The proficiency life of rebirth

Chapter 125 The Woman in the Strongest Period (Please Subscribe!)
If it was Xu Dongjun before, he must have lacked interest in this national youth art exhibition, but now he is interested.

But whether to participate or not depends on whether the benefits are enough?

So he asked Lin Youwei: "Uncle Lin, how much is the prize money for No.1 in the National Youth Art Exhibition?"

His clear eyes were full of anticipation.

"bonus?"

Lin Youwei was startled for a moment, then understood, and said with a smile: "You don't know very well, so I don't blame you, there is no prize money in this competition."

Hearing that there was no bonus to be won, Xu Dongjun's enthusiasm immediately receded like a tide.

There is no bonus, I participate in a der?
His disappointment was written directly on his face.

Lin Youwei laughed and scolded: "Do you want to be such a philistine? Once you hear that there is no bonus, you don't want to participate. Besides, even if there is a bonus, can you guarantee that you will get it? Or are you cowardly?"

Xu Dongjun shrugged and said: "Uncle Lin, don't provoke me, it's useless. I really dare not guarantee that I can win No.1, but I just feel that I don't have much motivation. If you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse , Those leather bag companies know how to make big cakes for their employees."

Lin Youwei: "You still don't understand the significance of this art exhibition. I won't talk about big words and empty words. Let's discuss the benefits of being selected for the National Youth Art Exhibition.

Do you think your reputation will rise once your paintings enter an art exhibition?If you get a ranking, your reputation will be even better.

For something like painting to be valuable, you must be famous in addition to being good at painting.Once you are famous, it is not impossible that your paintings are hard to find. "

Xu Dongjun thought about it carefully, and it was indeed the truth.

Isn't the so-called art created by speculation?

In this business, fame is very important.

Having figured it out, he made up his mind and asked, "Uncle Lin, how do I sign up for the National Youth Art Exhibition?"

Lin Youwei nodded with a smile, secretly said in his heart, "Young children can be taught", and said: "You don't have to worry about the registration, everything is up to you, Uncle Lin. What you need to worry about now is, what kind of works will you create for submission?"

He immediately told Xu Dongjun his request to participate in the National Youth Art Exhibition.

In just one-tenth of a second, Xu Dongjun thought of something to draw, and the picture of Xu Wei cooking in an iron pan involuntarily appeared in his mind.

After choosing the subject of creation as a figure, Xu Dongjun told Lin Youwei what he wanted to paint.

Lin Youwei made a decision on the spot: "That's right. Your idea is good. Isn't the creation now about going deep into life and depicting affectionately? I believe that you will be able to draw works that will amaze everyone."

"Since Uncle Lin has said so, I might as well explode with confidence. It happens that I have a picture in my mind, and I can draw it now."

As Xu Dongjun said, he came to the balcony, picked up the paintbrush, and prepared to manifest the things in his mind.

Lin Youwei wanted to ask if this would be too urgent, but he didn't want to dampen Xu Dongjun's enthusiasm, so he said, "Okay! You draw it. I'll go and find it for you. What are the works in the National Youth Art Exhibition in previous years?"

With that said, he got up and went back to the room.When he came out again, he already had an extra tablet in his hand.He just sat on the sofa, pointing fingers on the tablet screen.

As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know whether there is any. Xu Dongjun, who has adjusted the paint, can see that his level is not low as soon as he puts down the pen. If he hadn't practiced hard since he was a child, he would never have reached this level.But who can think of it?Strictly speaking, his time to study painting was less than ten days.

Now the practice of a painting can provide Xu Dongjun with very limited proficiency, which shows that his painting level is not low, but it also impedes his improvement.

If he wants to make a big breakthrough, he must find his own style.

Then if you want to make greater progress, you have to break through the style.

The system can help Xu Dongjun learn various skills well, but if he wants to reach the top level, he still has to use his brain.

Xu Dongjun was engrossed in painting here, and Xu Qianqian left the sofa and came to Xu Dongjun's back while Lin Xiaomiao went back to the room to get things.

