Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

8am on Sunday.

Jiang Zhe saw Luan Yuhui standing on the roadside from a distance.

He drove the vehicle, slowly approached, slowed down, and stopped.

He rolled down the car window and said hello to Luan Yuhui.

Luan Yuhui stood gracefully on the side of the road, her temperament very different from that of the passers-by.

When she sat in the back seat, Jiang Zhe turned around and said, "Teacher Luan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Teacher Luan responded with a smile: "I came here a little early to wait for you, but I didn't expect that you were here early too."

Her hair was combed very neatly, she wore earrings, had light makeup on her face, and was carrying a handbag in her hand. Jiang Zhe guessed that it must be a dance costume.

"Is your studio far from here?"

Jiang Zhe said, "Not far. When I bought the studio, I considered that it should not be too far from the school. When I didn't have a car, I could walk."

After he started the car, Mr. Luan asked, "You are so good at drawing, have you been learning to draw since you were a child?"

Jiang Zhe replied: "Not really. I started learning formally in high school. I didn't take any interest classes in elementary and junior high school." He spoke the truth. Now, there was no need to flatter himself.

"I started learning painting just to have the opportunity to go to college. Later, I gradually became interested in it and really took it as the direction of my research."

"I heard that you can live a good life by selling your paintings." Luan Yuhui stared at Jiang Zhe with interest.

Jiang Zhe replied: "I can only say that I was lucky. I had the help of a few friends to get this opportunity."

"Your parents must really love you, right?"

Jiang Zhe didn't know why Luan Yuhui suddenly asked about this topic, so he said, "Before I went to college, my family's conditions were not very good, but my parents did their best to support my studies."

"I can tell." Luan Yuhui said this out of emotion. She felt that Jiang Zhe had a calm personality, had achieved success, and was not arrogant. He must have come from a relatively harmonious family.

Since the studio was not too far from the school, the two chatted for a while and the car had already entered the community where the studio was located.

Jiang Zhe invited Luan Yuhui into the studio. "Teacher Luan, please take a rest first."

He was busy taking out the prepared refreshments.

"Jiang Zhe, I've had breakfast, don't bother with me anymore."

"Look, I drew several sketches. Which one do you think is better? You can use them as a reference." Jiang Zhe pointed to several sketches on the workbench.

These were not the ones he had painted privately, but several other drafts.

The content is the moment when Luan Yuhui is dancing.

Jiang Zhe added subjective imagination into it.

For example, in the paintings, Luan Yuhui is barefoot on the stage, and many details, including her clothes, are his guesses.

Luan Yuhui looked at a few sketches, her heartbeat quickening, and looked up at Jiang Zhe. "These are all good drawings, but the movements are a little problematic."

Jiang Zhe placed the prepared tea and fruit on the table, and then turned up the air conditioner temperature a little.

"Teacher, regarding these details, since I don't know much about dance, I need your professional guidance."

Luan Yuhui said: "The movements you drew should be guessed based on the movements of Yuan Xiaohan and others. My dancing movements are slightly different from theirs."

She pointed out a few key points, and when she found that Jiang Zhe didn't understand, she had to say, "It seems that I really have to demonstrate it to you today."

Jiang Zhe's eyes immediately changed from confusion to brightness.

“The students are lucky.”

Luan Yuhui immediately performed several movements and pointed out the specific mistakes in Jiang Zhe's draft, and that a certain movement was the most critical part of the dance.

Jiang Zhe listened and took notes.

Luan Yuhui became more and more interested as she spoke.

"Find a suitable position and I will demonstrate it completely."

Jiang Zhe had already cleared out a piece of space and found a clean yoga mat.

"Teacher, do you want to take a break first?"

"Right now is the time when we are full of energy."

Teacher Luan looked at the position and said, "I'll change my clothes."

Jiang Zhe hurriedly opened the study and bedroom.

Teacher Luan took a look and chose to change clothes in the study.

Jiang Zhe closed the door, began to prepare tools, and then waited for Teacher Luan.

Soon, he heard the sound of the door opening. Jiang Zhe turned around and his eyes lit up.

Luan Yuhui, wearing a dark training suit, walked out of the study slowly.

The clothes, which were easy to exercise in, brought out her figure very clearly.

She had her hair tied up, removed her jewelry, and put on training shoes. She looked pure and mature, light and lazy, almost at the same time, blending very naturally.

Luan Yuhui saw Jiang Zhe's gaze and felt shy. She said calmly, "I haven't been on stage for a while. This training suit is also an old style and a little old. Don't laugh at me."

Jiang Zhe said: "You are too polite. Your choice must be professional enough."

Luan Yuhui walked gently onto the mat and did some warm-up exercises. She stretched her muscles and said, "Jiang Zhe, in your painting, the actors don't wear dance shoes. First, it's not very professional. Also, because they dance all the time, the dancers' feet are not very good-looking. The image in your painting is too perfect."

Jiang Zhe explained: "This is my own imagination. It was for the needs of the picture. Well, mainly because I haven't seen it before."

