Chapter 393: The Lowest Score in History
But the sketch has no color, so the picture is inevitably monotonous, and it is too realistic and has no artistic conception.
It looks like a simple and rigid practice draft.
Gu Fei thought about it and began to add the background.
She drew a wisteria hanging from the right side of the picture. Sister Dan was sitting with a round fan and slightly tilted her head. On the left side, Gu Fei drew half of a lattice wooden door.
The straight lines of the wooden door contrasted with the softness of the wisteria in the wind, and echoed each other.
The woman at the golden section point of the picture sat by the door and looked at the wisteria, which created an artistic conception.
After Gu Fei finished painting, she put all the pencils and erasers into her bag and put them away.
Sister Dan couldn't help but move, looking at Gu Fei expectantly, "Is it done? Can I move?"
Gu Fei realized that she had forgotten to ask Sister Dan to get up, and she stuck out her tongue guiltily, "It's done."
She would not tell Sister Dan that she had started painting the background twenty minutes ago.
Sister Dan ran over excitedly. Seeing Gu Fei's painting, Sister Dan was stunned. It was a far cry from her impression of the painting.
But this painting, the person in the painting, is exactly her, too much like her, as if she was looking in the mirror.
But it looks better than looking in the mirror, with an indescribable charm.
Qin Ying had finished painting long ago and sat aside drinking tea.
Seeing Gu Fei put away his pen, Qin Ying stood up and walked over. When she saw what Gu Fei had painted, Qin Ying couldn't help but sneered, "You really don't have money to buy paint. Is this painted with charcoal? You don't mind it being dirty!"
Gu Fei thought to himself, you have good taste. Pencils are made of graphite, which is actually carbon, and has the same composition as charcoal.
Sketches were originally drawn with charcoal pencils.
She nodded to Qin Ying, "Yes, my family has been poor since I was a child, and I can't afford paper and pens. What can I do?"
Qin Ying covered her mouth with a fan and smiled, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Miss Gu will lose later, so don't cheat."
She waved to the maid and asked her to send the two paintings to the colorful pavilion next to her for the teachers to grade.
Su Chen hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, entered the colorful pavilion over there, and walked behind the teacher to look at the paintings.
He was considered a favorite in the academy and was deeply loved by the teachers, so he was a little rude at this moment, and the teachers didn't care.
The teacher first looked at Qin Ying's painting, touched his beard and nodded, then looked at Gu Fei's painting, and frowned, "What is this, is this also considered a painting?"
At this moment, Su Chen, who was standing behind the teacher, was stunned. Why is Xiao Fei's painting like this?
A teacher nearby also shook his head after seeing it, "This is a charcoal painting, although it is somewhat interesting, this kind of thing is not worthy of being presented in a formal hall."
There were a total of ten teachers who gave the score.
The first teacher thought about it and gave two points. The reason why he did not give zero points was that he thought the people and scenery in the painting were still quite realistic.
The second teacher gave five points. He felt that the painting was still quite interesting, and giving five points was also an encouragement.
Both gave Qin Ying eight points.
Su Chen saw the score and became anxious for a moment. He could not help but look at Gu Fei, shaking his head and waving his hands.
Gu Fei had already stretched her neck to look over here. When she saw Su Chen's expression and movements, her heart sank. It was over. The score must have been low.
What to do?
She lowered her eyes, her mind turned rapidly, and suddenly, she turned to Sister Dan and said, "Sister Dan, go to the shed over there and see which teacher has the painting. Then stand in front of him and shake."