With her two small eyes bulging, she focused on the pattern on Xu Dongjun's drawing board.

"Sissy."

Lin Xiaomiao, who came out of the room, threw the comic book in her hand on the sofa casually, trotted to Xu Qianqian's side, and involuntarily looked at Xu Dongjun's drawing board.

After a while, Xu Dongjun's drawing board already had the prototype of the picture, the layout of light and shade, the matching of lines... just right.

"It's just a little bit better than my painting."

Lin Xiaomiao put her right hand in front of her eyes, with a gap between her thumb and index finger. Looking back, seeing Xu Qianqian was engrossed, she asked curiously, "Qiqian, do you like drawing?"

"Yes." Xu Qianqian nodded.

"That's great."

Lin Xiaomiao was very happy to find something Xu Qianqian liked, and immediately suggested: "Let's also draw."

"But……"

Xu Qianqian lowered her head and glanced at her right hand in plaster cast.

Lin Xiaomiao comforted: "It's okay. Sister Xiaomiao and you draw with your left hand. Let's see who can draw better."

Xu Qianqian thought for a while before agreeing to Lin Xiaomiao's proposal.

While the two of them were playing around, the figure on the drawing board in front of Xu Dongjun gradually took shape. The dark man was holding a spatula, sweating in the hot kitchen.

It was already an hour and a half later when the last stroke was made.

Xu Dongjun's painting speed is really amazing.

Every stroke of his painting is in the right place. After having the picture in his mind, he hardly needs to think about it. That's why he can finish the painting that others may take hours to finish in one and a half hours.

However, for the painting in front of him, Xu Dongjun always felt that something was missing, and he was not very satisfied.

But what is missing?

Xu Dongjun thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a reason.

Shaking his head, without thinking about it, he put down the paint pad and brush in his hand.And his hands were very clean, without any paint on them.

"Originally I just wanted to stay on the edge of art, but now I'm lucky enough to get right in. As soon as I got in, I discovered my shortcomings."

Xu Dongjun couldn't help complaining in his heart, and moved his slightly sore shoulders.

Hearing movement behind him, he turned his head curiously and saw Xu Qianqian and Lin Xiaomiao also painting.

Xu Dongjun slowly stood up from his seat, came behind them, and looked at the drawing board in front of them.

Lin Xiaomiao was creating on the drawing board with her left hand, drawing cartoons with a story-like nature, telling a story of a cat-dog battle.

But why is the dog inside called Lao Xu?And in the end, the dog named Lao Xu was defeated by a group of cats and turned into a slave?
This blatant metaphor made the corners of Xu Dongjun's mouth twitch violently, and he raised his hand to Lin Xiaomiao's head, without caring that this was her home.

"oops!"

As soon as her head hurt, Lin Xiaomiao, who was suddenly violently attacked, suddenly raised her head, covered her head with her right hand, and glared at Xu Dongjun, who was crossing his arms: "Stinky Xu Dongjun, why did you hit me?"

"Aren't you asking this knowingly?"

Xu Dongjun asked, pointing to the drawing board in front of her.

"whee……"

Lin Xiaomiao also noticed this, and smiled shyly, and took out the paper on the drawing board: "How is my painting? Is it very creative? You don't have to praise me, I will give this painting to you." Here you go."

"If you think too much, I won't praise you. Since you gave me the painting, don't blame me for changing it. I'm going to add these contents later... A little black dog named Lao Xu, suddenly one day got Divine power, the slave turned over and sang, and finally defeated the evil little cat group." Xu Dongjun took the drawing paper and said.

"No! You can't change it magically. You give it back to me, and I won't give it to you."

Lin Xiaomiao was in a hurry, and she reached out to grab the drawing paper in Xu Dongjun's hand.

But when Xu Dongjun hid his hand, she immediately snatched an empty space.

Seeing Xu Dongjun's complacent look, as if he was still comparing her height, Lin Xiaomiao exploded in an instant, as if her tail had been stepped on, she stood up from her seat and jumped up.

"Hehe, if you give it to me, it's mine."

Xu Dongjun held up the portrait in his hand, and let Lin Xiaomiao dance on the spot.

