In the world of sword and magic, there is a kind of "reflection stone", which is used to temporarily record dynamic pictures and sounds. Wizards use it to communicate information. There are also some magic items that can display moving patterns and sounds, as well as puppets, constructs, etc.
Activated items.
But these things only consider whether they are useful, and never consider whether they truly reflect the real thing. All the paintings Zhou Qingfeng saw from the elf paintings are similar to Western oil paintings in the real world, and are not sophisticated enough to be photographed.
The oil painting version of the goddess Angelis is beautiful, but not realistic enough. The composition is too solemn and sacred, lacking dynamic spirituality.
"Xili, I want to transform all these paintings into a live-action style. What do you think?"
“What does the live-action style look like?”
"It just looks like a real goddess appearing in front of you. I hope to make a live short film in the image of the goddess Angelis."
"What's a short film?"
"It's a continuous picture, and the characters will move in the picture."
Zhou Qingfeng explained for a long time, but Xili was still puzzled. On the contrary, his confidence increased greatly, which at least showed that animation had never appeared. "With the theme of 'Goddess' Smile', ten paintings were selected from hundreds of paintings to evolve, and then
Get a dynamic picture."
"This sounds like a reflection stone." Healy seemed to want to persuade her.
The Reflection Stone was introduced in Occultism, and Zhou Qingfeng said disdainfully: "There are indeed three-dimensional pictures in the Reflection Stone, but they are not clear, the characters' movements are stiff, and they lack an emotional story structure."
The pictures projected in the reflection stone can at best reach the level of the silent film era, with rough and mottled characters and jumpy movements. What Zhou Qingfeng wants is obviously a step further. But to meet his requirements, he must first have a skilled painter.
Opening the door of time and space, Zhou Qingfeng stepped into the real world holding several paintings of goddesses with their frames removed. When he returned to Nantou Township, he first called Professor Zheng Ping and asked Tianyang City if he could find a master who knew how to paint, preferably one
Someone who knows how to draw women.
"Tianyang Normal University has a special art department. Let me ask you." Professor Zheng is also from the academic circle after all. After asking around, he quickly gave a phone number and an address. "You must know how to draw women. How can you draw women?"
There is one in there, but..."
Professor Zheng didn't say much. He knew Zhou Qingfeng was weird. As for "but", this young man had a lot of "but".
"Ouyang Jun, a lecturer in the Art Department of Tianyang Normal University, should be very young." Zhou Qingfeng put down the phone and picked up the piece of paper he was copying. Professor Zheng didn't give much information, and he had to go there in person.
Tianyang City is not a good place, but there are still a few universities. The normal school, medical school, and metallurgical school are somewhat well-known in the area. The normal school must have an art major, but I don’t know what the level is?
Zhou Qingfeng’s plan is to find someone to make an animated short film and then use an old-fashioned projector to reflect it. But Tianyang does not have a film and television industry, so this will definitely not work. However, there are some tricks in arcana that can solve similar problems. What he has to do first
Find someone who can draw.
I went to the art department office of the school, but Ouyang Jun was not there. But he had a separate studio, and there was a marriage notice posted on the door. Judging from the photo on the notice, this man was short, slightly fat, and wearing glasses.
An artist's characteristic messy hair.
"Ouyang Jun, twenty-seven years old, has no bad hobbies, is good at Western body art, works in the system, and has a stable financial income. If I want a woman to spend the rest of my life with, there are no requirements, just a female."
Just the female one?
This person’s requirements are really low..., but it doesn’t look very reliable no matter how you look at it!
The studio was unlocked, and several students came in and out. When they heard that someone was looking for Teacher Ouyang, they all looked strange. Zhou Qingfeng asked the students if they could see the teacher's paintings, and immediately saw a few sketches placed in the corner.
.
They are all naked..., everyone knows that.
Zhou Qingfeng doesn't understand art, so it's difficult to judge whether it's good or bad. He can only say that some of Mr. Ouyang's hobbies may be beyond the acceptance of the current society. The female breasts he painted... are a bit exaggerated.
