The rest of my life will only draw you

Chapter 37 Holding Your Hand and Drawing
Because his body was wet, He Hen went to the bathroom to change clothes after entering the door.

Chen Xiaotu was led to the workbench.

There are two easels in He Hen's workbench, one big and one small. Considering Chen Xiaotu's height, He Hen put her next to the short easel.

He did a lot of preparations, because it was teaching, so he put two easels side by side, mounted the paper, washed the pens, prepared the paints, and everything was ready.

"Just... just start drawing like this?" Chen Xiaotu was still a little dazed when he grasped the pen within a few seconds after entering the room.

He Hen also held the pen, and hummed, "Hold the pen first, and then think about what you want to draw."

"You can choose a theme at will. I heard from Zhang Xing that you seldom use a brush, and you can copy it if you draw less, but static copying is more difficult. If you have any theme you want to draw, you can tell me now."

"Tell you?" Chen Xiaotu was puzzled.

He Hen nodded, "Tell me, I will draw first, and you will follow me to draw."

"So that's how it is..."

Chen Xiaotu thought for a while, and decided on the theme of the first painting, sunflowers.

He Hen soon started painting.

Before coming here, Chen Xiaotu had always thought that today might be a charming studio romance. For some reason, Mr. He suddenly became very provocative in terms of words. After meeting in the studio today, she should feel a wave of big guys at close range. Cough cough cough.

But I didn't expect... When it comes to drawing, from the first second when I pick up the pen, I'm really drawing later.

After he entered art, his serious attitude made people appreciate and fascinate him unconsciously.

He drew very quickly, but he didn't finish it all at once. Instead, he finished each step very thoughtfully, and then turned around and started teaching Chen Xiaotu.

Teaching and teaching, Chen Xiaotu gradually became serious.

But talent is limited, even though there are big bosses demonstrating again and again, Chen Xiaotu still inevitably made mistakes when drawing lines, a stroke was wrong, and there was an extra line on the painting.

Chen Xiaotu was stunned for a moment, then turned her head in great disappointment, "I drew it wrong."

"The black is drawn to the middle of the petals..." After painting for two hours, it's almost the last color, "The painting is ruined."

She looked at He Hen dejectedly, and He Hen stared at her painting and comforted her: "It's okay, the color is not dry yet, you can add something else."

"What do you want?" She turned her head quickly, staring eagerly.

He Hen was stared at suddenly, and turned his head slightly, "The light black can be drawn as a shadow."

"How to draw?"

"It can be like this." He Hen added a touch of black to his painting, "Draw the shape of the petals, just mix it with water."

This is easy to say, but it is very difficult to operate. Chen Xiaotu was a little at a loss while holding the paintbrush.

The water on the painting is almost dry, and the painting will be ruined if it is not repaired.

He Hen pointed at the painting and asked Chen Xiaotu to write, but shook his head with his hands broken, "I can't draw like that."

He Hen laughed, and stretched out his hand.

He suddenly grabbed the back end of the pen in Chen Xiaotu's hand, moved the pen skillfully, and then slowly turned a corner on the paper, a black petal jumped off the paper.

As soon as the pen was turned, the others followed the pen and took a step naturally. Because of the smudge, his hand slid down a little.

The hands that looked like bamboo joints were slightly cold, Chen Xiaotu looked at the hands covering the back of his hands, and looked at He Hen who was turning sideways, as if he was encircling himself...his face turned red up.

(End of this chapter)