Beyond The Outline

Xu Sheng really felt that there was a boyfriend's voice in the earphones, and he was inexplicably ashamed to demonstrate to others again and again. He rarely felt embarrassed and took the initiative to rush people: "I will paint here for the time being, and you will go back to paint by yourself."

The person on the side nodded, still a little confused, and wanted to see him follow up in depth: "Don't you continue to paint?"

Xu Sheng pulled the headphone cable down and said, "My thoughts are broken."

I can't think of painting now, it's all someone.

The sketch teacher just finished the correction for a classmate, reminding him to pay attention to the structure, spend more time on the shape, and notice Xu Sheng's side: "What are you doing around Xu Sheng when you stand there? Let me see what you draw. That's it—"

The studio teacher has designed and formulated different assignments and goals for each student, and teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. This studio has excellent results in the joint examination every year, and it is precisely for this reason. Unlike other studios, everyone teaches simultaneously.

But the studio teacher also encountered a thorny problem this year: how should Xu Sheng teach.

His personal style is too strong, and everyone is still copying Fanhua, but Xu Sheng has shown an amazing uniqueness.

Xu Sheng didn't need to write a signature, he could tell at a glance.

After the people nearby left, Xu Sheng stopped to sharpen his pencil and adjust his emotions.

After sharpening the pencil to a longer length, I couldn't resist sending him a message.

-You deliberately, brother.

Opposite reply:

-what

Forget it, Xu Sheng skipped this topic: video at night.

Xu Sheng added another sentence: Kang Kai is not here. He asks for leave at night and has to go home. He won't be back until tomorrow morning.

The studio teacher does not follow them in the studio all day, and it is a semi-self-study at night. Kang Kai asked for leave after four o'clock, and Xu Sheng stayed in the studio until early in the morning before washing the palette and returning to the bedroom.

The wind was strong outside, the cold wind was bitter, and he leaped straight forward and drilled out of Xu Sheng's neck.

Although it was already this point, Xu Sheng went back and prepared to do a set of questions before going to bed. While flipping through the papers, he gave Shao Zhan a video call.

It's not that the two hadn't had a video before.

It's just that Kang Kai is there, so many things can't be said unscrupulously.

When the video is on, Kang Kai will also be added: "Actually I have a few questions to ask..."

The final result was that Shao Zhan took two by one person, and Kang Kai, a tutoring person, also had to admit: the boss on the opposite side gave him a few supplements, and his mastery of knowledge seemed to be much better than before the training.

"This feeling of being taken flying," Kang Kai said emotionally while lying on the bed at the end of a video, "Like playing a game and lying down to win, what kind of fairy life do you live in school every day?"

Xu Blooming door entered the house.

"The clothes are not pulled." When the video was switched on, Xu Sheng hadn't adjusted the angle yet, just in time to photograph his joints that were reddened by the cold wind, and the large clavicle exposed outside. On the chest, the neckline of the sweater inside was low enough.

Shao Zhan stopped the pen and said, "...do you leave a few more stamps to keep your memory long."

Xu Sheng bowed his head and said with a smile: "It's a few steps from the studio..."

Shao Zhan: "A few steps will not work."

There is heating in the room, Xu Shengzhi

Then he unzipped the zipper, took off his jacket and said, "I see."

Knowing that Shao Zhan was more busy than him during this period, Xu Sheng didn't say more—before he started the video, he thought he would have a lot to say, but when he really saw someone, his heart fell silent.

He glanced lightly past the knuckles of Shao Zhan's black ink pen, and the sharp writing on the test paper.

Shao Zhan is wearing a black sweater today, which makes the whole person so cold that there is a sense of unreality.

Xu Sheng just did two questions and looked at his boyfriend for a while. When he turned his pen and raised his eyes for the second time, he happened to bump into Shao Zhan and looked up at him. They looked at him, "..."

Xu Sheng put down the pen and peeked at each other's captured bags. The two laughed together: "Fuck."

