not familiar with modern painting, she is more interested in and likes traditional Chinese painting, but the whole process of painting, whether it is modern painting or traditional Chinese painting, in the final analysis is in the same strain, and it is not too difficult for her to learn.

It's just that although she inherited the memory of this body, the original body didn't go to school at all. It can be said that she didn't learn anything at all, and Yu Mian didn't have any shortcuts to take.

The original body was very rebellious in high school. Generally, when teenagers and girls enter adolescence, they will always awaken their self-consciousness for some reason, and have irreconcilable conflicts with their parents. The usual routines are nothing more than quarreling, not studying hard, and confronting their parents. Come and wait.

The original Yu Mianmian was like this, Mrs. Yu hoped that she would be a well-behaved and lovely daughter, but she behaved perversely and willfully, and never gave her family a good face. Yu's father told her to study hard, so she caused trouble in school, and she was at the bottom of every test.

When Yu Mian was drawing in the textbook, she found that the memory of painting in her mind was very sparse. She also saw some scattered pictures. It turned out that Yu Mianmian had never participated in the professional training for art students in high school.

Yu Mianmian did not get into Shengming University, a well-known art school in China, but Yu's father donated money to her.

Holding the paintbrush, he scribbled on the snow-white drawing paper. The painting skills and knowledge in the book were abandoned by the original body like shoes, but in Yu Mian's eyes, they were no less than precious treasures.

She used to have no conditions to learn her favorite art, but now that all these things are in front of her, Yu Mian naturally knows how to choose. She is not the original Yu Mianmian, she has parents who treat her like pearls and treasures, has a superior and proud family background, and also has the capital to act willfully.

Yu Mian is different. She is an orphan who needs to be sponsored by others to go to school. She understands the true meaning of life earlier than her peers.

Some people live easily, while others have to work hard to survive.

Yu Mian is considered someone who has died once, and this time it was an accident that took her life. The life she picked up seemed to make up for her first half of her life. What she regrettably lost was made up for here. Every time Yu Mian thinks of this , will give birth to gratitude countless times, and cherish what you have even more.

Staring at the drawing board for too long, Yu Mian raised her head and looked out the window. A circle of roses was planted around the wall in the back garden, and the emerald green branches were dotted with colorful flowers. The gloomy sky in the morning gradually cleared up, and the thin sunlight poured down like golden sand, passing through the clear window glass and falling on the floor.

After resting his eyes for a while, he lowered his head and looked at the book again.

Yu Mian has taught herself a little Chinese painting, but before that she spent most of her time on part-time jobs. Even if there were donations from well-meaning people, the donations were basically used as tuition fees, and she still had to earn her own living expenses. Self-study is just a limited time to watch some video tutorials and the like.

However, drawing can be learned not only by looking at it, but the most important thing is to practice, and it is a lot of practice.

Everything requires hard work to achieve results. Yu Mian lacks the basic knowledge of the system because she has no conditions to learn it, but she has never slackened in practice.

Since her parents passed away in a car accident, she never went to the Chinese painting cram school again. Although she couldn't attend classes, she would watch videos on the Internet at home, practicing and tracing over and over again.

There are countless sheets of paper in her home, all of which are her drawings over the years.

Therefore, the professional painting knowledge in this book is like a long drought and rain to her, which makes up for her shortcomings, and she is reluctant to let go after reading it for a while.

Until a voice came from my ear: "Why don't you draw anymore?"

The sudden voice rang in her ears, Yu Mian was not mentally prepared, and the book in her frightened hand slipped to the ground.

She hurriedly turned her head to look, and saw a person standing behind her at some point. When she turned her head, that person was bending over to pick up the textbook she had dropped on the floor.

"Sorry to scare you."

With his slender white fingers clean and flawless, he picked up the book and handed it to her. The man lowered his head, his amber pupils were like clear lakes in the sunlight.

Yu Mian had lingering fears. She was supposed to be alone in the room, but a stranger suddenly appeared, and everyone would be scared to death, but she quickly realized that she seemed to have hired a tutor, and it should be at this time, so she shook her head. Shaking his head: "No, it's okay..."

She reached out to take the book and asked in a low voice, "Are you my tutor?"

"Yeah." The man nodded slightly, "I'm a merchant, you can call me a teacher."

Shenshang is tall and standing, Yu Mian had to look up to see his face. She was a little surprised, before Yu's father meant to ask her brother to find a student of the same age to teach her, but the person in front of him didn't look like a student.

He was wearing a white shirt, black slacks, his hair was a little long, almost shoulder-length, his eyebrows were thin, and his pair of light brown eyes were very unique.

Yu Mian pursed her lips and asked the question in her heart: "Teacher, are you also a student of Shengming University?"

Shen Shang withdrew his gaze from the easel: "Didn't your brother tell you? I am Sheng Ming's teacher and Yu Xing's friend."

