In the evening, Tang Song had a long dream.
In the dream, he became a young man who loved sketching and drawing.
At first, the lines were stiff and lifeless, and the images lacked layers and depth.
By reading art books and observing the works of masters, learning how they captured light and shadow, how they portrayed texture, and how they represented form, his skills improved bit by bit.
Starting with basic geometric shapes, he gradually transitioned to complex still lifes, human figures, and even dynamic scenes.
His fingers developed calluses, and his desk was piled high with dense stacks of drawing paper.
The lines from his pencil became smoother, the shading and handling of light and dark more delicate, and the compositions more harmonious.
Light and shadow danced on his paper, capturing the subtle changes in the characters' expressions.
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May 15, 2023, Monday, sunny, 21~34°C.
6 o'clock in the morning.
Tang Song sat up in bed and rubbed his somewhat sore forehead.
