Whether Ai Jing really likes art, Zhang Peng and Wu Yingda don't know, but according to Wu Yingda and Zhang Peng's precise calculations, Mi Wei is indeed a girl who likes art, music and other arts.

Many of Mi Wei's elective courses are film art appreciation, classical music appreciation, etc., and she often goes to art museums to learn oil painting. Wu Yingda said that Zhang Peng's five tones are not complete, and he has no research on music, dancing is like a big bear running naked, and singing is like selling baked cakes on the street. It's not bad to write two words, it's still a dragon flying phoenix dance, and it is estimated that there is a bit of potential for calligraphy and painting.

After analyzing it like this, Wu Yingda said again: "Zhang Peng, have you seen Daisy, it's the film made by Jun Jixian." ”

Zhang Peng said, "Is it a tertiary film? Wu Yingda said I'll it, Zhang Peng smiled and said, "Brother Da, I'm joking with you, isn't it the love film with a killer holding a juhua flower?" What are you doing with me, do you want me to pretend to be a killer? ”

Wu Yingda said, "I want you to think about the artistic conception of that film, if you think about a beautiful woman sitting quietly on the street in autumn and painting a picture for you, then you are tempted." Zhang Peng said, "Nonsense, if you don't paint for me, I agree to go to rent a house with her." ”

Wu Yingda said, "Men and women are actually the same. The idea for the beautiful encounter I designed for you next came from this daisy. Doesn't Mi Wei like art? If you appear in front of her with a sketchpad in the early morning or dusk of autumn, with a little sigh and vicissitudes of life, and then paint her a picture, it is estimated that she will soon fall under your jeans. ”

Zhang Peng said, "According to what you say, I have to go to practice and paint first?" ”

"Of course." Wu Yingda said, "You see that so many people chase Mi Wei, none of them can succeed, if you want to succeed, you must put on an extraordinary tune, otherwise the ending can only be as painful as this senior who wrote a memo and sold his failed love into ten chicken legs." Don't worry, I told a buddy in our club that he and a livestock in the art department who drew very well are friends of life and death, and I can take you to learn sketching tomorrow. ”

Zhang Peng said: "Brother Da, isn't it, I'm so touched by you doing this, how do you say I should repay you?" ”

Wu Yingda said: "MB, don't buy me steamed buns in the future, just buy siu mai or beef noodles instead." ”

Zhang Peng laughed and said, "No problem, now no matter what I buy, those wolf-like graduate students don't dare to rob me, for fear that I will be unhappy and all of them will be rounded, every time I let me cut the queue and don't say it, they also said to me after I bought it, big brother, you go slowly." ”

At this time, the two of them only felt high-spirited, and they only felt that the two of them were like Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang in front of Chibi, who were in front of thousands of troops and turned a blind eye, talking and laughing, and waiting for the battle to hide the Mi Wei Golden House, which was comparable to Xiao Qiao.

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It is said that Zhang Peng seems to have some talent in calligraphy and painting, and he just mixed with the senior of the art department who is known as the master of various genres such as the Hazy School, the Image School, the Fauvist School, the Abstract School, and the Pineapple School for two days, and the senior of the art department praised Zhang Peng for being very promising and very much in the style of when he was learning to paint.

Zhang Peng was deeply encouraged, he sharpened a bunch of pencils to draw cups and apples every day, and after mixing with the senior of the art department for more than a week, suddenly one day the senior said that you have almost learned and should be able to leave the school. You need to know that painting is not about the likeness but about the artistic conception, and you have done a good job in the artistic conception.

"Really?" Zhang Peng was overjoyed. "Damn!" The long-haired senior of the art department widened his eyes angrily, "Who still says that what I said is wrong?" People who understand art will appreciate you when they see your current paintings, genius is genius, and some people paint for a week is equivalent to a few years of work for others. ”

Zhang Peng thought about it, although the long-haired senior of the art department couldn't understand what he painted many times, he was indeed one of the leaders of the art department, and it was said that he would have an exhibition at the end of the year.

When I went out from the dormitory of the long-haired senior of the Department of Fine Arts, it was dusk, the dim street lamps were dim, the autumn was high and cool, and there seemed to be a romantic meaning floating in the air.

This Wu Yingda's tailor-made shape for Zhang Peng is really quite attractive, and in less than a stick of incense, three or four mm were attracted to it, and asked Zhang Peng, "This handsome pot~ What are you painting, can you let me see?" As a result, Zhang Peng put on a lustful expression, and then said, "I want to draw a [***], I don't know if this mm is interested in going to my dormitory" and scared away.

When it was almost half past six, Zhang Peng took a deep breath, and not far away, Mi Wei, who had long hair fluttering, appeared in Zhang Peng's sight holding a few books.

Walked over, walked over, Mi Wei, who really had an angelic face and a devil figure, really stopped when she passed by Zhang Peng's side, she looked at Zhang Peng's drawing board, smiled, and said, "Hehe, classmate, the Michael Jackson you drew is quite similar." ”

After finishing speaking, Mi Wei smiled slightly and walked to the door of the three houses with the book in her arms.

For a while, Zhang Peng forgot to say the line that had been prepared for a long time, "Why don't I help you draw a portrait." ”

It's not that Mi Wei's face is too moving, and it's not because it's the first time she talks to Zhang Peng, but because Mi Wei's words are too shocking.

Because before Mi Wei appeared, Zhang Peng was obviously painting Liu Xiaoqing, but Mi Wei said that it was Michael Jackson...

Zhang Peng couldn't wait to buy all the siu mai that night after returning to the dormitory, but Zhang Peng hadn't walked back to the dormitory and met Wu Yingda, as soon as he saw Zhang Peng hanging his head with a drawing board on his back, Wu Yingda was shocked and asked, "Zhang Peng, have you been to the girls' third house?" Have you seen Mi Wei? ”

Zhang Peng nodded and said, "Yes." Wu Yingda said, "It's miserable! I didn't expect you to be so fast. I also just got the news from my brother, who said that his buddy in the art department is very dissatisfied with you going to him every day, and the most important thing is that he likes to eat steamed buns, but you bring siu mai to him every day, so the animals in the art department don't want to teach you, so they make an excuse to let you go out... ”

Zhang Peng almost fainted to death with a sound, Wu Yingda immediately patted Zhang Peng and said, "It's okay, if you think there is still salvation, then we can only come up with a killer plan." ”

"What a killer feature."

"I've shown up, and of course I'm going to have a love letter."

"Love letters?" Zhang Peng said, "It's so old-fashioned, it is estimated that Mi Wei's dormitory can change a watermelon every day when she packs love letters and sells waste paper." ”

"Am I such an uncreative person?" Wu Yingda pinched a paper ball and threw it out gently, pointing to the place where the paper ball fell and said, see it, those people can only see so far, and then pinched a paper ball and threw it out vigorously, and someone shouted far away from the bottom of the building, Damn, when someone threw something and hit my head, Wu Yingda said, "I can at least read so far, our love letters, of course, will not be the same as them, of course will not have the same effect as them." ”