Chapter 609: Saving a Substitute
He sat in the sunset.
The silhouette is slender and the shirt is transparent.
The slender fingers casually hold the pencil, like an elegant young conductor holding a baton.
The brush follows his thoughts and his gaze, painting on the white paper like flowing water.
These strokes are sunshine.
These strokes are windows.
These strokes are tables.
These few strokes are the drawing board and paper.
The boundary between light and dark extends on the discarded drawing paper on the ground, exuding a quiet and inexplicably decadent feeling.
Under the young man's rustling pen, time and sunset seem to have texture.
Under the fluffy and soft black hair, the amber eyes looked at the drawing paper with a gentle concentration.
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Shen Pianpian stood in front of the camera, her mouth involuntarily opening into an O shape.
The director looked at the close-up of the drawing paper in another shot and couldn't help but show a look of joy.
Even the assistant couldn't help but say,
"This is much better than the stand-in painting we prepared before."
The director nodded repeatedly and continued to look at the camera, unwilling to move his eyes away even for a second.
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The filming continues.
In just a few minutes, the studio under the sunset came to life on the paper. Even compared to reality, the simple pictures outlined with gray lines on the paper made people feel an indescribable sense of emptiness.
It is empty, yet it hides complex and obscure emotions.
Just as the boy was about to add the final strokes to the painting, the door suddenly made a noise.
As if he was suddenly awakened from a quiet world, the boy stood up suddenly, not even caring about the pencil that fell to the ground.
He was about to rush out.
However, he had only taken two steps when he entered the bedroom and half-opened the door. The woman's stern and rigid voice sounded after the door opened.
"Why is the studio door open? Wen Lueyan! Come out right here!"
Behind the bedroom door, the boy held the door handle, closed his eyes and exhaled, a look of irritation flashing across his face.
But he quickly calmed down and walked out, looking expressionlessly into the beautiful woman's stern eyes.
"It only took a few minutes."
"Can't you memorize a few more words in these few minutes? Aren't these minutes enough for you to review your poetry and dictation? Aren't these minutes enough for you to review your physics formulas? You could use these minutes to improve your test scores, but you chose to waste them on drawing! Don't you deserve the hard work your father and I put in to support your education and send you to cram school for so many years?"
The young man lowered his head in silence. A black shadow fell on his face, making it impossible to see his expression. All that could be seen was the stiff lines of his tense jawline.
"I don't think you can do it!"
The woman frowned as she said this and walked over to close the studio door.
"From today on, I'm going to lock up my studio! Don't even think about setting foot in here again before the college entrance exam!"
The young man turned his head slightly. The quiet sunset and the unfinished drawing paper in the room swayed slightly in the sound of the door closing, and then were locked behind the door mercilessly.
His vision was blocked, the afterglow faded, and only numbness remained in his amber pupils.
As if he was too lazy to say a word, he turned and walked into his bedroom, sat down in front of the desk piled with books and test papers, opened his schoolbag, and took out more blank test papers.
The clock hanging on the wall was ticking.
Time becomes dull and boring.
He was completely buried in the endless exercises.
The sound of cooking began to come from the kitchen.
In half an hour, his father would be home, and his mother would discuss today's events with him. Then the two of them would give him serious criticism together at the dinner table, and the same old clichés would be brought up again.
After dinner, he would dive into the sea of homework again, and his parents would even step carefully so as not to disturb him.
He has been living this repetitive and boring life for a long time.
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