An Xia's paintings

Chapter 4

Lin Anxia had a student who was eight years older than him.

Facing such a situation, Lin Anxia was a little at a loss.However, as the owner of a face with impeccable lines and structures, Lin Anxia still treats Qin Ruihe very much.

At the same time, Lin Anxia was also very emotional, even Qin Rui and people like him are so addicted to painting, the charm of art is really irresistible.

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It was a sunny Saturday, Lin Anxia opened all the curtains on the upper and lower floors of the small villa, allowing the sunlight to fully infiltrate the room.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, Lin Anxia mischievously tugged at Cedar's ears: "The sun smiled at us today, so we should give it something back..."

Lin Anxia yawned, "I didn't sleep very well yesterday, but the weather is so good today, it would be a pity not to do something! Otherwise... Xuesong, I will give you a bath in the yard today ?”

Xue Song, who just stuck out his tongue and smiled sweetly, seemed to understand Lin Anxia's words, put away his tongue with a "swoosh", and looked at Lin Anxia with a serious face.

No matter how understanding Cedar is, it is still a dog. As cats and dogs by nature...they don't seem to like bathing by nature.

"However, Cedar hasn't taken a bath for half a month. Although my Cedar is a handsome old man anyway, the hair sticking together is not bright enough, and it doesn't match your noble temperament. If Cedar can take a bath If you erase this small flaw, you will definitely be more wise and powerful than a three-year-old dog."

Lin Anxia squatted down, hugged Xuesong's head, and said earnestly.

Xue Song tilted her head, leaning on Lin Anxia's arm, her swarthy eyes glowed with warmth.

"You seem to have compromised, right? Okay! Then I'll go get the shampoo and the big basin now! The figure of Cedar running in the yard after taking a bath is our gift to the sun!"

After mumbling to himself, Lin Anxia jumped up from the ground and ran to the bathroom briskly, intending to move all the shampoo basins and big brushes that Cedar used for bathing to the yard.

One person and one dog walked to the door, Lin Anxia put the brush in his mouth, put the shampoo and a small stool into the basin and supported it on his waist, freed one hand, and opened the door...

Lin Anxia: "?"

Qin Ruihe: "!"

cedar:"."

"Mr. Qin, I'm really sorry. I forgot that you are coming here today."

Lin Anxia spat out the brush in her mouth, kept Qin Rui and the door in a strange posture, piled up a pile of miscellaneous things in the corner, straightened her clothes, and said apologetically:

"I'm really sorry."

Qin Ruihe smiled indifferently: "It's nothing important, I should call you again before I come. What are you planning to do?"

"The sun is nice today, so I planned to take advantage of the good weather to give the cedar a bath, so that it can dry its hair in the sun, which is good for its health."

"You're so nice to it."

Lin Anxia raised her chin as a matter of course: "It should be. Xuesong is my partner."

Qin Ruihe looked at the inexplicably proud Lin Anxia with a funny face: "Then we went to the yard to give the cedar a bath first, then shall I learn to paint from you?"

Only now did Lin Anxia realize that Qin Ruihe really came to him for cram school today.

Wherever the students have come, the teacher is still bathing the dog.

Lin Anxia burst out with professional responsibility and hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Let's go to class first. It's the same when we wait until noon to bathe the cedars. The sun is warmer at that time."

秦睿和抬手看了看手腕上的表：“现在正好9点05分，除去我们刚才说话的5分钟，看来我是9点整到的。学习两个小时左右到了12点给雪松洗澡。听起来的确合情合理。”

Lin Anxia looked at Qin Ruihe dully, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously: "It seems that Mr. Qin has a sense of time."

Qin Rui and "Puchi" smiled, "I'm just kidding you, in the eyes of you artists, shouldn't a businessman like me be as fussy as I just showed?"

Lin Anxia curled her lips: "That's what you think. Who said that every artist has such a prejudice against businessmen? If you really want to learn to paint, you must get rid of your tendency to generalize."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, what you said makes sense. Then can we start class?" Qin Ruihe said helplessly.

"Then, Mr. Qin has learned to paint before, so he knows how to paint?"

Lin Anxia looked at Qin Ruihe who was sitting behind the drawing board with his back straight, and suddenly his thoughts went astray. Qin Ruihe's overly upright face made Lin Anxia very excited. If he could be a model for me... ...

"Mr. Lin? Teacher Lin?"

Qin Rui and his deep voice brought back Lin Anxia's sanity, "Ah? What did you say?"

Qin Ruihe feels very helpless towards Lin Anxia who tends to get distracted. Maybe he will never understand the thinking of an artist, but his love for painting is real.

Therefore, Qin Ruihe responded patiently: "I said, I learned the basic skills from my grandfather before, but my grandfather always said that I can't draw well. So I'm not sure if I can draw."

