Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts is still a hundred kilometers away from the provincial capital. Now that we set off, our two uncles can still come back tonight.

Fortunately, when the uncle and nephew went downstairs, they asked the teacher for some questions.

The teacher who only provided a few phone numbers felt that his choice was not wrong.

This is clearly the kind of person who sees the most in art training. He thinks that his talent is so great, but in fact, he doesn't know where the door of the Art Academy and the Art Hall is opened.

But the training is about patience, so I quickly shared the navigation address with Director Sun, the official account of the training institution there.

Because my second uncle was in a taxi, he discovered that Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts, one of the nine highest art schools in the country, was not in Shuchuan Province!

It is in Jiangzhou City, a neighboring province.

That is almost two hundred kilometers, hurry up and get on the road!

My uncle called several colleagues from cultural centers and other colleagues to figure it out. Isn’t Jiangzhou City a municipality directly under the central government divided from Shuchuan Province? In the past, several universities with the name of Shuchuan were all in Jiangzhou. After the division, they were unwilling to change their names to the school. These golden signs have become brands over the past decades, not only a regional issue.

This is why the only higher art academy in the southwest is a bit inconsistent with the name.

Wan Changsheng didn't say anything. He sat silently in the back row. After touching his whole body, he realized that the carving knife he carried with him was probably thrown on the stall in a panic. He had to ask his uncle for a cigarette and simulate the teacher's compass movements just now.

I wonder what I can draw if my hands are restricted?

My uncle and second uncle were not worried about the problem with our family’s immortality. They were happily smoking while chatting, and quietly interacted with each other and leaned on the topic toward the person they were talking about. In short, it was to encourage Changsheng to look at the outside world and get in touch with more knowledgeable... Girls, don’t just fall into money like the Jia family.

This tone is like Wan Changsheng has been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Wan Changsheng had long been immersed in the painting scene that he had just glanced at.

In fact, his seemingly calm heart was still a little shocked.

He studied in high school in the town since he was a child. In the village primary school before, he could not talk about any formal art classes at junior high school. They were all children of the tribe, and he had to come to class. The high school even squeezed out the courses without such interest, so he was always immersed in temples, stele forests and Wan Changsheng, who was outside the commercial street, saw for the first time so many people were learning to paint.

In Wanjia, this is a unique skill that can pass on men but not women. Only when children who have shown their potential to become a temple since childhood will they be taught and guided.

Where can ordinary people come into contact with this professional art field in their lives?

Two hours later, after a hurry to have some lunch, the uncle and nephew followed the navigation and drove into a fancy art academy area. The high buildings everywhere were painted with colorful and weird patterns. Everything was completely different from the style of the Guanyin Temple town and the prefecture-level city, and even a bit different from the prosperity of Cadillac passing through the municipality just now.

Here is a weird feeling that cannot be described.

Of course, at most, there are various art supplies stores on the roadside and art training classes that can always be hung with four or five stories high.

If the training teacher had not given two or three contact information, the three uncles and nephews who came from a small place would have been lost here.

At this moment, Wan Changsheng wanted to try to make a point of freedom: "Uncle, second uncle, you can go back first, I will find a place for training and learning by myself."

Since Wan Changsheng can remember, he has been hiding in the crowds of Guanyin Temple. Although he has never traveled far away and has at most visited the provincial capital, he has rich experience in social dealings. He thinks this is a small matter.

But the two uncles were beaten to death and refused to leave first: "Your mother knows that we will scold us to death if we leave you without a place to stay. Hurry up..."

However, I went to several training classes that I could contact by phone or go to casually. As long as I asked, I had no foundation in painting and had to take this year's exam, I didn't dare to guarantee that I could get results.

Some of them said it was okay, but even the uncle and the second uncle saw that they were greedy and perfunctory. Anyway, they charged the training fee, and it was your own business if they could pass the exam.

At this time, a cell phone number that I had called back that I had not answered before: "Sorry, I was in a meeting just now, who is looking for me?"

Wan Changsheng still said the same thing with his second uncle's mobile phone: "I don't seem to have any foundation in art exams now, but I will take the exam again this year. Are you sure that you can strengthen the training?"

The middle-aged male voice over there laughed: "If we can't, no one can do it here... Let's try it. If you don't have a basic foundation in painting, just draw a few strokes for me, and I will have a clear idea."

This is what Wan Changsheng said on purpose, and the first person to say that he would just draw two strokes to see.