Not to mention grabbing the drawing paper, she couldn't even touch the edge of the drawing paper.

And at this moment, he faintly heard someone coughing.

"Stinky Xu Dongjun, you forced me to do this."

Lin Xiaomiao felt ruthless in her heart, and directly took Xu Dongjun as a bamboo pole, and climbed up on him.

Just when she made such a move, the coughing in Xu Dongjun's ear became louder and louder.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look for it, and then he and Lin Youwei, who was about to cough out his lungs, looked at each other.

He woke up suddenly and realized that he was at the Lin family's house now.

Xu Dongjun really wanted to drill a hole in the ground to get in, but unfortunately he didn't have such ability, so he could only smirk at Lin Youwei.

And just when he lost his mind, Lin Xiaomiao had already climbed on top of him, grabbed the drawing paper in his hand, returned to the ground, and laughed loudly: "Old Xu, look, I am the strongest!" of."

Xu Dongjun ignored Lin Xiaomiao, who was flaunting his might, and looked at Lin Youwei awkwardly.

Lin Youwei no longer coughed, and he didn't speak while he was breathing hard. He took a sip of water from the thermos cup on the coffee table, and turned his head to look to the other side.

"Yes, yes, you are the best."

Xu Dongjun naturally knew how to measure, so he said something perfunctory, turned his head and looked away, and looked at the drawing board in front of Xu Qianqian.

"Cut, no energy"

Lin Xiaomiao threw the drawing paper on the chair casually, and also looked in Xu Qianqian's direction.

I saw a sun on Xu Qianqian's drawing board, and the sun's rays shone on the big tree. Under the big tree and on the lawn, there were two people, two big and one small, holding hands.

Don't think too much, the three people in the painting must be Xu Qianqian and Xu Qianqian's parents.

Xu Dongjun felt distressed for a while, stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Qianqian's left hand, and said with a smile, "Qiqian, why didn't you draw Brother Jun? Do you not like Brother Jun anymore?"

"There's me, there's me. Cici, don't forget to draw Sister Xiaomiao too." Lin Xiaomiao moved her head closer and said excitedly, as if she would lose her life if she wasn't added.

Xu Qianqian looked up at the two of them, and said, "I'll draw Brother Jun and Sister Xiaomiao later."

"Dongjun!"

At this time, Lin Youwei called out to Xu Dongjun: "Is your painting finished?"

He knew Xu Dongjun's painting speed, so he asked this question.

"The painting is finished, but I always feel that there is something missing to write."

Xu Dongjun took off the drawing board, and handed the painting named "Father" to Lin Youwei.

"You are still young, and there is still room for improvement. It is a good thing to feel that something is missing, which is better than perfect. Art and science are actually the same. Although everyone is pursuing perfection, no one can do it. Perfect. Once you think you are perfect, there is only one reason, and that is to go astray and stay in the same place."

While teaching Xu Dongjun, Lin Youwei looked at the drawing board in his hand.

"Your painting is already very good. I dare not say that it won the ranking, but it will definitely be shortlisted for the exhibition. If you don't believe me, you can take a look at the works that have entered the exhibition in the past."

He carefully placed the painting on the coffee table, unlocked the lock screen of the tablet, and handed the tablet to Xu Dongjun.

Although I have to admit it, this is indeed a fact - Xu Dongjun's painting level has now surpassed him!
In vain, he writes a few strokes every day, and he considers himself a poet. Compared with talented people, he is really nothing.

Xu Dongjun sat on the sofa, next to Lin Youwei, picked up the tablet, and looked at the paintings that Lin Youwei had sorted out.

In the works, there are mountains and rivers and people, there are streets and villages, and there are various forms of the world...

After Lin Youwei's explanation of professional painting knowledge, Xu Dongjun still has a certain level of appreciation.

He could see that his "Father" was already considered a good existence among these works, and it was no wonder that Lin Youwei dared to guarantee that his "Father" could be selected for the exhibition.

At the same time, these works also opened many new doors for Xu Dongjun, gave him a lot of proficiency, improved his painting ability, and expanded his horizons.