Regarding Qin Ruihe's remarks, Lin Anxia was noncommittal.He is the son of the talented painter Lin Xici, and he grew up in a strong artistic atmosphere. His father is not only an excellent father, but also a wise teacher. He never gave up in the process of training Lin Anxia. There are many distracting thoughts to disturb him, so he can feel the essence of art better than ordinary people.But Lin Anxia understands that there are indeed some people who have exhausted their whole life's efforts to study art, but they can only wander outside the gate of art.

"Then Mr. Qin, you can try to draw a picture for me to see."

Qin Ruihe inevitably picked up the paintbrush at hand: "Do you mind if I use your paintbrush?"

Lin Anxia shook her head naturally.

However, even with the brush of a painting genius, Qin Ruihe still felt hesitant when he started to write.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think I should draw?"

Lin Anxia froze for a moment: "Of course it's what you want to draw."

Qin Ruihe put down his brush and shook his head: "I don't have anything in particular that I want to draw."

"Then, you just choose a scene in this house, and then draw it. It doesn't matter if you have time, as long as you draw simple lines."

Lin Anxia's original intention was just to know how much Qin Ruihe had mastered in painting skills, but from the conversation just now, Lin Anxia seemed to vaguely understand the reason why Song Shiyuan said that his little grandson did not inherit his painting talent.

Qin Ruihe smiled: "Then I will draw Teacher Lin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ruihe seemed to have thought of something, and automatically regretted it.

"Forget it, I can't draw you well. I'd better pick cedar."

cedar:"......"

Lin Anxia's eyes widened, watching Qin Rui and Qingca pick up the pencils, and with a few simple strokes on the drawing board, they outlined the basic appearance of the cedar.In terms of angle and comparison, it is exactly the same as the cedar placed on the stool.The similarity made Lin Anxia bow down.

Such a proficient brushwork made Lin Anxia have to suspect that maybe this Qin Ruihe was making fun of him. He had clearly mastered the proficient painting skills, but came to tell him that he wanted to learn painting. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel uncomfortable Something is wrong.

But as Qin Rui and the pattern on the drawing paper gradually completed, except for the cedar, the chair under his feet, the background board, and even the waste paper balls that he randomly discarded in the corner all appeared on the drawing paper one by one.

Lin Anxia once thought that perhaps there was a fly on the window, and Qin Ruihe could draw it accurately, even the lines on the wings were clearly drawn.

Lin Anxia sat beside Qin Ruihe, watching him finish polishing the sketch in his hand.Maybe it was a conditioned reflex, Lin Anxia looked up at the clock hanging on the wall...

"15 minutes... It only takes 15 minutes for Mr. Qin to draw a complete sketch."

Qin Ruihe looked at Lin Anxia in surprise: "Mr. Lin, what are you doing?"

Lin Anxia smiled embarrassedly: "I didn't mean to count the time you spent drawing, but...such a complete sketch, if I were to draw it, it might take an hour...Of course, If it were me, I would definitely not draw such a complete sketch."

Lin Anxia got up, took the sketch fixed on the drawing board in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Then, Lin Anxia raised his hand and called Xue Song down who was still sitting obediently on the chair.

Lin Anxia turned to Qin Ruihe and said, "How is Mr. Qin's painting? We can see the model's reaction."

Qin Ruihe: "?"

Lin Anxia held up the painting in his hand to the running Xuesong: "Xuesong! Look, this is the portrait that Mr. Qin drew for you. Do you think you are handsome on the top or in the painting?"

Qin Ruihe was leaning on the easel, even though he acted calmly, he still faintly expressed dissatisfaction in his heart: "Mr. Lin, although... grandpa always said that I have no talent for painting, but if you just say As for sketching, I think I still have a certain level of skill.”

That's right!Even if Qin Ruihe is an extremely conceited person, he likes painting, and the so-called basic skills of painting are not difficult to learn in his opinion.If he likes something, he will definitely put in the effort to learn it, and his precise photo-like sketching skills are naturally the result of learning.

Qin Ruihe didn't think there was anything questionable about his sketching skills.

At this time, Xue Song put his nose close to the drawing paper and sniffed, and examined the "Cedar" on the drawing paper for a while.He snorted and went out without paying much attention.

Qin Ruihe: "..."

For a second, Qin Ruihe almost thought that Xue Song didn't like his paintings.But in the next second, Qin Ruihe scoffed at his naive thoughts, no matter how smart Xuesong is, he is only a dog, does a dog really know how to appreciate a painting?

Lin Anxia turned to Qin Rui and spread her hands helplessly: "Mr. Qin may not be willing to accept this fact, but Xue Song really doesn't like the portrait you drew for him."

Qin Ruihe: "..."

The author has something to say:

It seems that two or three more friends are reading this article today!So happy!Originally, there was only one click a day, but there are two more today... hhahaha [Actually, there are some I ordered, because I think the clicks of Chapter 3 are 4, but the clicks of Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 are both 3 , So the obsessive-compulsive disorder is made up the same! (⊙x⊙;)