Zhou Jiaojiao's eyes became wider and wider, and she said, "Damn, are you possessed by a ghost?!"

She went out with a shout and pulled the eyes of the rest of the studio over.

Huang Dan got a line draft, and there were more than ten people behind him.

The courses in the lower grades are compact, and the time to draw is irregular. Sometimes there are not many people in the studio, and these ten are all today.

Huang Dan's forehead was slightly pulled, but the speed of the line did not decrease.

Lin Mao was the most shocked. No one knew better than him. His roommate could copy the teacher's paintings in his shared house. What's going on now?

"Are you Shu Ran? You can't be possessed by a ghost, right?"

His words caused laughter from others, and they all knew it was a joke, possessed by a ghost? You must have a ghost first.

Chen Liang narrowed his eyes, "I can't tell that Shu Ran is so powerful."

Xia Wei pursed her lips with lipstick and laughed, "No, I drew me last night like a coal miner. Now I'm so awesome, even better than Liangliang."

Chen Liang's eyebrows frowned.

I don’t know if it’s Xia Wei’s name, or if I care about others surpassing me.

Teacher Zhang entered the studio, "What are you doing around Zhang Shuran? No need to draw?"

Lin Mao laughed, "Teacher Zhang, come and see."

Yellow List, “…”

Teacher Zhang exclaimed, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He patted Huang Dan with encouragement, "It has made great progress."

"Okay, I'm surrounded. Hurry up and draw your own. Look at your own paintings, then look at Shu Ran's. Think about the difference, how he drew it, and why did he draw it like that."

There were noises like moving stools and kicking easels in the studio, which were connected together.

There were a few people talking about it.

"It's impossible for Chen Liang to understand those reasons. I think he paints based on his feelings, and he will soon get worse and worse. I've seen more and more people."

"I also know one. I drew the ox before the exam, but you guess what, even the unified examination in the province did not reach the passing line."

"Zhang Shuran really thought it through thoroughly. Look, he will definitely be the first place in the next exam."

Chen Liang drew with his back to them, and could not see clearly what expression was on his face.

Outside the west gate of the school is a deep alley. No matter which alley you enter, there is a road to walk. There are college students, couples, brothers, and free and play whatever they want.

There are also some social workers at the bottom who have opened studios and have more high school students who come to rent houses.

At noon, Huang Dan and Lin Mao went back to cook for food. Chen Liang lived next to them. The room was smaller. They all placed a stove in the middle, and a pot was placed on it. They threw the dishes in like a hodgepodge and ate directly to the pot.

Very casual.

Huang Dan felt that the smell in the room made him dizzy, so he went to open the window.

Lin Mao asked Huang Dan to hold the pot up. He quickly picked up a new coal ball with tongs and replaced the burned ones in the stove. "What are you doing when you open the window? It's so cold."

Huang Shan said, "Worried about poisoning."

Lin Mao disagreed, "Poisoned? Tell you, don't you just burn a small stove?"

Huang Dan didn't say anything more.

After lunch, Lin Mao went to Chen Liang to play. Huang Dan brushed the pots and bowls, sat on the chair and looked at the small house in a daze.

Two boys sleep in a bed of 1.5 meters. There is a fight at night. Whoever takes up a big position first and then wants to compete for some space from him later. It is very difficult. You have to move your feet.

The original owner is often no different from a gecko, and he is all against the wall.

Huang Dan was wondering whether to change roommates or houses.

He sneezes, and the weather passed by was October, which was good, and it was finally no longer hot summer.

Lin Mao's laughter came from next door, and I don't know what he was saying to Chen Liang.

Huang Shan couldn't get in, after all, it was not from the same school.

Draw gouache in the afternoon.

Huang Dan moved the easel to the corner and planned to copy it.

Coincidentally, Chen Liang also did the same thing as him, found a painting and put it in a clip, and took the bucket out to wash the palette and brush.

