In Li Yi's somewhat surprised eyes, the scholar walked up to him, bowed his hands, and said in a slightly urgent tone: "Brother, I have something urgent at home. Can you help me look after this painting stall?"
I'll take care of things at home in a moment and I'll be back as soon as possible."
Li Yi could tell that this scholar must have really encountered something. Anyway, he was idle now. Liu Ruyi and the big man surnamed Fang didn't know when they would come over. They had nothing to lose by helping the scholar look at the stall.
You can still find a place to rest, so why not?
In the scholar's expectant eyes, Li Yi nodded.
"Thank you, brother!"
Seeing Li Yi agree, the scholar's face showed joy, said thank you, and left in a hurry.
After the scholar left, Li Yi walked to the painting stall, sat on a chair, picked up the book the scholar had just read, and started reading leisurely.
Within a few minutes, Li Yi shook his head and threw the book aside.
The books recorded are all biographies of some characters, which are boring and extremely boring. I don’t know how the scholar just read them with gusto.
Li Yi is just a fake scholar. It is still difficult for him to sit here and watch this thing motionless.
Casting his eyes on the table, he saw a completed painting. The painting showed a woman with a hibiscus-like face, a slim figure, and quite beautiful appearance.
I randomly pulled out a few paper tubes nearby and opened them to take a look. They were all completed paintings of figures, landscapes and the like. From a layman's point of view, this scholar's painting skills were not bad, but it is normal to think about it. Scholars of this era
, even if you are not proficient in reciting poems and painting, you are definitely good at it. Without two brushes, you would be embarrassed to say that you are a scholar.
Seeing the pens, inks and paints on the side, Li Yi couldn't help but feel itchy.
He has also digested a lot of books on painting techniques in the past few days, and he is still thinking that if he can't survive in the future, he will definitely learn from this scholar and set up such a painting stall on the street to sell paintings for a living.
Won't starve to death.
There was no rice paper in the village, and Li Yi had never found a chance to practice it. He rolled up the paintings on the table and put them aside. He pulled out a blank rice paper and dipped his pen in ink. After thinking for a while, he put the pen on the paper.
It was sketched.
After a while, the outline of a woman's face appeared on the paper.
Although the facial features have not been drawn yet, it is not difficult to tell just from the face shape that the person Li Yi wants to draw is Liu Ruyi.
“It’s my first time to draw a three-dimensional figure, so I’ll practice using her first.”
Thinking of Liu Ruyi's always cold face, a wicked smile appeared on Li Yi's face. When he started writing again, he began to describe the facial features and body shape.
Three-dimensional painting sounds difficult and looks very high-definition, but it is nothing more than the processing of light and shadow, the difference in proportion, and some composition techniques. As long as you have a little painting foundation, it is actually not difficult to master.
Although it was my first time to draw a three-dimensional figure, I had actually practiced it countless times in my mind. There was no pause when I started writing. In a short time, a woman who looked like Liu Ruyi appeared on the rice paper.
It's just different from ordinary paintings. The woman in the painting not only has a lifelike expression, no different from a real person, but is also a little more agile, as if she is about to step out of the painting at the next moment.
Most of the general three-dimensional paintings are through the control of proportions and the adjustment of light and shadow. They need to be viewed from a special angle to show the three-dimensional effect. Li Yi has made some weakening in this aspect, so that the three-dimensional effect is not so strong and extremely
The large one retains good proportions and creates a feeling of being ready to come out.
Those images that are too shocking are not so easy for people in this era to accept. Changes have to come bit by bit. This is just Li Yi's first small attempt.
After finishing the painting, Li Yi looked at it carefully for a while and nodded, expressing that he was quite satisfied with his work.
When he raised his head, he was suddenly faced with an unfamiliar face. Because Li Yi's movements were too abrupt, the other person didn't seem to react. The tips of their noses were only a few centimeters apart. If they were any closer, I'm afraid that after Li Yi came to this world,
The first kiss is about to be lost.
Especially since the other party is a man. Although this man looks a little bit handsome, if such a thing really happens, I am afraid he will be sick for at least ten and a half days.
"Who are you?"
Li Yi suddenly took two steps back, looked at the young man standing on the other side of the table with disgust, looking at Liu Ruyi's portrait with stunning eyes, and blurted out a question.
The young man who was dressed luxuriously and looked about the same age as Li Yi was still staring at the painting Li Yi had just completed. He admired a few words, "This painting is so strange. The woman in the painting seems to be walking away from the paper."
It’s the same as coming out…”
Li Yi curled his lips. Although this guy was dressed like a human being, he was still a country bumpkin who had never seen much of the world. He was just a three-dimensional painting, so he was surprised to be like this.
"This painting is quite peculiar." The young man murmured, then looked up at Li Yi and said with interest: "Use this style to paint one for me."
"Don't draw."
Li Yi didn't look at him at all. He said lightly and sat back on the chair. His waist was sore after standing for so long, but it was still comfortable to sit.
"Why?" The young man was stunned for a moment and asked.
"Sorry, the principle of my painting is to only paint women, not men." Li Yi said lazily.
The young man raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He obviously didn't expect that a scholar selling paintings on the street would have such rules. He looked him up and down and suddenly said: "One tael of silver."
"One tael of silver?" Li Yi's heart moved slightly when he heard this.
One tael of silver is almost equivalent to a thousand copper coins. At the current price, it is enough to buy two stones of rice.
One stone of rice weighs about 150 kilograms, which is enough to feed a family of four for a long time even if they eat rice every day.
Judging from the clothes this guy is wearing, he doesn't look like a poor man. The jade pendant hanging around his waist is probably worth a lot of money, so he shouldn't be tricking him.
But-----how can a man bend his back for a mere two stones of rice?
Li Yi shook his head: "I won't even draw a tael of silver."
"Five taels."
The young man saw that Li Yi was obviously moved just now, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said again.
"Five taels of silver, ten stones of rice..." The expression on Li Yi's face was tangled. After a long time, he squeezed out a few words from his throat, "I don't even want to draw five taels!"
A real man can't bend even if he's worth ten kilograms of rice!
"Twelve!"
The young man said again with an indifferent expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yi suddenly stood up from the chair. This sudden move shocked the young man. Seeing this scene, in a corner not far away, several figures squatting there to rest suddenly stood up.
Standing up, one hand couldn't help but touch his waist.
At this moment, Li Yi patted the young man's shoulder cordially and said with a smile: "When I saw Xiongtai for the first time just now, I felt a very familiar feeling. Looking back at it now, Xiongtai looks very much like me.
An old friend of mine, for this reason alone, why break the rules today?"
Seeing that the scholar opposite suddenly seemed to be a different person, the young man looked stunned and couldn't react for a while.
