Chapter 184 - Fast Learner (2/2)
“Hello, Meng Fatty!”
Along the way, they ran into a lot of people who greeted Meng Fan, and even those who didn’t say hello also looked at him a few times.
At Bai Zhi’s concert yesterday, the largest audience group by far was the student and faculty from the Academy. Most of them had watched it, and those who didn’t catch up with the videos, especially the two songs that Meng Fan sang.
In addition, the video of Meng Fan’s two songs on Weibo had received a high number of shares and retweets. It was even popular on some short video sharing platforms.
It was a pity that these clicks and retweets couldn’t be converted into viewers. Otherwise, Meng Fan didn’t even need to study sand painting for the double eleven gala since that would have completed the task already.
“Those who don’t know probably think you’re famous.”
As they left the school, she said with a smile and pointed toward a direction before walking there. Not long after, they reached a neighborhood near the school. Coincidentally, Wen Wan’s studio was in the same neighborhood as Meng Fan. Although they weren’t in the same building, they were only one unit apart. If he really looked, he could see the studio from his apartment.
Wen Wan’s sand painting studio was called Wen Wan Sand Art. It occupied the second and third floors with a relatively large surface area. The third floor was for meetings, guests, research, and some teaching. The second floor was mostly used for practice and other creative functions.
“Ding.”
Wen Wan took Meng Fan into the second-floor studio and spoke to a guy who had been tossing sand. “I don’t have to introduce him, do I? Can you take him around to familiarize with the tools, and teach him some basics for sand painting as well. I’ll be joining you two in a moment.”
She then turned to Meng Fan. “If you want to know anything just ask him.”
After this, she headed for the third floor.
“Hello, iron hero!”
Ding was a student from the academy as well; of course, he knew Meng Fan.
More than half of Wen Wan’s students at this studio were from HuaXia academy. A quarter of them were graduates from the academy, and a handful of the rest was from the National Art Academy.
Wen Wan was just like Qin Jiao when it came to helping students.
Of course, the academy was still the best resource for studios like these. If one didn’t pounce when the treasure was right under their nose, where else would one go?
Ding asked him a few curious questions and then began to introduce the tools once he got a better understanding of Meng Fan. The most important tool out of these was the sand used for the art.
The sand came in several different types and colors to satisfy various requirements.
Ding had been learning sand painting since his first year at the university and entered Wen Wan’s studio in his second year. He was legitimately Wen Wan’s student and was already appearing solo at several performances at the beginning of this year. His foundations were solid, and he was a creative guy. And slowly but surely, he developed his own style.
Naturally, he was very professional.
After introducing Meng Fan to the tools, Ding began to teach him starting from the basics since he knew Meng Fan had zero foundations, to begin with.
He talked for a dozen or so minutes as he acted out the techniques.
“The basics for sand painting include spreading, like this…Then it’s spreading… dotting…”
Ten more minutes later, Ding let Meng Fan try it out himself.
After explaining the basics, one naturally had to try it out on their own. He grasped the sand and began to ‘paint’. This way, he would be able to better digest the knowledge; otherwise, the lesson would just go through one ear and out the other.
About two hours later, Wen Wan went down the stairs and entered the studio. “It took longer than I thought. Coincidentally it’s dinner time, you guys can pick it up after we eat. You understand the basics right?”
At this time, Ding’s expression was a bit strange. “Professor, uhm, he already completed an entire painting on his own…”