After Murong Fei left the hotel, he wanted to buy a drawing board and some painting tools needed for sketching. But this is a tourist country, and there are no shops selling these things around the hotel.
“It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.”
Murong Fei touched the back of his neck, with a look of embarrassment on his face. At this time, a wandering painter who made money by sketching and portraits for tourists on the roadside caught Murong Fei's attention. Abroad, there are many such people who make money by sketching portraits for tourists.
There are wandering painters who draw sketches and portraits for tourists on the street; there are also street singers who play and sing with guitars on the street.
What interested Murong Fei was naturally not the wandering painter with a beard, an unadorned face, and ordinary clothes; what Murong Fei was interested in was the drawing board in front of him, and his painting tools.
A complete pencil case.
A young female tourist took over the newly drawn sketch from the wandering artist. She couldn't help but admire it, paid the money, put the sketch away, and turned around to leave happily.
After the wandering painter finished painting the female tourist, he did not go out to solicit business. He took out a pencil sharpener, trimmed the brush, put it back in the pencil case, and sat quietly waiting for the next business.
Murong Fei stepped forward and walked to the painting board of the wandering painter. Feeling that there was someone in front of him, the wandering painter raised his head and glanced at Murong Fei, then made a "please" gesture to him, gesturing for him to sit on the stool in front of the painting board.
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"NO,NO,NO."
Murong Fei shook his finger at the homeless painter, took out a 100 euro note from his pocket, and then told the homeless painter that he wanted to buy his drawing board and pencil case.
The wandering painter looked at the banknotes held between Murong Fei's fingers. He was stunned at first, and then his face showed a look of ecstasy. As if he was afraid that Murong Fei would regret it, he grabbed the banknotes from Murong Fei's hand, stood up and left, without even asking for a stool.
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The wandering painter makes sketches here to earn his own living expenses and travel expenses. Each sketch he draws costs 5 euros, and he may not be able to draw 20 sketches all day long. Now some people are willing to pay 100 euros to buy his own set
A sketch pad and brushes worth up to 20 euros would be rejected by homeless painters only if they are crazy.
Looking at the wandering painter who quickly disappeared on the street, Murong Fei shook his head slightly, put away his drawing board and pencil case and returned to the hotel. As for the two small folding benches, Murong Fei threw them away on the way back to the hotel.
Into the trash can.
The pencils in the pencil box were all used by wandering painters. Murong Fei simply trimmed them with a pencil sharpener. He sat in front of the window, set up a drawing board, and used the Administrative and Financial Center building as his practice object.
"Chachacha..."
The pencil rubbed back and forth on the sketch paper, making a slight sound. With a few simple strokes, the outline of the administrative and financial center building was outlined on the sketch paper. Murong Fei switched back and forth between several pencils of different hardness to complete the
The work in front of you.
Although there are only rich colors, Murong Fei skillfully used various types of pencils and used pencil lines of different shades to express the administrative and financial center building on the sketch paper. Compared with the colorful oil paintings, the colors of the sketches are very
It's simple, but anyone who sees the architecture on Murong Fei's painting board will admit that it is a good work.
After completing the final trimming, Murong Fei put down the pencil in his hand, took the sketch paper off the drawing board, compared it with the administrative and financial center building in the distance, sighed and said: "My hand is raw, and the drawing is not as good as before.
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"It's all painted like this, what else do you want?" Lin Xiaoyang, who was leaning on the bed and pressing the TV remote control boredly, rolled his eyes and said, "If you search throughout the military region, who else can you find the barrel of a gun?
Are you as sneaky a sniper as you are with the pen?"
"My level is barely up to the level I was at when I took the art exam back then." Murong Fei said, "You don't know, back then my girlfriend and I..."
Mentioning his ex-girlfriend, Murong Fei's eyes flashed dimly, and then he closed his mouth and said no more. Even after so many years of separation, there is always a corner in Murong Fei's heart called "Zheng Qian"
Woman's shadow.
Lin Xiaoyang joined the Longyin Army late, and he only knew a little about Murong Fei's past. After all, those were the scars of Murong Fei's past. Although Lin Xiaoyang was curious, as a brother, he did not expose Murong Fei's scars. Now Murong Fei takes the initiative
Mentioning it aroused Lin Xiaoyang's curiosity.
Lin Xiaoyang put down the TV remote control in his hand and asked Murong Fei: "Wuchang, how did you and your girlfriend break up? Of course, if you don't want to tell me, just pretend I didn't ask."
"It all happened a long time ago, and there is nothing that cannot be said." Murong Fei took out a snack from the bar drawer, unpacked it, threw one into his mouth, recalled it, and said:
"She and I are high school classmates, in the same grade and in different classes. Our school has art exam classes and general high school classes. She is in the art exam class, and I am in the general high school. With my grades, I don't need to take the exam at all.
It was very easy to take the exam in a painting and art school, not to mention the first-class undergraduate courses in the country. But at that time, I had a brain twitch and fell in love with her at first sight.
The top class went to the art exam class. At that time, my teachers, relatives and friends all said that I was stupid, but I thought it was worth it. We also established a relationship in high school. She did not do well in the cultural class, and I
I tutored her in cultural classes, she taught me painting, and we agreed to take the exam to the same university in the future."
"After passing the unified art examination, she was still a few points short of being admitted to the same school as me in the final college entrance examination. We studied in two different schools. Our love was equivalent to a death sentence, but at that time
I still didn’t believe it until I took a car to the school in a neighboring city to find her and saw her walking into a restaurant arm in arm with another boy. I didn’t believe it was over between us. Later, when the army was recruiting soldiers, I signed up and joined the army.
I joined the Longyin Army out of nowhere. Now, when I think about it carefully, I think it’s incredible that I joined the Longyin Army.”
Murong Fei chuckled lightly. Lin Xiaoyang, who was next to him, still noticed that there were dots of crystals in the corners of Murong Fei's eyes. First love is the sweetest, but also the most hurtful.
"Did you see her again later?" Lin Xiaoyang asked.
"I met her once." Murong Fei recalled: "Before I was recruited into the Longyin Army, I met her once when I went home."