Galactic Garbage Station

In the next few days, Su Zheng is still learning various techniques. Every day, he will ask Cheng Guyi many questions, ask him to draw again, but he has not painted a complete picture. However, as you can see, his technique is rapidly improving, becoming more and more skilled and perfect and integrating.

He began to learn something deeper, such as composition, context, etc., but a little strangely. After asking Cheng Guyi minority questions, he stopped asking, wondering if he felt that he needed to understand the situation.

On this day, until the end of the class, the others left, but Su Ming completely forgot me and still concentrated on painting. In terms of quiet patience, he has also reached a point beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Cheng Guyi did not disturb him and painted beside him. But what left him speechless was that two hours later, three hours later, four hours later, Su Qian was still there to paint. Cheng Guyi fell asleep by accident. When he wakes up, it's already evening. Somehow, he felt refreshed when he woke up. When Su Zheng woke up, he fell asleep on the table. He was overwhelmed. Through hypnosis, he went into deep sleep and ran the Spring Leaf Resolutions to help him nourish his body.

Seeing that Su Zheng is still painting, Cheng Guyi is admiring the five bodies of the field. Such genius is still working so hard. No wonder Su Zheng is so talented and versatile. He is not a star but has as many fans as a star, which he deserves.

“Teacher Cheng, go ahead, I'll draw some more.” Su Xin said.

“Fine, I'll go first, don't draw too late, hard work is a good thing, but tiredness breaks down your body and you won't lose it. Close the door when you leave.” Cheng Guyi said.

“Okay.” Su Xiao nodded.

Cheng Guyi left. Su Zheng was the only one left in the room. Su Zheng stopped and sat quietly for a while. He muttered to himself: “It should be almost there. Try it.” He picked up the brush and started his first national painting in its true sense.

Next day, it's Sunday again.

Cheng Guyi was the first to come in. After opening the door, he first came to Su Zheng's seat and looked at the painting left by Su Zheng. Although Su Zheng did not paint a complete painting every day, but messed up things, he still liked to see it, because from above you can see the magical progress speed of Su Zheng. It can be said that teaching such students has a sense of pride, excitement and satisfaction. Many people want to do it overnight, but the reality is not like this. In the past few days, teaching Su Xin has taught him a sense of overnight. Such students are too carefree and proud.

What surprised him, however, was that Su Xiao left behind this time, not a messy painting. Cheng Guyi glanced at him only once and suddenly glanced at him. Then he became irritated and breathed quickly: “Oh my God, how is this possible? ”

Only one person, a beautiful woman, Cheng Guyi recognized at a glance. That was his daughter, Cheng Shiyao. Cheng Shiyao wore a long skirt and walked in front of her. She was smiling back. The breeze blew past her. Her long skirt and hair floated slightly... This painting is lifelike, as if she were a sober and uncivil beauty, standing alive in front of her.

Generally speaking, Cheng Guyi doesn't like other men to paint their daughters, because many men wear colorful hearts, and most paintings are very ordinary and do not show their daughters' beauty at all. However, he loved the painting and liked it very much.

“Teacher, what are you doing standing here?” Several students walked in, and they asked, Cheng Guyi didn't seem to have heard, looked at the painting on the drawing board, didn't move, and wanted to be demented.

Several students were puzzled, walked forward and stared wide-eyed.

“Oh, my God, it's beautiful. ”

“This is Si Yao's painting, just as beautiful as her real life. ”

“It's so lifelike, it's like jumping out. ”

“Oh, my God, did Su Jing paint this? That's impossible, right? ”

They were shocked and stupid.

In succession, more and more students arrived and were also shocked by this painting by Su Qing. After a while, Cheng Shiyao, Huang Jinghong and Zhu Yan also came. They saw the crowd surrounding them and were somewhat confused.

“What's the matter?” Cheng Shiyao asked.

“Si Yao, come and see.” A young man said.

Cheng Shiyao, Huang Jinghong and Zhu Yan squeezed to the front and then glanced similarly, shocked. Don't say it's a national painting, even if you don't learn it, you can see the height of the painting.

“Oh, my God, did Su Jun paint this?” Zhu Yan is incredible.

“It's on his seat. He didn't paint it. Who else could it be?” A teenage girl said.

“But he really learned soon, how could he draw such a realm, not only the technique is good, even the situation is beautiful, which is incredible.” Zhu Yan was shocked.

“It's not like you haven't seen how fast he learns. He's a monster. I finally understand why he's so talented. This demon learns everything so quickly, can't he be so talented? ”

“Su Yao painted so beautifully. Is it interesting for Si Yao? ”

“Si Yao did not come yesterday, which means that Su Zheng was painted with the impression in his head. I remember it very carefully. ”

“Hey, hey, I seem to smell gossip. ”

Cheng Shiyao couldn't help but blush and be ashamed when he heard people talking. No wonder people think that, after all, this painting is so beautiful, so divine, and so impressive.

Looking at Cheng Shiyao's slightly red side face, Huang Jinghong's face was ugly. This painting not only showed a height that he could not reach. Before he realized that his country painting was not comparable to Su Jinghong's, but he did not expect the difference to be so far away. Moreover, Su Zheng actually painted Shiyao, which seemed to express something, which made him feel strongly threatened.

“Don't be ridiculous. Su Xiao has a girlfriend.” Cheng Shiyao argued.

“Oh." People's voices seemed a little dramatic, as if they were talking about having a girlfriend who still liked you. Isn't that triangular love?

Cheng Shiyao knew that he could not explain clearly. He had to stamp his feet. I was also worried. If Su Zheng really liked himself, what was the point of drawing this painting? Su Qing's girlfriend Shi Qing and Sister Siya knew each other very well. How embarrassing is this?

“Well, don't be ridiculous here. Drawing a painting doesn't mean anything.” Cheng Guyi loved the painting, but didn't want to produce any gossip. She scolded him and asked, "Shi Yao, do you have Su Yao's phone number? ”

“Yes.” Cheng Shiyao nodded.

“Call him.” Cheng Guyi was very anxious.