My sister can't be Ayase Little Angel

You can search "My sister can't be Ayase Little Angel Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!After Long Zhisuke got through his thoughts, he once again paid attention to the outside world.

Turning his head, I just saw Xuexia staring at him with his head tilted slightly.

He coughed slightly and said, "Um, what shall we do next?"

"There are many things that can be done."

"For example?" Long Zhisuke asked.

"Why don't you come and admire my paintings?"

Long Zhisuke smiled: "You are really versatile, I think this painting is also very good."

"...This is also forced. When I was young, my parents deliberately let my sister and I compete.

At that time, we were really struggling, the speed of eating, not picky eaters, the grades in school, the number of praises by others...

All are in competition.

Up to now, although I am alone, I am too lonely and boring and I am unwilling to abandon myself and live my life.

So I had to delve into something.

When people are attentive, time will pass quickly."

Listening to Yukinoshita's words, Ryunosuke understood.

Xuexia's versatility is not because of learning everything fast, but because of pressure, competition, loneliness, and pain.

Suffering is the only way for many masters. The more suffering, the more profound, and the more profound, the more valuable.

Yukoshita’s family education policy, Ryunosuke, is not easy to comment, but the effect is indeed visible to the naked eye.

Needless to say, Yang Nai is a man who disturbs the situation on the court of power.

Although Yukino didn't show it, the closer Ryunosuke got closer, she knew how powerful she was.

Ordinary people will judge a person by the external things that a person has, such as identity, status, wealth, wife, appearance, etc.

However, people with insight are more concerned about things that are not known, valued, and deliberately ignored.

For example, deep down in his heart, is he self-conscious or paying attention to friends, his ambition and what he has done for it, and whether he is willing to help others.

As the saying goes, being born with my talents must be useful, and my daughters will come back when they disperse, have their inner abilities, and everything on the outside will have his share sooner or later.

Under the snow is the state of Qianlong in the deep, and the sky will be nine days.

He was full of confidence in Xuexia.

Ryunosuke looked at Yukoshita sitting next to him and said:

"Of course there is no problem with hard work, but too much hard work is a problem, you should also pay attention to rest."

Yukinoshita was noncommittal, resting his cheek with one hand on his knees, tilting his head and looking at Ryunosuke: "Tell me."

Long Zhijie smiled: "You are going to test me.

If one tries his best or spares his life, he will indeed get more.

But that can only be done for a while, not for a long time.

Because then the body can't bear it, and many good things in life will be lost.

Of course, life is complicated, and sometimes you will surpass you if you don't work hard for others.

Endless overtime work and endless staying up all night are not only to the destruction of the body, but also to the spirit.

Only go to work and nothing else. Like machines or sows that lay their young, they lose their spirituality.

Rather than toiling like this and having to live a lifetime, it is better to readjust your goals and adjust your expectations.

For example, don't think about hundreds of thousands of millions of houses per square meter in first-tier cities, but consider a set of tens of thousands of houses in Hegang.

For example, you don't have to think about the convenience of living in a modern metropolis, but think about the cozy days with your family in a small city.

In short, it is difficult for people who do not live in an era of frequent and rapid development of opportunities to get ahead through their efforts.

On the contrary, he will be chained by a chain called hard work and become a humanoid money-making machine for the boss."

After Long Zhisuke finished speaking, he felt a little gloomy. Regardless of how he is now, he was also confused about the future in his previous life.

When Yukoshita saw Ryunosuke finished speaking, Qiongbi let out a sigh:

"Ryunosuke, what you said is reasonable, but although the cost of living is high in big cities, the pressure of competition is high, but the wages are also high.

You can’t put the wages of big cities into small cities and say that living wages in small cities will naturally drop a lot.

Still can't solve the problem.

Moreover, everyone wants to be happy, not wanting to be scolded by the boss as a grandson.

But the pressure of life has to make people do this.

Parents, wives and children, and even father-in-law's mother-in-law, have to support and have to."

Ryunosuke took a cold breath. Although he knew that Xuexia was not malicious, he still felt like he was being lifted.

"Ah, the pressure is high, then you don't want to marry a wife, and wait until you are alone.

The wages in small cities are indeed low, but the pressure of competition is really not that great.

Because working in a small city does not have much benefit, it is not about selecting talents and appointing talents, but by collecting money and giving gifts and using nepotism.

It’s okay to eat food by yourself. If you don’t consider promotion and salary increase, you will be sturdy if you have no desires."

"According to you, even if you want to die alone, and to live in poverty." Xuexia didn't agree.

"Yes, under normal circumstances, big cities are more dynamic and more suitable for young people to develop and advance.

However, urban housing prices are far away, so there is no need to consider them.

Save more money, buy a house in a remote place, and stay for the rest of your life.

Anyway, with a house, eating and drinking is a small problem, even with a plate, I can eat.

