June is our farewell song

Chapter 157 Triangular Composition
"So, not only did you not return the manuscript, but you also told her that her manuscript will be published and it will be on the front page?"

In the literature club, Gu Yuan had his hands tied behind his back on the chair, with his head bowed, facing the drawing paper and manuscripts on the table, confessing while listening to Qi Yu's scolding, Liu Qingsi sat opposite him, with a half-smile looking at him.

"Um……"

Gu Yuan made a low and weak voice like a dying deer, and nodded.

"Besides, he brought back a lot of useless sketches, and declared himself a fan of hers, so and so, twice?"

"Um……"

As Gu Yuan spoke, he let out a long sigh.

Things started two days ago.

After the unexpected failure of rejecting the manuscript for the first time, he went to find Wen Jin again.

"Wow! You are here again! It seems that you really like my paintings. Where are the sketches? If you finish reading, please return them to me."

As soon as they met, Wen Jin warmly greeted Gu Yuan before he even opened his mouth.

In fact, Gu Yuan threw the stack of drawing papers into the back of the desk since he got it, and never took it out again.

He originally planned to talk about the rejection of the manuscript all at once, but the opening speech he had prepared was interrupted as soon as he came up. Facing Wen Jin with an overjoyed expression on his face, he swallowed what he wanted to say again.

"I'm just kidding, it's all drafts, how could I want to come back?" Wen Jin said and waved his hand.

A purple short-sleeved T-shirt with a short waist, revealing a white lining. The pattern of the pants is like a starry sky splashed with colorful ink. The black tights extend to the ankles. The canvas shoes on the feet are red and the other is red. White, the girl stands gracefully in the brilliance of the setting sun.

"..."

If possible, Gu Yuan really wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It was rare that he couldn't speak calmly. Even that crazy girl Qi Yu couldn't stop him from speaking without restraint, but this guy in front of him It seemed to exude an inexplicable aura.How to describe it?Lone artist?Absolutely not, but certainly an oddity, who speaks like a lark falling on his face.

"Hey, you're not from the literature club, so tell me, how do you feel about my paintings?"

"Forehead……"

Maybe we should praise her at this time?If you make her happy and then tell her the bad news about the rejection, it shouldn't cause a big reaction, right?As the saying goes, if you hit a carrot with a stick, the experience of the predecessors is always right.

So he began to frantically recall in his mind, for the stack of sketches he just flipped through them roughly after returning to the classroom, and only had a deep impression on the top one, which was a picture of a sunny morning , the scene of the mother walking with the child, there are layers of clouds in the sky, the grass grows very lushly, the umbrella casts shadows on the grass, and the child stands in the corner of the picture...

"how is it going?"

There is no time to continue recalling.

"From the composition point of view, the mother, the parasol, and the shadow are connected into a dark and light ribbon by using the perspective of elevation angle, presenting a soothing arc running through the picture. Originally, such a combination would make the picture bloated and crowded, but the left side The existence of the child in the corner makes the space of the whole painting suddenly widen, the triangular composition suddenly deepens the sense of layering of the picture, the sky becomes higher and farther away, and the mother as the main character is highlighted again, a very genius creativity... ..."

Gu Yuan uttered all the professional terms he knew in one go, and it didn't matter what kind of sentences he formed and what meaning he expressed.I have to thank Qi Yu for being able to say this, if she hadn't been nagging in his ear for more than a year, he wouldn't even be able to say these words.

And the reason why I have such a deep impression on this painting is thanks to the date during the previous vacation.There are many similarities between Chi Yu's painting and Wen Jin's line draft. Although there is no coloring, there are many similarities in composition.Chi Yu said that the painting was the so-called "triangular composition", but Gu Yuan was actually confused about what "triangular composition" meant.

Well, the praise is over, it's time to get down to business.

"Wen Jin, I'm actually here to tell you about your contribution to the literature club..."

"Wait...wait a minute! This, this...is too exaggerated...I also copied this composition...no, I copied it..."

Wen Jin's face turned red visibly, and her voice became a little flustered, then she quickly ran into the classroom and returned to her seat.

Wen Jin's seat is right next to the back door of the classroom, close to the window and the bronze door. On the left and right sides of the table are stacks of books and notebooks with a height of [-] centimeters. It doesn't look like an ordinary student seat. different.The biggest difference should be the log drawing board placed on the plain in the middle of the two hills, and the cabinet at the bottom is also full of bottles and jars of different heights, sizes, fats and thins, and there are stickers attached to each bottle. A shiny label.