Huang Dan showed off his skills in the morning, and in the afternoon, someone looked at him, wanting to see if his gouache is like sketching, making magical progress.

Lin Mao and Zhou Jiaojiao tacitly occupy two positions, one left and one right respectively.

Huang Dan said, "I'm copying."

Lin Mao had headphones stuffed in his ears, "You are here."

Zhou Jiaojiao is painting an apple, and the color is full of burnt. Her father is not there, otherwise she will definitely go to see the teacher.

With two big speakers, Huang Dan once again became the focus of the studio. He thought to himself that others just thought it was fresh and it would be better in two days.

Huang Dan didn't leave at night. Not only did he not leave, he also called Lin Mao, and Lin Mao called Chen Liang.

After three boys painted in the studio for a while, Zhou Jiaojiao and her father came over, and the last one was Xia Wei.

"You are all here."

Xia Wei walked to Chen Liang and said, "I went to your place to find you. I found that your room was not on, so I knew you were staying in the studio."

Chen Liang was sharpening the pencil, "Is there anything wrong?"

Xia Wei said, "He will come here tomorrow."

Chen Liang said, "Come on, come, and we still need to kneel three times and kowtow nine times to greet us?"

Xia Wei twisted his thin eyebrows, "Chen Liang, why are you doing so sarcastic? He is just here to visit relatives and will not go to the studio to draw, so he cannot threaten your status."

Chen Liang's wrist trembled and the pencil core was broken.

The atmosphere in the studio was very bad, and Lin Mao was lazy to join in the fun.

Huang Dan didn't understand the situation and wanted to get some information, but he didn't know how to speak.

It was Zhou's father who came out to ease the atmosphere.

Just like last night, several people drew lots. The model was Lin Mao. He was very irresponsible. He had nails on the chair. He moved after a while and changed his posture. Those who didn't know thought Huang Dan and the others were drawing sketches.

When some people draw heads, no matter who the model is, men, women, and young, they are carved from the same mold, such as Zhou Jiaojiao.

There are also amazing people who look like themselves when they paint, such as Xia Wei.

Huang Dan saw her holding the pencil in front of her eyes and measuring Lin Mao’s three or five eyes, but the proportions of the drawings were still wrong.

After three hours, Lin Mao couldn't hold on anymore and couldn't get up in the chair. He said it was so damn tiring to be a model, and he said no wonder the teacher asked us to recruit people in school.

Lin Mao fell asleep in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was the only one left in the studio. He cursed, "Why are you leaving? You still want to shout, "It's so fucking..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Lin Mao turned around, "Who is behind? Shu Ran? Chen Liang? Jiaojiao? Xiao Wei?"

He shouted everyone, and there was only his own voice in the studio, and his rapid breathing sounds.

Huang Dan was washing his hands outside. He immediately returned to the classroom when he heard the bang and saw Lin Mao lying on the ground, grinning in pain.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lin Mao looked at Huang Dan with his eyes as if he saw the shining Guanyin. He curled his mouth, "Shu Ran, I was scared to death just now..."

Huang Dan helped Lin Mao up and then helped him to support the easel that he knocked down, "You..."

Lin Mao's face was bright red, and at first glance it looked bloody. When he smelled the smell, he realized it was paint. He was shocked and said, "Fuck, why can't you finish it? It's so disgusting!"

Huang Dan said, "Go back and wipe it."

The studio was gloomy and he shuddered.

Lin Mao was just thinking about this and ran away immediately. He didn't care about Huang Dan behind him. He never thought about who helped him up just now.

Huang Dan frowned. He stopped when he walked to the door of the studio and looked back, but saw nothing.

The next day, Huang Dan came to the studio early, but the door was not open. He waited for a long time before waiting for Chen Liang.

"Why are you the only one, Lin Mao?"

“Still sleeping.”

Chen Liang didn't say anything, and took the key and opened the door.

Huang Dan and Chen Liang walked in side by side. They seemed to be rushing to the same thing. They read several pictures and fell into silence.
Chapter completed!