If it is just a wrong drawing, then why are the things seen with the naked eye and the camera slightly different from the things seen with the spiritual consciousness?
It's like it's covered with a layer of gauze, vaguely visible, but not clearly visible.
The long-haired young man watched from the sidelines. Hearing Xu's painting method was the first time he had seen it in his life. The girl in front of him was simply a humanoid 3D printer. She was so inhuman. How on earth did she do it.
The young man was just curious, but who knew that Wen Xu stopped writing at this moment.
The young man felt cold, and his long, simple hair became messy in the mountain breeze, becoming more and more elegant and unruly. He looked at Wen Xu in surprise, "Why are you stopping? Why don't you paint?"
Wen Xu glanced at the towering Jiuding Peak in front of him, and a voice came out in his heart: He couldn't continue painting.
Otherwise, something will happen.
This thought came out without warning, like a drop of cold water falling into a hot pot. It had no reason, but it made people pay attention.
Of course Wen Xu could choose to ignore it, but Wen Xu chose to respect his intuition.
Nothing else.
On the cliff, the two huge characters carved with a sharp sword cannot be seen by the naked eye, cannot be photographed by a camera, and cannot be discovered by drones that come and go.
Only when Wen Xu uses his spiritual consciousness to release it can he detect it.
Then Wen Xu has reason to believe that it is not simple.
Hearing the urging from the long-haired young man next to him, Wen Xu calmly picked up the pencil again and quickly drew many bamboos on the cliff of Jiuding Peak. Not long after, three or five giant pandas appeared.
Beside the cliff, some were standing or standing, some were lying or lying down, and there was another head sitting high on a tree branch like a human being, slowly rubbing it...
"..."
The long-haired young man watched helplessly as Wen Xu turned a realistic sketch into a cartoon sketch. He was stunned for a moment. It took several seconds before the young man came back to his senses.
What a failure! What a failure!
The long-haired young man held it in again and again, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He shook his head and looked at Wen Xu in a difficult voice, "You... um..."
He considered his words and continued: "Your sketches are good, and your simple drawings are also okay, but don't you think that these two don't match well together?"
Moreover, where did the giant pandas come from in Jinding Mountain?
It's just a stupid drawing.
It is indeed a blind painting, but the problem is not big, "I paint with my heart, as long as I am happy."
The young man pointed at the giant panda in the painting with a twisted expression, "So, are you just making something out of nothing?"
"Then who can refuse Fluffy?" Wen Xu put away the painting, and also put away the sketch of Jinding Mountain that the long-haired young man had just given to her. "There are no giant pandas in Jinding Mountain, but this hinders
How many heads should I draw in the painting?"
"You are simply arrogant," the long-haired young man said, "You are sketching from life."
"I'm not a realist." Wen Xu was just trying to cover up the outline of Jiuding Peak that she had drawn with her spiritual consciousness before. Wen Xu said plausibly, "This is my artistic creation."
"Yeah?"
"Yes!" Yan Yue? What is Yan Yue? Why is there the word Yan Yue on Jinding Mountain? Qinglong Yan Yue Dao? Wen Xu rolled up the painting into a paper tube. She looked at the long-haired young man, "Don't you think the painting
After boarding the giant panda, did the whole scene become more lively?"
Haha, just be happy.
The long-haired young man said speechlessly: "It's quite lively."
No matter what the long-haired young man thought, Wen Xu decided to stay put for now and find a suitable time to find out more in the future. Wen Xu would not stay any longer in Jinding Mountain.
Wen Xu looked at the long-haired young man, "By the way, how do I pay?"
The long-haired young man was stunned, "What should you pay? My sketch? No, I keep my word. I will give it to you as promised. No money."
Although Wen Xu’s final painting was difficult to describe, as Wen Xu himself said, indeed, by painting a few small animals, the cold Jinding Mountain suddenly became much more lively.
Wen Xu said, "It's the pencil and sketch paper I just used."
"???" What the hell, how much money can you have? Look down on him?
The long-haired young man's face darkened, "One hundred yuan."
One hundred dollars?
It was too expensive, so I just used paper and pen.
But it was also said in Qi-Yin Jue that if you can cultivate yourself without owing favors, you won’t owe favors.
Wen Xu looked at the long-haired young man sincerely and said, "One knife strike, ten yuan."
When she is spending money these days, she can save whatever she can.
"..."
Don't say anything, just treat him as he responds.
Wen Xu saw the long-haired young man standing still. It would be very tedious to ask him to get the payment code. Fortunately, Wen Xu had banknotes in his hand.
Forget it, since he was so happy, she might as well add a little more.
After hearing the order, I was given twenty.
The long-haired young man: "..."
Wen Xu took the two paintings and walked away happily. On the long plank road, only the young man with long hair was left messy in the wind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Good guy, don't let me see you again!"
…
Sometimes things in the world are so irritating. Things you don't want to happen happen unexpectedly, and people you don't want to see happen to happen again.
Early the next morning, the long-haired young man opened the door, and the remaining sleepiness in his hazy eyes disappeared instantly.
The long-haired young man felt his eyes hurt terribly, "Why is it you again?"
Wen Xu also thought it was a coincidence. She looked at the frowning young man in front of her with a smile, "It's you, what a coincidence."
The long-haired young man frowned. He blocked the door and looked at Wen Xu unhappily, "Are you asking about me?"
Is it possible...
If the unhappiness on the long-haired young man's face was real, it would be like drying ink, becoming thicker and thicker.
Wen Xu was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the young man's words.
Why is she asking about him?
She doesn't buy paintings.
Wen Xu guessed that the long-haired young man might have misunderstood something, so he explained his purpose, "Are you Uncle Wu's grandson? Sun... hello, hello, is Uncle Wu here?"
This person must have done it on purpose.
Don't think he didn't hear that she was scolding him on purpose.
He said with a dark face, "You are looking for my grandpa? Why are you looking for my grandpa?"
Oh, it's my grandson.
Wen Xu smiled and said: "I'm here to send flowers. The camellias that Uncle Wu asked me to look at before are no longer a big problem. I'll send them back to him."
Send flowers? That’s it?
of course not.
"Isn't Uncle Wu here?" It doesn't matter if he's not here. Wen Xu felt that it was the same as what Uncle Wu's grandson said: "My flower shop will open early next Saturday. Please tell Uncle Wu that the new store has opened.
20% off discount, if you have time, please come and join us.”
That's it?
Old Wu's grandson Xu had just woken up. Due to static electricity, some hair strands wanted to leave Wu's grandson's scalp and fly into the sky. The young man pressed down his raised hair and said, "...address."