When Luan Yuhui saw Jiang Zhe talking while looking at her...she suddenly felt a little shy.

I don't know how we ended up talking about this topic. From what he said, he wanted to take a look, but how could that be possible? That would be like asking for trouble...

She stopped thinking about it. Jiang Zhe really wanted to take a look, but unfortunately, Teacher Luan stopped the topic.

He watched Luan Yuhui move around and asked, "Teacher, do you want to play some music?"

Luan Yuhui mentioned several accompaniment songs.

Jiang Zhe actually has a piece here. "Teacher, this piece of music is not a professional accompaniment piece. Please bear with it for a while."

He started playing on the stereo.

Luan Yuhui followed the rhythm, and after trying it out, he said to Jiang Zhe, "Shall we start?"

Jiang Zhe nodded, played the song again, and then looked at Luan Yuhui quietly.

Luan Yuhui danced slowly to the music.

At the beginning, she was not used to the environment, but the music and familiar dance made her quickly find the feeling and gradually enter a state of ecstasy.

Jiang Zhe initially admired Luan Yuhui's beauty and movements, but was soon infected by her dedication and aroused the mood to create.

After he keenly captured the rhythm and beauty of the dance, he began to write.

Luan Yuhui danced folk dance.

After the dance, Jiang Zhe had just drawn a few sketches and was immersed in the emotions of appreciation and expression.

"Teacher, please take a rest and drink some water."

Jiang Zhe talked as he painted.

"You don't have to worry about me." Luan Yuhui relaxed and calmed her breathing while watching Jiang Zhe paint.

She found that Jiang Zhe was very devoted to painting. His brushwork was simple, but he was able to clearly express the dynamics and characteristics of the characters.

She didn't know how to paint, but when she saw the lines and renderings in Jiang Zhe's paintings, she could feel an unspeakable beauty.

Luan Yuhui secretly admired him, and after a good rest, she danced again. At this time, she had gradually forgotten her shyness in front of the students dancing.

Jiang Zhe observed and adjusted his painting.

He recorded the beautiful moments he captured in several sketches, and if he made a new discovery, he would draw another action.

On a large piece of drawing paper, several figures' dance movements appeared one after another.

The music stops.

Luan Yuhui relaxed, slowly moved her limbs, then picked up the wet towel prepared by Jiang Zhe to wipe the sweat off her face.

The towel was still warm and felt very comfortable.

After dancing several dances in a row, she lamented that she was no longer in the same state as she was at 20 years old.

She found some traces of makeup on the clean white towel, so she went to the bathroom to wash it.

Jiang Zhe felt that the existing materials were enough, so he said, "Teacher, the materials are enough, you can wash up."

He found new toiletries. "It's so uncomfortable to be sweating all over."

When Luan Yuhui saw the bath towel and other supplies, she hesitated for a moment, then felt really uncomfortable, so she picked up her toiletries and clothes and went into the bathroom.

At this time, Jiang Zhe had no time to think about other things. He was just about to use his full momentum to complete the work in his hands.

He added details to the face, hands, clothes, etc. on the sketch, and then used colored powder to make simple renderings.

The noise from the bathroom did not distract him.

Soon, Teacher Luan finished washing up.

Jiang Zhe looked up and saw that her hair was wet, so he said, "Teacher, there is a hair dryer in the bathroom, you can blow dry your hair first."

"Don't worry about me, just draw your own picture." Luan Yuhui was in a hurry to wash up and didn't pay attention to some things. She went back into the bathroom.

Jiang Zhe continued to paint until he had completed several relatively complete drafts, and then he relaxed.

When I came out of the kitchen after washing my hands, I saw Luan Yuhui walking out of the bathroom. She had already changed into the long clothes she wore when she came in, and her hair had been blow-dried.

Because the light makeup has been removed, there is a natural and undecorated feeling at this time.

"Thank you, teacher."

Jiang Zhe changed the tea.

After exercising and washing up, Luan Yuhui relaxed, sat down at the table, and began to sip water and taste fruit.

Jiang Zhe also sat down and asked, "Teacher, what do you think of these drafts?"

Luan Yuhui looked at several sketches of different actions one by one, pointed to one and said, "This one is the best, it shows the dynamics of the jump. It is difficult to accurately capture this moment with photography."

Jiang Zhe said, "Okay. I'll draw you an oil painting based on this sketch. What size do you want?"

Luan Yuhui said: "Your oil painting is too expensive. I can't afford it."

Jiang Zhe said, "This painting is a gift from me to you. But first, I cannot sign the work because I have an agreement with the gallery."

"May I?"

"Sure, what size would you like?"

Teacher Luan thought for a moment and said, "I want to keep it as a personal collection and look at it by myself, so don't make it too big."

Jiang Zhe found a few painting frames and introduced their sizes: "If it is just for personal collection, it is recommended that it should not exceed 50×60 cm. You can choose it yourself."

Teacher Luan finally chose a 30×40cm frame. She gave a suggestion: "When you draw clothes, don't make them too transparent."

(End of this chapter)