Chapter 346: Divine Work

It makes sense for Lin Tianchu to think so. No matter in any field, who stands at the top of the field has come up step by step through infinite hard work.

Unless the conscience is dark, some top figures in various fields will never laugh at the little people below, because they all know how hard it is to succeed, and they have suffered.

"Brother Lin, don't mind. That's how they are." Hua Rong was unhappy when she heard the laughter of the students and models around her. At the same time, she was afraid that Lin Tianchu would be unhappy and immediately comforted her.

Lin Tianchu smiled carelessly: "It's okay. Just do your best to do well in the exam later."

"Hmm."

As soon as Hua Rong agreed, the prep for the exam rang, and at this time, the college radio also rang, which was nothing more than announcing the official start of the exam and reading the exam rules.

Originally, Lin Tianchu didn't care to listen to it, but when it was mentioned on the radio that due to various reasons, the exam was adjusted, and the model only needed to show his upper body, and never show his lower body, so as not to make it a weathered case.

This requirement has been changed. Some people must be happy and some people are worried, especially those models who hire him back are all beautiful women, but there is a good opportunity to do it!

And there are some female candidates who are also disappointed after hearing the radio. As for the reason, you know!

Lin Tianchu exhaled and shouted luck in his heart. Then he took off his coat under the guidance of Hua Rong and put on a specific shape.

"Brother Lin, you must arrange it well. Because of my work, I want to draw all your masculinity, so your modeling is very important." Hua Rong said and guided at the same time.

According to her request, Lin Tianchu put on his upper body and did not sit on the stool. He put his four fingers in both trouser pockets, and his fingers were exposed. Because his hands were put in the pockets and shrugged up his shoulders, his trousers were a little low, adding a sexy but not explicit.

After Lin Tianchu put on the shape, Hua Rong also entered the state. At first, her composition was flying, but later, she drew more and more slowly.

The scars on Lin Tianchu's body and his resolute eyes made it difficult for him to write, especially the loneliness and mulberry that had been passed down for 800 years, which made it difficult for him to paint.

Fortunately, the level of Hua Rong is not low, and she is also a master of painting in the last life. With a little thought, she combined traditional Chinese painting with Western painting.

The Daqi of the traditional Chinese painting school and the delicacy of the Western painting school are exposed on his search for an ordinary HB carbon pen. The large picture is well constructed, and the details have also entered the state. It seems that there should be no problem with this painting, but...

"Brother Lin!" Hua Rong sighed.

Lin Tianchu remained motionless, maintained the original shape, and said, "What's the matter?"

"I can't draw?" Hua Rong put down his pen. Lin Tianchu was shocked and immediately asked urgently, "Why?"

Hua Rong walked to Lin Tianchu. Lin Tianchu couldn't move and could only follow her. As soon as she approached, her hand reached Lin Tianchu's chest and gently stroked: "Brother Lin, I left your scar. As long as I touch her, I will feel guilty. I can't draw it."

"Fool."

Lin Tianchu smiled bitterly and laughed at his carelessness. Originally, he thought that Hua Rong had forgotten the sins of his previous life and the mistakes he made as Mu Xuetong, but he didn't know it. In fact, she had always been pregnant.

"It doesn't matter. I have forgiven you." Lin Tianchu said gently, stretching out his hand to touch Huarong's hair, and the corners of Huarong's eyes were tearful.

"But..."

No, but Lin Tianchu didn't want her to continue to blame herself, so he didn't let her talk. He used the most direct way for modern people to express their feelings, bowed her head and kissed her.

"Uh-huh!" Hua Rong's whole body was softly kissed by this sudden kiss. He kissed so emotionally that there was no grudge. If so, she was still entangled in the past. Is it right for the man in front of her?

Stretching out his arms and hooking Lin Tianchu's back shoulders, his legs and heels sticking. The fierce kiss made Lin Tianchu forget where he was. It was also influenced by modern habits. His hand actually reached out to Huarong, and then...

"Ah!" Hua Rong was shocked, and Bao hurriedly struggled to open.

