Department of Painting Shenhao

In midsummer in July, the heat is unbearable.

Qin City, Laocheng West Road.

The bright sun shines through the whirling woods and shines on the old mottled and peeling red brick wall.

A girl in JK uniform wore knee-high white socks, put her hands on her knees, squatted slightly by the city wall, looking pryingly at the front, her pupils full of surprise as she looked at the little brother squatting at the foot of the wall in front of her.

With his back to the crowds coming and going on the street, his forehead was sweating and he was shaking his right hand rapidly.

His name was Lin Xian, and the hand holding the brush was dipped in acrylic paint, and he was painting on the base of the wall.

The painting shows a Tom cat holding a frying pan high, as if waiting for Jerry the mouse to run out from around the corner.

A mobile phone placed on the ground is recording the painting process.

"Wow...little brother, you draw very well."

A handsome young brother who can draw is enough to make JK girls admire him.

As an art student, Lin Xian always gets curious passers-by looking at him for a while every time he paints outdoors. He has gotten used to it and continues to concentrate on his creation.

"Brother, are you a student of Qin City Art School and are you sketching outside?"

The girl's voice was very sweet, accompanied by the faint smell of jasmine perfume.

Qin City Art School is the number one art school in the province.

When talking about Qin Yi, Lin Xian smiled proudly and said: "I have just been admitted to Qin Yi, and I am not a formal student yet. And now during the summer vacation, I can't talk about sketching. I just pass by and get inspiration when I see the corner, and I draw casually.

One painting.”

Creating requires inspiration. Once the inspiration comes, you want to draw it.

The Tom Cat at the base of the old fence will not be easily discovered. If someone stops and accidentally spots Tom Cat holding a pan in the corner, it will be a little surprise.

A Wuling drove by and stirred up a heat wave. The girl said "Yeah", her long legs in over-the-knee white stockings were closed into an 'X', her delicately manicured hands pressed down on her pleated skirt, biting her pink red lips, and stamped her feet in embarrassment.

Stomp your feet.

The mobile phone set up on the ground to record the painting process rang.

Lin Xian paused the recording, answered the phone, and clamped it around his neck.

"Hello, Uncle Li."

Continue to dip the paint brush on the paint plate on the ground and color Tom Cat little by little.

Uncle Li's smoky voice came over the phone: "I have a comrade from Sunshine Village who has built a new small western-style building. He came to my house a few days ago and saw the beautiful paintings on the walls of my courtyard. He also wanted to

Draw one, and I will recommend you to do it for him. You can negotiate the price yourself. I will not participate. I will send you a WeChat message over the phone."

"Thank you, Uncle Li."

"Don't be polite, do a good job, and I will recommend you other clients in the future."

"Um."

"Let's do this for now. I still have things to do. I'll come to my uncle's place for dinner when I have time, you know?"

"I understand, uncle."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xian received a customer call from Uncle Li. He was not in a hurry to call, but continued to draw Tom Cat.

"Brother, you are still outside taking pictures. If you can, can you paint a picture for me? I will pay you."

"Okay, what kind of painting do you want to draw?"

As soon as Lin Xian was told about paid painting, he became interested.

Without him, he would be an orphan.

If you don’t make money, you will starve to death.

Fortunately, his parents taught him the skill of painting since he was a child, so that he would not starve to death after his parents passed away.

"Hmm..." the jk girl thought for a while, "I haven't thought of what to draw yet. How about I add you on WeChat first and then contact you when I think about it, okay?"

"Okay, you can scan me."

"Okay, I've added you." The girl took out a bottle of 'Mixue Bingcheng' from her bag and stuffed it into Lin Xian's hand, "Bye, I'll contact you."

The art mall will open after the first painting proceeds.

'Art originates from life, is higher than life, and ultimately returns to life.'

Why does art finally return to life?

Because art becomes reality.