"I'm a little tired lately, I'll look at you more,"

Shao Zhan said, "Recharge for a while."

Xu Sheng knew a little bit about this competition. Before getting to know him, he, like many people, felt that it was a matter of course for Shao Zhan to get the first place. But in the days of becoming Shao Zhan, he knew how much he paid behind his back.

After Xu Sheng finished writing a paper, he got the correct answer, and then used the answer to reverse the knowledge points that needed to be consolidated. It was already half past two in the morning after writing, his mind moved slightly, and he leaned slightly closer to the video camera: "The charge is over. ✭Fantasy Literature✭"

"If you haven't finished charging, do you want to try another way,"

Xu Sheng said, "Maybe faster."

Xu Sheng stretched out his hand, moved the video camera down, and landed on the rolled up sweater shirt. Only then did Shao Zhan realize that he was really not afraid of freezing. He wore dark black jeans on his lower body, and his legs were more slender. .

Shao Zhan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he knowingly asked: "Which way."

"such as…"

Xu Sheng grasped the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and Shao Zhan watched him lift up. The young boy's bones were thin and slender, but he always had a green feeling. He wore a belt around his waist, just like playing with him deliberately. After he lifted up, his hand slid down, and the buckle that fell on his waist made a gesture to be untied, and the end of his eyes raised: "This? "

"..."

Xu Sheng, who is really serious, can't do it.

But this kind of invisible and intangible, not responsible for the aftermath, he is especially good at it.

Xu Sheng did this, and it would be more shameful to proceed further, waiting for Shao Zhan to surrender.

However, Shao Zhan seemed to deliberately wanted to see what step he could do. Xu Sheng's lower limit became lower, so he really continued. Three seconds later, Shao Zhan hung up the video.

Boyfriend: You wait.

Xu Sheng had no conscience, let go of his hand, the hem of his clothes hung down to cover all the scenery, and he held his chin and smiled for a while.

After that, I practiced day and night.

The end of the competition was a weekend. Coincidentally, Xu Sheng Studio also conducted a mock test at the final stage. This mock test not only included sketching, sketching, and color, but also included the content of the school test.

The content of the school exam occupies the bulk, and the joint exam is the foundation and important, but it is not difficult for them. There are many "creative design" type examination questions in the school exam, and the difficulty is far higher than that of the joint exam.

Xu Sheng's standing in the studio is also because he not only has a strong foundation, but also has a stronger sense of design than others.

After the exam is over, the teachers need to go back to the office to grade, and after collecting the papers, some people lie at the window and shout: "It's snowing—"

This is the first snow this winter.

"Look, it's snowing."

Return bus

With the sixth high school competition student uploaded, Shao Zhan was originally sitting in the back row and was awakened by the voice. He turned his head and saw through the glass window the fine snowflakes falling down like fluff, which quickly turned into The invisible water stains.

He looked at it for a while, and then saw the picture sent by Xu Sheng.

S: [Picture]

S: It's snowing.

The angle of the picture is very special. It is a sky shot from bottom to top. Xu Sheng should have reached out his hand outside the window to take the picture.

Although not together, but at the same time saw the same snow.

Shao Zhan suddenly wanted to see him facing this photo.

Now, immediately.

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-Are you in the studio now?

Xu Sheng sat back in his position after taking the photo, stepped on the beam and said: eh.

-what's happenin?

-I just finished the exam, and I am now studying on my own. Today, I still have a color plus five sketch homework to draw.

After the exams, the art studio was very noisy. These art candidates may also be using this method to relieve pressure. The teacher did not draw much homework, and there was no less chatting.

The topic quickly turned to Xu Sheng: "Xu Shen, which school do you come from, Liyang? I have indeed heard that Liyang has a particularly good person this year. The principal of Liyang said last year that he was number one in the entrance exam this year. It must be in their school."

Xu Sheng put tape around the drawing paper and said, "No."

"I am from Linjiang."

"..."

Linjiang Sixth Middle School?

