Department of Painting Shenhao

[The system’s first grade examination begins, the questions and rules are as follows.]

Youth is a beautiful musical score, using its happy notes to compose a cheerful song of life; youth is a beautiful brush, using its colorful paints to depict the blueprint of life.

[Create a painting with the theme of ‘Youth’]

[There is no time limit for the first exam.]

[Choose a creative method: such as gouache painting, oil painting, ink painting, comics, blindfold painting, spray painting...etc.]

Blindfold painting is when the "master" blindfolds his eyes and draws on the paper with a "yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah" movement of the brush.

Squirt painting is that kind of "master" on the Internet who fills a mineral water bottle with ink, pokes a hole, roars "Yeah, yeah, yeah...", stamps his foot, squeezes the bottle hard, and the ink splashes onto the drawing paper.

Absolutely.

"I have low intelligence and am not as innovative as the master, so I'd better choose to be conservative and choose oil paintings."

Oil painting is Lin Xian's strength.

When he was a child, his parents went to Europe on their honeymoon to see Van Gogh's paintings, and they made up their minds, "Whether they have a son or a daughter in the future, they will learn oil painting."

At that time, Lin Xian's father touched his wallet and was so frightened that it was hundreds of times more difficult to train a painter than to train a photographer.

So Lin Xian got into painting at a very young age. The focus was on cultivating oil painting. He took all kinds of painting classes. Lin's father insisted on getting up early for the "10,000 yuan registration fee for the sprint class" and the "enhanced version 1.5 registration fee".

make money.

Fortunately, Lin's father could make money by working in the financial field, but most of the family's money was spent on training Lin Xian.

Not to mention that tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of training fees a year are spent on his son Lin Xian.

Fortunately, Lin Xian is talented in art, and with professional training, he has become a talent.

During the second semester of high school, his parents... were sad, so let’s not mention it.

In a word: painting is not something ordinary families can afford.

After Lin Xian's parents passed away, Lin Xian rarely played with oil painting.

First, oil painting is a slow and meticulous job. What matters is precision and layering. If you can't rush it, it depends on the size of the canvas and what you are painting. It can take as fast as one or two days, or as slow as four or five days.

Second, time is money. Lin Xian has to make money to support himself so that he can have money to buy paints for painting.

Third, paints are really expensive. Domestic paints and imported paints are sold online, and many of the paints are not authentic and may differ from the color you want.

Now that the system exam has been upgraded, Lin Xian plans to use his own strengths to deal with it.

[After passing the exam, the unit price of income will be upgraded, and the level of oil painting will also be upgraded. 】

In the studio of the French palace interior of the villa of the Republic of China, you can see the owner's oil painting collection and the oil paintings painted by the owner everywhere.

The owner of the house is an oil painting enthusiast and is currently immigrating abroad. This villa has a doorman and regular cleaning. Although it is listed on the B&B website, it is only open to guests who are engaged in painting. The owner is not short of money and is looking for people who understand painting.

The bole he collected.

"youth?"

In the studio, Lin Xian was sitting on a stool, wearing an apron, holding a palette in one hand and a pen in the other. In front of him was a pure white canvas. Lin Xian looked out through the solemn and elegant European-style windows at the Oriental Pearl Tower under the blue sky and white clouds.

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“How to draw youth?”

This topic may be very touching and inspiring for middle-aged people who have lost their youth, but Lin Xian is eighteen years old and he is still in his youth, so this topic will not occur to him for a moment.

Listening to songs without inspiration, Lin Xian put on his headphones, played music, closed his eyes and thought about the topic, a familiar melody sounded in the headphones...

Which room in the classroom was that day that I skipped class for you?

Why can't I see it on a rainy day?

The disappeared rainy day, I really want to get wet again?

…

"Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time..."

Magic City Conservatory of Music.

Lu Qingxia, who was wearing a pink tube top Hanfu dress made in the Tang Dynasty, hummed "Sunny Day", her toes under the long skirt stepped to the rhythm of the melody, and her face was filled with happiness.

Some students around looked at this lady in Hanfu with complicated eyes.

The Hanfu girl Gu Qingxia is very famous in school, and many male classmates like her. Who doesn't like such a perfect Hanfu girl? As many male students like her, as many female students dislike her.

It's not important, I don't care, I only care about 'he'.

"hehe……"

Gu Qingxia had some fun and raised her phone at a 45° angle to take a selfie. Her whole body exuded the 'sour smell of love'. She looked at her phone again to see if 'he' had sent her a WeChat message.

"Oh——"

Next to her, Gu Qingxia crossed her arms and kept squinting at Gu Qingxia's current state with disgust. She rolled her eyes and was speechless. Gu Qingxia, this woman, was under the influence of Lin Xian.

"Ouch--"

"Pfft——, hahaha, you deserve it."

"you--"

Lu Qingxia was so intoxicated that she didn't look at the road and hit her head on a telephone pole. Xing Qina patted her long legs in black stockings and cheered.

"Stinky telecommunications pole, ah... it hurts..."

Gu Qingxia raised her leg and kicked her, causing her to stutter in pain.

"Gu Qingxia, you also said that you are not in love. Women in love have zero IQ. You kicking the telephone pole with your foot is a sign of zero IQ. Admit it, the relationship between you and Lin Xian's sister and brother has not simply deteriorated!"

"No, we are just siblings."

"It just changed. You fell in love with that younger brother who can draw and flirt with your sister."

"Ah (crazy) you are still talking nonsense, I will hit you, don't run away..."

Youth campus, the sun is shining brightly, and the years are quiet.

The "angry" girl in Hanfu swung her skirt and chased Xing Qina in front of her.

It is the most beautiful scenery of youth.

…

Xing Qina rushed into the girls' dormitory building, ran to the fourth floor, and pushed open the door of 404 with a bang. In a panic, she grabbed Nami Yui's ominous sign and threw it at Lu Qingxia who ran in.

"Damn it! Where is my bad omen? Xing Qina, crawl away."

Nami Yui dared to put her hands behind her back to button her breasts, but Xing Qina used them as weapons. In a panic, she grabbed a T-shirt and put it on. When she turned around and saw Lu Qingxia coming back, Nami Yui immediately broke into a bright smile.

, opened his arms, "Qingxiazi, you are back."

Trembling, he ran up and hugged Gu Qingxia.

"Qing Xia is Qing Xia, why don't you come to Qing Xia Zi? I'm not one of your people."

"嘤嘤嘤."

Nami Yui hugged Gu Qingxia and lied with her head in her arms.

"Hey, Hatano-san, that's enough."

Gu Qingxia pushed her away in disgust.

"Oh——, you still push me away in disgust?" Nami Yui pushed Gu Qingxia to the corner, blocking the way, and interrogated: "What happened between you and that artist? You still dare to resist, Qina, Wan Yu, come here quickly

, The interrogation must produce a result today!”

"Lu Qingxia is so hateful. She was the one who named the group [who is single and who is a dog]. She really wants to be a little bitch, right?"

Jiang Wanyu was wearing a T-shirt in a smaller size and tight shorts in a smaller size. When he got off the bed, he looked very fleshy and had a really great figure.

Xing Qina had just taken off half of her black stockings, but she didn't take them off anymore and rushed forward. Three girlfriends with different styles surrounded Lu Qingxia in the corner.

Nami Yui held the rope: "Say."

Xing Qina held the whip: "You won't tell me, right?"

Jiang Wanyu lit the candle: "I'm serious about it."