Thinking of what his friend told him yesterday, Shenshang took another look at Yu Mian. Yu Xing came to him temporarily last night and asked him to help his sister with homework. At that time, Shenshang thought he was joking.

After all, Yu Xing and his sister have a bad relationship, and as his good friend, he still knows it well. Shenshang also has a certain understanding of Yu Mian's bad temper, which is almost out of the circle.

Shenshang didn't intend to accept it at first, but Yu Xing softened and asked him. Shenshang is a person who doesn't care about anything. Suddenly seeing such a big change in his friend, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. I agreed.

As soon as we met today, the merchants noticed the difference. He had met Yu Mian before, had met at a banquet far away, and had heard about her deeds.

In the past, she always had a sharp hostility, and she could feel the gloomy aura when she got close, but now that aura is gone, and the whole person seems to be a different person, soft and peaceful.

Her hair is tied into loose braids and hangs over her shoulders, probably for the convenience of drawing. She no longer wears those strange hip-hop clothes, but only wears a loose light green pullover sweater. Her face is fair and small, fresh and moving .

The most amazing thing is her eyes.

Shenshang discovered that Yu Mian had beautiful eyes very early on, but she never seemed to realize it. She painted heavy makeup, and thick eyeshadow and eyeliner covered most of her eyes. What damages its beauty the most is the perennial cold, dark, and fierce look in her eyes.

Now, those emotions are gone, like dew evaporated in the light golden sunlight, turning into a warm, soft, clear light.

Chanshang looked at her, looked away under those eyes, and looked at the drawing board in front of Yu Mian.

"I think you draw very well, why do you need a tutor?"

Yu Mian was taken aback, "Is it good? But I don't know a lot of basic knowledge...I just opened this book today." She raised the textbook in her hand, with a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

The merchant nodded, "Well, I also discovered that your painting style is very unique, but you are very unfamiliar with the use of some basic skills, such as here, your perspective is not very good, and here, the harmony of light and dark Something's wrong..."

Yu Mian was still a little uncomfortable at first, but Shang Shang came to give her a lecture directly, and the discomfort of getting along with strangers quickly dissipated.

The small flaws in the painting were picked out one by one. Canshang inadvertently turned his head and caught a glimpse of the girl's face listening carefully. Her dark eyes were like a small mirror, reflecting the skylight outside the window, bright and shining.

There was a slight pause in the voice, and the merchant changed his tone and said, "Your painting does have many small problems, but I still think it is a good painting. Do you know why?"

What Yu Mian drew was a landscape picture, which was taken from the back garden of Yu's family.

Her studio is on the second floor, and there is a tall magnolia tree in the back garden, with luxuriant branches and leaves covering the sky and sun. A branch just stretched out of the studio window. The magnolia tree in autumn has long stopped blooming, but there is a small bird's nest among its branches. The tiny twigs and dead leaves form a small circular nest. The nest was empty except for a few gray feathers.

Birds are generally afraid of people, and the windows of Yu's house cannot see the interior from the outside, so birds build their nests.

In Yu Mian's painting, there is a gray bird, fat and fat like a ball, squatting among the branches and looking at the blue sky in the distance.

This is the scene she saw before, and now the bird is gone.

"why?"

"Before I came here, I thought I was going to teach students who couldn't even hold a paintbrush." ​​Shangshang said bluntly: "To my surprise, although your foundation is weak, you draw very meticulously and meticulously." Reality, and your style, everyone's paintings are different, they will bring the author's personal color, your painting is very personal."

Yu Mian murmured suspiciously: "My style?"

In order to point her out, Canshang kept leaning over to speak, and after finishing this passage, he stood up straight and said: "Now is not the time to talk about this, your foundation is a bit weak, next I will tell you the basics, don't worry about it." I'll talk about it later."

At this moment, the merchants have already forgotten that before coming here, all they made was just to have a look and decided not to be Yu Mian's tutor.

Yu Mian didn't know anything about it. Hearing what he said, she nodded obediently and said, "Okay, teacher."

Shenshang's explanation is meaningful, and knowing that he is brother's friend and Shengming's teacher, Yu Mian has already recognized him.

Chanshang took a stool from the side, sat down next to Yu Mian, then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled the sleeves on both sides to his elbows, and picked up a paintbrush in one hand.

"Practice makes perfect for any skill. You continue to draw, and I will correct the way you draw."

"Okay." Hearing that, Yu Mian picked up the textbook, picked up the brush and started to draw, and asked the counselor if there was anything he didn't understand.

The sunlight outside the window slowly became slanted, and the clouds in the sky were dyed red by the setting sun. The orange light cast the shadows of the two on the floor, dragging out long shadows.

"Here...it should be drawn like this..."

The merchant gave a demonstration, and the girl followed suit, but there was still some deviation. The man leaned forward slightly, with long fingers, he held the end of her brush, and gently drew Liu Chang's lines with the tip of the brush.

The author has something to say: the coding is over! I wrote it for nearly five hours... For those who are still reading, thank you!