The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 602
He sits in the sunset.

The silhouette is slender, and the shirt is clear.

The slender fingers held the pencil casually, like an elegant young conductor holding a baton.

The paintbrush follows his thoughts, follows his gaze, and draws freely on the white paper.

These strokes are sunshine.

These strokes are windows.

These pens are tables.

These pens are the drawing board and drawing paper.

The boundary line between light and dark extends on the discarded drawing paper on the ground, giving off a quiet and inexplicably decadent taste.

Under the rustling pen of the young man, time and the sunset seem to have a texture.

Under the fluffy and soft black hair, those amber eyes looked at the drawing paper, focused to tenderness.

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Shen Pianlu stayed in front of the camera, her mouth involuntarily opened into an O shape.

The director looked at the close-up on the drawing paper in another shot, and couldn't help showing joy.

Even the assistant couldn't help but say,

"This is much better than the stand-in we prepared before."

The director nodded repeatedly, and continued to look at the camera, reluctant to move his eyes away even for a second.

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Filming continues.

In just a few minutes, the studio under the setting sun appeared vividly on the paper. Even compared to the reality, the simple gray lines on the paper made people feel an indescribable sense of emptiness.

It is empty, but it hides complex and obscure emotions.

Just when the boy was about to add the last few strokes to the painting, there was a sudden knock on the door.

As if suddenly awakened from a quiet world, the boy stood up abruptly, and he couldn't care if the pencil fell to the ground.

He was about to rush out immediately.

However, within two steps, just as he entered the bedroom and half-closed the door, a woman's stern voice sounded after the door opened,

"Why is the studio door open? Wen Lueyan! Come out for me!"

Behind the bedroom door, the boy held the doorknob and closed his eyes and exhaled, his irritability flashed past.

But soon he got his emotions together and walked out, facing the beautiful woman's stern eyes with a blank expression,
"It took a few minutes to draw."

"Can't you memorize a few more words in these few minutes! Isn't it enough for you to review the dictation of poems! Isn't it enough for you to review the physics formula! These few minutes can be used to improve your own test scores, but you Don't waste it on painting! Don't you deserve the hard work of me and your dad who have provided you with education and sent you to cram school for so many years!"

The young man lowered his head silently, the black shadow fell on his face and his expression could not be seen clearly, only the stiff line from the tight jawline could be seen.

"I think you are dying!"

The woman frowned while saying this, and walked over to close the door of the studio,
"From today onwards, I will lock the studio! You can never take another step before the college entrance examination!"

The young man turned his head slightly, the quiet setting sun and the unfinished drawing paper fluctuated slightly in the wind of closing the door, and then he was mercilessly locked behind the door.

The line of sight was blocked, and the afterglow faded away, leaving only numbness in his amber pupils.

As if he was too lazy to say a word, he turned and walked into his bedroom, sat down at the desk full of books and test papers, opened his schoolbag, and took out more blank test papers.

The clock on the wall was ticking.

Time has become dull.

He was completely buried in those endless exercises.

And the sound of cooking began to come from the kitchen.

In another half an hour, his father will arrive home, and his mother will discuss today's matter with him, and then the two will express serious criticism to him at the dinner table, and the old-fashioned things will be discussed again. It was read out.

After dinner, he would dive into the sea of ​​questions again, and his parents would be careful not to disturb him, even the sound of footsteps.

He has lived such a repetitive and dull life for a long time.

(End of this chapter)