The person who asked this was dumbfounded.

The two terms of Fine Arts and Linjiang Sixth Middle School shouldn't be linked together! Have you ever had an art student in Linjiang?

The whole studio was shocked, and in the end I could only sigh with emotion: "Study, learn to be a master."

Xu Sheng had no face to recognize this sentence.

This is really not.

After the exam, they have one hour off to eat.

When Xu Sheng returned from eating, the rest time was not halfway past. There were not many people in the studio. He planned to paint the color homework left by the teacher.

After the test, the color palette was already full of colors, and the remaining paint on it was already dry. Xu Sheng lowered his head and carefully added paint to the paint box, planning to go out to wash the palette after adding it.

He doesn't like to wash the color palette. The paint is hard to wash after it dries, and the water is cold in winter—washing the color palette is a chore.

After Xu Sheng finished adding one, he closed the lid and took another can of color from the side to add paint to the paint box. Halfway through, the phone vibrated a few times.

-I ordered a takeaway for you. Go out and pick it up.

-? I have eaten bro.

But even if he had eaten, he couldn't return it once it was delivered here. It was snowing outside, and Xu Sheng still put on his coat and walked to the studio door because he was afraid that the deliveryman would wait too long.

The studio was on the second floor, and the light on the promenade was dim. Halfway through, he remembered what Shao Zhan had told him in the video last time, so he raised his hand to zip up his jacket and pulled up the hat behind his clothes by the way.

However, as soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he was dragged by a hand.

Only then did he realize that he was leaning on a person in the corner on the side, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in his arms. There was a more real voice in his ear than in the audio, and the similar voice said: "...Student Xu Sheng, it's dinner. ."

Shao Zhan lowered his head to check his

The clothes, saw that he ran out before the zipper was half pulled this time, so he kissed him on the lips: "Reward."

It was still snowing outside, and the snow was much bigger than it was when it just fell. Shao Zhan felt a chill, and Xu Sheng's fingers on his arm touched a bit of cold snow.

It's the meal, no one in the corridor.

Xu Sheng: "Why are you here?"

"The contest is over,"

Shao Zhan said, "Director Gu gave the contestants a day off."

Xu Sheng didn't get over until Shao Zhan followed him back to the studio.

When Shao Zhan entered, the early classmates in the studio got stuck in the middle of chatting: "..."

"And then, what happened then?"

"I forgot,"

That classmate said, "I was so handsome that my brain was completely blank. Is Xu Shen's friend who just came in?"

The back row seats are spacious, and Shao Zhan sits in the empty space next to Xu Sheng and looks at this studio for the first time—it is similar to the Kangjia studio he has visited before. Fan pictures are pasted on the wall and structural explanations are written on the blackboard. , The light source and basic color wheel are explained on the right.

"Four hours of self-study in the evening, if you feel bored, you can go to the dormitory and wait,"

Xu Sheng said that after finishing the paint box, he had to face the paint tray on the side. He tucked his hands in his sleeves, and only half of it was exposed when he shoveled the paint. "I'm going to wash it..." He lowered the paint tray.

Shao Zhan took the paint tray in front of him first. How could he have been a person who "Xu Sheng" spent an hour in the Kangkai's studio, knowing that he had to change the water in the bucket: "My hands are shrinking like this, I'll go wash."

Xu Sheng put the dirty sponge next to him on the paint tray and gave it to him without hesitation: "And this one."

After Xu Sheng finished the operation, there was no psychological burden at all. After speaking, he said unscrupulously, "Thank you, brother."

His voice was not loud, but he couldn't hold back other people listening with their ears upright.

In their studio, one Xu Sheng was shocking enough. Sometimes people from other studios came to see it specially during the break. Now there is one more, and the visual effect is doubled.

Oh, it turned out to be brother.

The other students who followed silently got the conclusion and turned their heads back, and said to their hearts: Are other people's elder brothers so good?

In the winter, I was willing to help wash the palette.

This is what a peerless brother.