"This is for you...don't give it back to me..."

After searching for a while in the hills on both sides, Wen Jin handed Gu Yuan another painting.

"This time, it's over-colored..."

Looking at the drawing paper that was forced into his hand, Gu Yuan felt his blood pressure rise slowly.

How did things become like this? !Obviously came to reject the manuscript!Why did it turn into a fan idol plot that came to ask for a painting!
"You...don't want..."

Even though his voice was low, even though Wen Jin turned his head to the window, Gu Yuan couldn't help shivering.

"of course not……"

Sighing softly, Gu Yuan rolled up the drawing paper and held it in his hand.

Taking paintings from others one after another, and then having to give her a severe mental blow, wouldn't she really be punished by God?

"What did you just say? What happened to my manuscript?"

Therefore, Gu Yuan made a decision that violated the "group training".

It also directly led to the result that he is now tied to a chair for "trial".

"As an imperial envoy, accepting bribes privately and bending the law for personal gain, what should I do?"

Liu Qingsi slapped "The Kite Runner" in her hand on the table as a gavel, making a crisp "bang".

"His heart can be punished, and the crime should be executed!"

Qi Yu also sang along, and stood beside Qing Si blowing his beard and staring. Although she didn't have a beard at all, she pinched two locks of hair and put them on her lips.

"Hey, why is the door closed?"

"I do not know either……"

Chen Ying and Feng Ziqiu's voices came from behind, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning. Gu Yuan immediately turned his head and cast a look for help, revealing Feng Ziqiu's eyebrows and eyes in the crack of the wooden door, but then It was a "pop".

The door that opened a crack closed instantly.

despair.

"Come on, let's do it, I've already caught it with nothing."

I really don't know where these two guys got the rope...

"You have a good idea, even if you want to kill, you have to wait until you settle the matter."

"Let's talk about it!"

Liu Qingsi patted her right hand on the table, and Qi Yu followed suit.

"Why are you joining in the fun? We're all working together. It's fine if Qing Si is the president scolding me here. What does it have to do with you?"

"Hmph, guilty person, just shut up."

As Qi Yu said, he grabbed Duras's novel "The Lover" which was on the side of the table, and hit Gu Yuan's head lightly.

"...!"

The book slid down along the tip of her hair, and landed firmly on Gu Yuan's thigh.

"Don't hit him on the head, he's already stupid enough, don't beat him completely."

"...I said...forget it..."

Gu Yuan let out a long sigh, he had to bow his head under the eaves, his hands were tied, it was true that there was no room for resistance at all, and he was indeed wronged.

"Almost, I'll let you go." Qing Si smiled, walked over to untie the rope for him, and asked him, "Tell me, how should this matter be resolved, no matter what, there must be a way, right?"

"Maybe, is there a possibility to print another manuscript? I know that the manuscripts to be printed have already been reviewed, but after all, Chen Ge is... right? Maybe there is a way...?" Gu Yuan said while moving his wrists, "As for the manuscript fee and the increased printing cost, I will bear it all."

"You have a good idea! Those manuscripts have to be typeset, and there are also illustrations. These have already been sent to the publishing house. Because of the delay in the front, they are urgently printed. I am afraid that they are all ready now. Turn on the machine." Qi Yu said, "If we need to retypeset and print, it will cost a lot of money."

"So..." Gu Yuan couldn't help but turn pale when he heard this, "Then what should we do?"

"Ask you~"

"This……"

"Everything about the manuscript has been finalized, and reprinting is impossible, so I can only think of other ways." Qing Si put the rope around Gu Yuan's neck while talking, feeling the rough grass rubbing against his neck. Skin, the boy who was thinking couldn't help but widen his eyes immediately, the eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

"If you make a mistake, you have to solve it yourself."

"Come on, let me tell you, I feel like she's going to kill me... You don't know, that guy might have a knife with him..."

"I don't know—but, if you don't go, you might die in our hands~"

Qing Si said playfully, but gently tightened the rope in her hand.

"Don't don't...you have something to say, you have something to say..."

Gu Yuan reached out and grabbed the rope.

"Well... the time for the publications to be delivered to the school is probably around this time next week. Before that, you have to figure out a way."

"I...I know..."

"You are also responsible for the sale."

"what?!"

"Ok?"

"All right……"

"Ness!"

Gu Yuan sighed again, while Qi Yu and Liu Qingsi jumped up and clapped across the table.

(End of this chapter)