This studio was very big.
There were all kinds of sketches hanging around.
One of the walls was a bookshelf, on which were all kinds of books about painting, including many framed paintings.
In the middle of the studio.
Two barefooted girls were concentrating on drawing.
There was an easel in front of them. The easel was a drawing board with white paper on it.
One of the girls had long hair that reached her shoulders. She had an oval-shaped face that was not very standard. She had light eyebrows, large and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. Her figure was very perfect, especially her long legs, which were very charming.
Her name was Yang Yufei.
Sister Yang Hua.
The other girl also had long hair that reached her shoulders. She had well-defined facial features, clear and bright pupils, curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, and light tanned skin. She was tall and slender, sitting upright as she drew seriously.
She was Lu Wangqiu.
They were quietly drawing.
Yang Yufei was quiet and elegant. Sometimes she frowned and sometimes she relaxed. The temperature of the paper and her fingertips seemed to have fused together. The brush in her hand was playing in the warm orange light. She pursed her lips and her eyes were full of seriousness.
It was as if at this moment, everything about her was on the canvas.
From the shallow to the deep, her soul was in a grand carnival at this moment.
Lu Wangqiu was also concentrating on painting. From her elegant posture, one could feel her love and pursuit for painting.
Her wrist was no longer her wrist, but the foot of a compass. The relaxed lines and smooth strokes were like a free fish swimming happily on the picture. She first used plain ink to outline, and the strokes were like flowing water. Perhaps she was inspired, but she did not notice the paint staining her clothes.
Both of them were painters.
He focused on the art of free creation.
It was worth mentioning that Lu Wangqiu and Yang Yufei were not classmates. They came from different colleges.
Yang Yufei came from Gome.
It wasn't Gome.
It was the Chinese Academy of Fine Arts.
Country Z's Academy of Fine Arts was located in Hangzhou and Shanghai. It had three campus in Nanshan, Xiangshan, and Zhangjiang, covering an area of more than 1000 acres and a building area of nearly 300,000 square meters. It was the first comprehensive national art institute in the country and the top art teaching university in the country. It ranked seventh in the world in terms of majors and was the top of the eight art academies in the country. Its reputation for Chinese painting was well known.
Lu Wangqiu was from the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
The Central Academy of Fine Arts was the only higher art school directly under the Ministry of Education. It was established in April 1950 by the merger of the National Beiping Art College and the three art departments of North China University. Many big shots and famous painters had served as the principal of this school. It was the highest school in the hearts of art students.
Compared to Yangmei, Gome had more exchanges with foreign countries. Every year, a batch of students would be sent out for exchange. The school was an art school that recognized academic qualifications overseas. The art majors of China and Central America were the best in the country.
Although they came from two different colleges, they were together because they shared a common interest in art.
They met at an international art exhibition. The two of them got familiar with each other after chatting for a while. They even became good friends and established this art studio together.
Perhaps this was what the best of friends should be like. They had the same hobbies and pursuits.
She didn't cheat on each other for the sake of men. Those were all plastic sisters.
At this moment, the scene seemed to have stopped.
The sunlight shone in, leaving specks of light. A breeze blew into the studio, and the draft paintings hanging around them fluttered in the wind, making crisp popping sounds.
It was very peaceful and quiet.
After about half an hour, Yang Yufei put down the brush in her hand and looked at the painting in front of her. She nodded slightly.
He was quite satisfied.
She was drawing traditional Chinese paintings.
A Chinese landscape painting.
After a while, Lu Wangqiu stopped painting.
Lu Wangqiu drew abstract paintings.
"Qiu, what do you think of my painting?"”
Lu Wangqiu seriously savored Yang Yufei's painting and slowly said,"The painting is very artistic. The mountains and rivers overlap, especially the figure in the painting. It perfectly explains the relationship between man and nature, fusing man and nature into one. It's too beautiful.”
"What do you think of my abstract painting?”
Yang Yufei was also seriously appreciating the abstract artistic conception. She gave a simple comment," Your abstract painting is also very emotional. It's complicated, simplified, and complicated. On the surface, it looks strange and difficult, and nothing can be seen. However, as long as you simplify it and understand it from the most essential level of things, you will understand the meaning.”
"Your abstract painting is not bad. It's very personal and beautiful.”
Lu Wangqiu put his arm around Yang Yufei's shoulder and said with a smile,""The one who knows me is Yufei."
The painting was completed.
The two of them started packing.
"Xiao Qiu, do you think our art exhibition will be a success?”
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