There is no forced competition and endless overtime.

That person can also learn some other skills, recharge his energy, and wait for the time to come."

Xuexia was silent for a while, and then said:

"This is a life plan, and it does have merits and feasibility.

However, this is too ambitious, not like the mentality of a young man."

Long Zhijie spreads his hands: "No way, most people are poor, and only this is the ability they can develop through education.

Going to a big city is just a stepping stone for others and a green leaf for others.

This is not the time when people like to discover gold everywhere."

"Ε=(´ο*))) Alas~" Xuexia sighed.

"If you are a child of ordinary people now, I am afraid you would really do this."

Long Zhisuke said dismissively: "Although I am a little bit obsessed, it really meets the reality.

If young people do not ignore their own abilities and consider realistic goals, there are indeed many options.

On the contrary, ambitious guys are often stuck."

Xuexia no longer lifted his cheeks, but sat up straight:

"I accidentally told you that I was fascinated, and I forgot what you said I wanted to paint."

Ryunosuke chuckled and ended the topic: "Okay, let's go and see it now?"

"Well, come to the study with me." Xuexia got up and said.

Ryunosuke was taken aback. It was not that Xuexia, who was in a starry blue nightdress in front of him, was too close to him.

It's the study room, the study room~

There is a bookshelf in the bedroom under the snow, full of books.

The invisible bookshelf under the writing desk is also full of books.

Now tell him that there is a study room for books?

When Long Zhisuke thought that he had only one bookshelf, most of them were novels, and...not full.

He became inferior.

|○ worship the boss!

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In Xuexia's study, Long Zhisuke looked unspeakable.

Sure enough, there are more books in Xuexia's study, and all the seven bookshelves are full of books.

Had it not been for the desks and chairs dedicated to reading in front of the window to take up a little space, I am afraid there would be another bookshelf.

This multiplying the book load of him and Ayase by two is not as good as others~

Long Zhisuke felt ashamed and said sourly, "Xuexia, you have a lot of books."

Xuexia nodded: "That's all before you know it."

"You will cry when you move, right?"

"...???" Xuexia was speechless for a moment, but he smiled when he looked at Ryunosuke's expression.

"It's okay, isn't this still you?"

"...Haha," Long Zhisuke smiled, "I will call the moving company for you."

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Then Xuexia led him to the table in front of the window, and found a pile of paintings.Tianping Novel Network www.xstpw.com

It's a bit random, the oversized white paper has flat edges and corners, and there are various things on it.

Ryunosuke sat on the chair and turned it over and looked at it. Yuukishita stood behind him and looked at it by the way.

...

After a while, Long Zhisuke had some general opinions.

The content drawn from Xuexia should be practice, right?

For example, painting a personal bone frame, or specially painting the lines of clothes, and the light and shadow performance of objects in the sun...

There are finished products, but there are only a few landscape paintings.

For example, this painting that Long Zhisuke is concerned about.

Xuexia drew a picture of sitting at the writing desk in the bedroom and looking out the window diagonally opposite.

It seems to be painted while watching.

The picture gives people a dim feeling, a bit of loneliness is revealed in the dimness, but the light from the corner gives people hope.

The painter and the idea are good.

There are also paintings of the scenery under the tall buildings from the study window.

Overlooking everything from high-rise buildings, things to paint are naturally very complicated.

However, Xuexia handled it well, the traffic was dynamic, the subtleties were realistic, and the tall buildings occupied a lot of space but were not eye-catching.

Yukinoshita was also very satisfied with Ryunosuke's comments, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

After speaking, Long Zhisuke groaned: "These pictures of you are all landscape paintings. Are there any paintings?"

He looked back and stood under the snow behind him.

Xuexia, who was holding his arm, shook his head: "The only one who respects Tingshan Mountain can never tire of seeing each other."

"...Huh?" Ryunosuke was almost stunned in an instant.

But after all, I understand.

Xuexia has no model for her to paint, only the motionless scenery can always accompany her.

Looking at the paintings under his hand, Long Zhisuke suddenly felt a bit of loneliness in it, the loneliness of Xuexia's painting.

No matter how good the scenery is, it is regrettable that no one can appreciate it.

Ryunosuke thought about it, and tried to say, "Or, I... let my sister be your model?"

Xuexia suddenly smiled: "I thought you said you were a model for me."

"That's okay," Ryunosuke turned around and smiled, "but I want to paint while I'm asleep."

"Well, let me add another lunch for you, just say that." Xuexia replied seriously.

"Eh wait, I... uh." Long Zhisuke looked at Xuexia's eyes, and the expectation inside made him a little bit unbearable to refuse.

He smiled and sighed: "Okay."

"It's better to hit the sun instead of choosing a day, what about now?" Xuexia asked.

"Can I ask what I want to do?"