However, this is also the only training class that is not on the street outside this Academy of Fine Arts. Following the address given by Cadillac, he drove back a few kilometers away from the particularly noisy and lively campus, and drove into a cultural and creative park where the old factory building was renovated.

Those buildings that are renovated with mottled old buildings are painted white or dark red, with brand new advertising signs or floor-to-ceiling glass, or gray steel stairs, as well as small sculptures everywhere, and even robots made of welded machine parts, which are very beautiful.

Wan Changsheng, whose basic aesthetic is in Guanyin Temple, suddenly felt a little novel.

Let my uncle remember to take a photo and go back to show it to my mother.

In fact, since he arrived at the Academy of Fine Arts, my uncle has been shooting Wan Changsheng into the surrounding background in various postures, as if recording Wan Changsheng's every move.

The middle-aged man who was greeted was tall and tall. He looked bald from a distance, but he found that he had white hair and round inch with a vicissitudes of life. He shook hands with his uncle and nephew and invited him to visit the teaching building with the sign of the Damei Training Institution.

In fact, I have visited several training institutions just now, which are similar to the one in the prefecture-level city.

The uncle of the Cultural Bureau described it as the increasingly intense extracurricular tutoring training class. After all, it is an extremely professional thing to get into an art school, so this kind of training process is also essential.

But this one should have seen the largest one among the several. Compared with the training classes that are crowded in residential buildings or small commercial spaces around the Academy of Fine Arts, classrooms that may be rebuilt with industrial factories can accommodate hundreds of people, which is densely packed!

The space on the entire floor demonstrates its strength, which ensures that there is better funding to hire the best teachers.

The admissions director of the training school surnamed Cao said this. He likes to laugh gently before speaking, and feels that everything is clear: "Indeed, there are many candidates who don't have any foundation at all, but at least they have to go through a year or two to lay the groundwork. In the past few months of intensive training, have you really not been exposed to any painting type?"

So Wan Changsheng stood outside the classroom door and walked in. He picked up the chalk head next to the blackboard on the corridor, and outlined some shapes on the dark green blackboard...

My uncle and my second uncle stood at the right point and raised their phones to shoot from different angles!

In fact, the first time Wan Changsheng wrote, Teacher Cao opened his mouth and forgot to close it.

Wan Changsheng used the most common Chinese painting drawing technique, the most common nail-headed and rat-tail drawing.

As the name suggests, when starting, it is like writing a brush. There is a nail head, and the lines are pulled to the end, and gradually thinning and disappearing.

Almost every move is like this.

In fact, when painting, there are usually several brushwork interlaced, but some famous artists particularly like certain brushwork, which means they are a bit of showing off.

This kind of brushwork is nothing special, and experts can do it.

Wan Changsheng was not as uncomfortable as holding a pencil before, because it was no different from drawing murals on the wall of Guanyin Temple. In just a few minutes, it seemed like a few strokes of a horse, but it outlined a boy in a corner of the classroom.

The fashionable outfit in a casual suit and a pullover is facing the back of this side, but the vigorous pen full of ancient style shows a bit of unruly temperament!

It doesn't happen exactly like that, it looks a bit like an ancient person, but it's also a suit that is painted?

It is difficult to draw bones when drawing a tiger's skin. It means that it is not difficult to draw the appearance of a tiger, but if you want to show the momentum of the king of beasts, you are a master.

So it doesn’t matter whether a suit is not a suit, what is important is Shen Yun.

No matter what brushwork is, what is important is the charm.

The teacher Cao was stunned for several seconds until he saw Wan Changsheng put down the chalk head, and he used to laugh twice: "This...is also called "no painting foundation?"

Wan Changsheng gently dusted off the white powder and ash on his fingers: "I know this. I don't know how to draw in the classroom and express the color. Do you think I'm sure I can get high scores in two months?"

Teacher Cao's eyes were a little small, and he blinked hard a few times, but he was not looking at the lines but looking at people. However, he only paused for a few seconds and nodded: "Save the money."

The second uncle had already come to the blackboard in a flattering manner and asked his uncle to take a photo. The middle-aged man was happy to make a V on his face. The uncle stole his horse and made it difficult for him to take a photo. After taking a photo, he quickly asked for an exchange.

The exaggerated style made Wan Changsheng's face twitch. It was a blessing that he was not praised by these relatives to become a bully.
Chapter completed!