A boy with a horse face behind him laughed at Li Lingyu’s words when he didn’t hear them.
Q&A has already started in front. See the gentlemen on both sides nodding.
Halfway through the school entrance examination, there was a sudden noise outside. It turned out that Pei Yu came with the mountain chief Yang Yun.
Also, Pei’s family is a rich and powerful family, and others have a long-standing reputation
He is also a favorite pupil of the mountain chief Yang Yun, who is highly respected. Now his status as an official in the DPRK is naturally different from that of these scholars.
Peiyu looked at the eyes and knelt at the back. When the two men came in, they respectfully saluted the gentlemen present.
Xie Yinyin cordially invited him to sit at the head, but he refused, "I’m afraid Mr. Wang will not dare to come to listen to Mr. Song’s lectures from today. It’s natural to be the first."
I made a big talk and then I was behind Li Lingyu.
Li Lingyu’s legs and feet were sore and numb, and finally he couldn’t help but straighten up and look forward, and then he was caught off guard and suddenly looked at Song Yanguang.
We are both a little surprised by this separation.
Song Yanguang asked, "Can Youwen be behind?"
Li Lingyu closed his eyes and crustily skin of head to answer "students are here"
At that time, all eyes were on her. It was really a step of lighting and dancing.
Since she is a perennial marginalized person, most people don’t know her.
Song Yanguang asked, "I remember that Youwen has a good talent for painting. Can you draw one for me today?"
Li Lingyu looked up in horror. What do you mean by drawing a picture? How many people are there? I have to paint until next month.
But Song Yanguang stared at her so intensely that she had to answer "of course"
Song Yanguang, "Come here by my side."
Li Lingyu walked all the way with his head down and everyone jealous. Song Yanguang looked at her kindly and smiled and said "grown up"
She didn’t dare to expect to bow respectfully and then distance herself from everyone behind Song Yanguang and start to observe everyone here carefully.
Observe the secret war and everyone’s ambition. Everyone has his own thoughts.
After taking an examination of a senior at school, Song Yanguang said, "I have pen and ink in my room. Go by yourself."
Li Ling Yu Deling went to the back room without nostalgia.
Mr. Both sides are still entangled with Song Yanguang, especially Xie Yin. "This Li Youwen is usually naughty and less educated …"
Song Yanguang smiled and waved his hand and said, "It’s just young and naughty."
Song Yanguang’s room is very spacious, and naturally you can’t live without bamboo. There is a bamboo forest in the garden outside the window. Although he has not been in the hospital for many years, his room has been cleaned.
At this time, she thought at the table, if this is carefully painted, when will it be painted?
But if you don’t draw carefully, you will always be a marginal figure. It feels too bad to be stared at all the time.
She need an opportunity to attract attention.
Finally, she opened the paper on the console table, and she didn’t care about other brush glue and composition. It was not until the south window went to the sun that she drew a sketch. Modern watercolor is very different from ancient meticulous brushwork.
She drew a line drawing on rice paper and then followed the colorful realistic tone of watercolor step by step. At first, from time to time, she could hear the noise outside and cheer from time to time. The students outside might not only be a school exam, but also develop into a cultural salon. She is not big.
It was not until dusk that I heard a lot of footsteps outside and Song Yanguang talking. He brought several colleagues into the room.
Li Lingyu’s painting talent has a rudiment.
After coming in, Song Yanguang Lang asked, "Young prose is picturesque."
His former Li Lingyu will probably write an essay or go out halfway to apologize to him, or some talents in Danqing are crude and skillful.
It’s always a step
Unexpectedly, she drew up a sketch of nearly three square feet, depicting all the people in the hall at that time.
It’s a coincidence that Li Lingyu listened to his question and thought, it’s not that I’m good at painters.
Several other husbands have leaned over. Li Lingyu bowed her head and didn’t salute to trace the line. She brought her own tracing pen, and the color of rice paper behind her would be very troublesome.
Xie Yin frowned and said, "How can Dan Qing’s skills be so arrogant!"
The other husbands didn’t say anything. Li Lingyu was bored to death after hearing his beep. He asked, "Can Mr. Shi, the artist of Dan Qing, give you a comment?"
Without waiting for Xie Yin’s answer, she said, "Since we can’t talk about high and low, is it that everyone has his own merits and will praise others and belittle others at will?"
The meaning of this remark is very obvious. Xie Yin didn’t expect that a student who has always been weak should have a sharp mouth and be speechless for a moment.
Song Yanguang simply said, "Let’s paint you seriously."