Yukoshita patted Ryunosuke on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear:

"Come on to my bed~"

"..." Ryunosuke felt the teasing breath in his ears, his back was itchy, absolutely deliberate.

But that’s fine, just lie in bed and sleep without doing anything.

There is no need to be very uncomfortable because of being unable to move for a long time.

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After returning to the bedroom again, Ryunosuke got on the bed under Xuexia.

Although it was sleeping, Ryunosuke wondered whether he had to fine-tune his posture?

But sitting on the small bench, waving his hand under the snow with the easel in front of him: "You can do whatever you want."

Ryunosuke lay down on his side and looked at Xuexia: "Is this all right?"

"It's fine if you are comfortable." Xuexia had probably all the drawing tools ready.

She didn't do it, but stared at Ryunosuke.

Because Ryunosuke did not cover the quilt under the snow, Chi Guoguo scanned his whole body with undisguised eyes.

He felt embarrassed, and his face turned red.

"Ah, can I talk?"

"Yes." Xuexia's eyes still looked at Long Zhisuke's body, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, without letting go of any part.

"I have a question, why do you have to be a model if you paint characters or something?

Wouldn't it be enough to take some photos?"

Xuexia's expression was focused, his eyes filled with seriousness:

"The photos are flat, two-dimensional, and only viewed from one angle, which limits people's observation and creativity."

"But isn't it enough to take photos from multiple angles?

You can shoot around 360 degrees up and down, and it's impossible for the character to really stay still, right?"

"The photo is too small for observation.

As for whether you can move, think about the sculpture performers on the street.

The whole body is painted gold or silver, and it doesn't move until someone gives money, so it's okay."

Yukoshita still conceived how to draw in her heart, and it was the first time that she had a model to let her draw.

Long Zhisuke nodded, wanting to say something, but was afraid to disturb Xuexia:

"...Well, can I talk more?"

"Don't worry, you talk a lot, and I can understand your state, which is conducive to creation." Xuexia said disapprovingly.

Long Zhijie felt relieved:

"That I wanted to say before, what if you zoom in 1:1?

You can even take a 360-degree photo and connect the photos together so that people can't tell the truth from the fake."

"If you do that, the effect is not as good as the real person, and the production process is also troublesome, there is no need." Xuexia answered again.

Ryunosuke nodded again, and continued to lie down on the bed under the snow, resting on the brown pillow under the snow.

"Then what if I get a sculpture that is proportional to a real person?"

"That won't work. Sculptures are created by humans. They have the subjective emotions of the author and are also things in the eyes of the author.

Not objective enough, it also limits the artist's creative space."

"Doesn't I still need to paint a plaster statue of the bust in painting? Isn't it good to do it like you?" Long Zhisuke seemed to have awakened the spirit of Kongjing.

"That's just basic skills, and teachers will also take them out for real-life sketching."

"Haha, so you really have to be a real person."

Xuexia didn't reply this time, but he didn't write anything either. He was still looking at Ryunosuke, thinking about something.

Ryuzhisuke still asked like a curious baby: "Why don't you paint yet?"

"I haven't figured it out yet." Xuexia replied.

"Do you still need to think about it? You can paint what you see, it's not a creation out of thin air."

"You don't understand," Xuexia looked at Ryunosuke's eyes.

"Painting is not about completely restoring what is in front of you, but about expressing, expressing what you think and what you see.

And this requires different expression methods, some of which are changes in painting methods, turning realism into abstraction.

It also adds color to the surroundings, suggesting something.

Painting is by no means a mere restoration, otherwise there will be cameras, so what else do you need to paint?"

Long Zhisuke probably understood and nodded: "Okay, then I won't bother you, you can plan with peace of mind."

"Don't worry, it's okay to continue talking." Xuexiaxia refused unexpectedly.

Ryunosuke asked puzzledly: "As far as I know, half of the paintings should be quieter, right?"

"When I really want to paint, I have to be quiet, but I'm looking for a feeling, it's okay."

"Feeling? What's the feeling?" Long Zhisuke felt his knowledge blind spot.

"Just to feel what mood, thoughts, and state you are in now.

This is a very important step. It is difficult to grasp the fundamentals only by looking at the surface and the part.

Only know what you are thinking, what you are happy for, and how happy you are.

Only in this way can you draw a picture with both form and spirit."

Long Zhisuke smiled slightly, this theory is really one after another, as expected of Xuexia.

After satisfying his curiosity, Ryunosuke didn't say much: "Anyway, I am in a better mood. I am comfortable with you, so I don't have to think too much.

You can paint whatever you want, don't worry too much."

"Yes!!! That's how it feels." Xuexia said suddenly, and then the paintbrush moved quickly.

"Uh..." Long Zhisuke didn't know what to say. Now that Xuexia had feelings, he didn't need to speak for himself.

Thinking of him, he closed his eyes and got ready to sleep: [It's great that sleeping can help Xuexia.