Lin Tianchu was not embarrassed, just because he knew that Mu Xuetong 800 years ago was still angry today and would not blame him for his rudeness.

Hua Rong blushed and said to Lin Tianchu, "Brother Lin, please swing back to the shape just now. Let's continue to draw!"

To be honest, Lin Tianchu still wanted to continue, but after hearing this request, he had to follow the order and reshape it again, and then Hua Rong continued her work.

The flower painting is very slow, one stroke, the row is also extremely slow, and the boundary between light and dark is handled carefully.

Fly white and leave black.

These painting skills also made him apply it. Slowly, Hua Rong seemed to find a feeling, and the writing became faster and faster, as fast as a cloud and moon.

Lin Tianchu's eyes condensed, and he found that Huarong's pen was actually 90% similar to his Jiangchuan crossing method, the same mixed nature, the same natural and smooth.

Slowly, the pen method similar to Jiangchuan crossed and slowly evolved to Wang Haidu. At this time, the pen was more idle and crazy, as if it was brewing, and finally innocent...

The huge waves turned up, and Hua Rong's pen became more and more powerful. Just looking at the back of the drawing board, Lin Tianchu could also feel a sea of surging.

Stop the pen, sharp!

Hua Rong finally stopped. With a pale face, she and the truncated tip of the pen were telling Lin Tianchu how much effort she spent on this portrait sketch.

"Is it done?" Lin Tianchu broke the silence.

Huarong nodded. Lin Tianchu could finally relax at this time. He walked over and looked at Zi Huarong's works. He didn't know how to draw. Naturally, he didn't know whether Huarong's brushwork was high or not. He only knew that when he saw his portrait, a different feeling surged to his heart: "This...it's me!"

"Hmm." Hua Rong nodded and said, "Brother Lin, sign your name here quickly, and then we will hand in the paper." Hua Rong pointed to the column of the model's signature on the border.

Lin Tianchu came to his senses and wrote his name on the painting with an oily pen. When he wrote his name, he still didn't believe it: "Is Huarong really painting me?"

"Brother Lin?" Hua Rong urged and smiled sweetly, "Let's go."

"Hmm." The two walked out of the single room, went to the middle-aged female examination teacher just now, and handed in Hua Rong's work. The invigilator was a little listless. Obviously, she was asked to sit here for four hours, which made her a little unhappy.

Therefore, she muttered as she rolled it up, "Why is it so fast? It's only been more than an hour. Classmate, you should know that a good painting is a day that hasn't been finished. You still have more than two hours to deepen, but you're wasting it!" The invigilator had a hateful expression: "Let me see your work!"

The invigilator began to look at the picture. The originally lazy expression changed, and he became shocked. He took a look at the painting and then looked at Lin Tianchu.

Her eyes kept shuttled back and forth between the painting and Lin Tianchu. Hua Rong saw the invigilator like this. Although she was very confident in her work, she still had to be nervous.

"Teacher, how about it?" Hua Rong asked.

The invigilator came to his senses, exhaled, and did not comment on whether it was good or bad. He said directly, "Well, you come back to this examination room at two o'clock at noon. At that time, we will score together and announce the results."

"Yes." Hua Rong answered. Lin Tianchu was puzzled and asked on the way, "How can the results be announced in the afternoon?"

"Brother Lin, you don't understand this. Appreciating painting is the first feeling. In the afternoon, the teacher who scores can give the score according to the feeling at a glance, and the speed will naturally be faster."

"So that's it!" Lin Tianchu suddenly realized and sighed in his heart that it was really like a mountain.

What he didn't know was that when he left, the invigilator who collected the papers became more distressed. She wanted to look at Huarong's painting again, but she didn't dare, just because she was afraid that such a work would make her feel lighter.

"Teacher, hand in the paper!" It was not until a female voice sounded that she realized that she looked at the time, and the girl who came to hand in the paper was only a few minutes later than Hua Rong.

But because of Hua Rong as a precedent, she no longer nagging the students too early to hand in the paper. She took it over and looked at it, and her eyes became suspicious again. She also looked at the girl's model next door in disbelief.