However, he wants more than just being selected...

"what?"

Suddenly, a picture similar to a photo entered Xu Dongjun's eyes.

If it wasn't for the flashing green light in front of his eyes, reminding him that it was a painting, he might really have taken the painting on the tablet as a photo.

This painting is really too real, no different from the photo.

You know, with the improvement of Xu Dongjun's vision ability, his eyes are scary. He can clearly see the needle-like threads of the clothes on the characters in the painting at a glance.

After confirming that it was a picture, Xu Dongjun was shocked.

He never imagined that a painting could be so detailed.People who paint are supposed to have cheats like him, right?
Moreover, he found from this painting what his painting "Father" lacked, that is the sense of reality.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart: "It is true that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Is the painting level of teenagers already so high? I am still complacent here."

Xu Dongjun admired the photo-like girl painting on the tablet for a while, and his pursuit of painting gradually became clear in his heart.

Isn't that what he wants?
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Xu Dongjun turned his head and asked, "Uncle Lin, which exhibition is this painting No. 1 in?"

"That one?"

Lin Youwei raised his head and looked over: "That is not an exhibition painting, it is the work of a certain master. It is said that the auction price of this painting is as high as tens of millions. The subsequent paintings are all works of some masters, you can also take a look."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and flicked the tablet screen.

"You don't need to look at the back, I've already found the painting I want." Xu Dongjun stopped Lin Youwei from moving.

"The painting you want?"

Lin Youwei raised his eyebrows, and looked at the painting on the tablet: "This is a super-realistic oil painting style. You have to think about it, this is a very dual-faced creative style. People who like it like it very much. People who like it will say it’s not as good as a photo.”

"Uncle Lin, do you think I look like the kind of person who will be influenced by outsiders?"

Xu Dongjun smiled: "I have many advantages as a person. One of them is that I don't want to be told what others say when I do my own thing. Anyway, I can't hear it. Even if I hear it, I won't change it."

"You kid..."

Lin Youwei shook his head and smiled.

It wasn't until this time that I realized that this kid is so stinky and shameless, he is not humble at all, and he has many advantages for me?
Think about how simple and honest Brother Xu Wei is; how simple and honest Tang Wenxiu and Sister Tang are.Why does this kid look nothing like the couple?

Fortunately, Xu Dongjun has the common advantage of both of them, that is, kindness!Otherwise, he would also doubt whether Xu Dongjun was the biological child of Xu Wei and Tang Wenxiu.

"Since you have made up your mind, go ahead and do it bravely! Your Uncle Lin is limited, and there is nothing he can teach you. I will teach you what I should teach you. Tomorrow, Uncle Lin will give you a set of ultra-realistic oil paintings. With the tools you can use, you are considered a teacher." Lin Youwei said with a smile, he is very satisfied with this disciple.

Xu Dongjun thanked: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, I won't let you down, no matter where I go, I will be your apprentice."

"Hahaha, good apprentice."

Hearing this answer, Lin Youwei was very happy. Wasn't the reason why he taught Xu Dongjun in the first place for that little fame?His own talent is not very good, but it doesn't matter, my apprentice is awesome!

"What makes you so happy? As soon as I walked in, I heard your laughter." Wang Dongmei, who was out shopping, came in from the door.

"My good apprentice is going to be a teacher. Do you think I am happy? Comrade Wang Dongmei, I apply to you to let me have a drink tonight?" Lin Youwei asked expectantly.

"Hehe, at your level, if Dong Jun studies with you, he thinks highly of you. If you want to drink, there is no way. You have to run out of tea for making water. I just went out and bought some for you." Wang Dongmei He gave him a blank look.

"what?"

Hearing that he bought 'tea' again, the smile on Lin Youwei's face seemed awkward.

Xu Dongjun looked curiously at the thermos cup on the coffee table. The black goji berries, cistanche and other items contained in it should be the so-called 'tea', right?

Is this 'tea' too nourishing?

But think about it, if you want to cope with a woman in her strongest period, a man must rely on external forces.

(End of this chapter)