After waiting in the studio for a long time, Ouyang Jun was not seen, and he did not know where he had gone. Now that there is no mobile phone, it is very inconvenient to communicate with people. Seeing that it was almost afternoon, Zhou Qingfeng could only try to go to this place.
Find the teacher's residence.
Ouyang Jun rented a private house near Tianyang Normal University. Zhou Qingfeng went to the address and found that it was an ordinary residential building. He climbed up the dark corridor, confirmed the house number and knocked on the door for a long time. The landlord ran up from downstairs.
....
"Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for Ouyang Jun."
"He was arrested by the police station."
"Ah..., why?"
"He ran up to the roof of the building in the middle of the night and peeped at his daughter taking a bath across the street. He was discovered by someone. He screamed and everyone in the building came out to catch him. He also denied that he was studying the stars on the roof of the building, but it was cloudy that night.
"
This..., as for that?
Zhou Qingfeng instantly regretted coming here. Where was the art lecturer he was looking for? He was clearly a pervert. Under the gaze of the landlord looking at his accomplice, he silently went downstairs, not even daring to raise his head.
When we walked downstairs, the landlord pointed at a young woman hanging clothes in the opposite building and said, "Well, that's the girl who was peeping. Young man, tell your friend, he really has bad eyesight."
The girl who was spied on was as tall as a flower, which made Zhou Qingfeng frown even more. His face heated up with embarrassment, and he explained to the landlord in a low voice, "You are mistaken, I am not Ouyang Jun's friend, and I don't even know him.
"
The landlord sneered, obviously not believing him, "Then why are you looking for him?"
"I want to contact him about some business matters. But now that I think about it, forget it." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to put aside the relationship and leave quickly, but he couldn't stand this scene.
With these words, the landlord got excited. He grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and said, "Do you have a business? Can you make money? Ouyang Jun hasn't paid rent for two months, give him a chance. Let him make some money at least."
The rent is paid."
I..., Buddha is compassionate!
There is no reason for such a thing to happen, it is simply a disaster falling from the sky.
Doesn’t that guy have a serious job? How could he have no money to pay the rent?
No matter how he explained it, it was useless. Zhou Qingfeng tried to get away but almost had his sleeve ripped off. The landlord forcibly took him to the nearby police station. With such an eager attitude, if he didn't go, he might be regarded as Ouyang Jun.
Similar alarms.
When he saw Ouyang Jun, he was huddled in the corner of the detention room of the police station. He was greasy-haired, sluggish, and depressed. Zhou Qingfeng called someone to intercede, and Ouyang Jun was released by the police uncle.
After being introduced by the landlord, Ouyang Jun got to know Zhou Qingfeng, who took the initiative to find him. He responded with a slumped head: "Looking for me? Can you borrow some money first? I have lost all my living expenses this month."
Hahaha... Is this justified? I was really just passing by!
Uncle Zhou was about to burst into tears. This was indeed a charity event. But everything happened and the landlord was still watching. He could only find a restaurant on the roadside to treat Ouyang Jun to a meal of noodles.
Ouyang Jun's face probably hadn't been washed for several days. It had a lot of oil secretion and looked greasy. He also had long hair and had the temperament of an artistic young man. When I asked him afterwards, he said he didn't have money to get a haircut.
Now that I have money, I just want to shave my head.
After eating half of the egg noodles, Ouyang Jun seemed to have regained consciousness. He raised his head and asked: "This...brother, what do you call me? What do you want from me?"
"Ouyang, be serious. This boss is looking for you to discuss business." The landlord, who was still following him, said hurriedly. He stared at Zhou Qingfeng in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.
Because Uncle Zhou felt that he couldn't come in vain, he might as well prepare dinner - so there was a pile of bowls on the table.
It was also noodles. Apart from the noodles, Ouyang Jun’s bowl contained at most an egg. Zhou Qingfeng’s bowl contained eggs and meat, a double portion. He even ate five bowls in one go. The roadside stall owner was dumbfounded and came to eat.
Many students in the interview were also surprised.
Ouyang Jun glanced around the noodle shop. Many people were paying attention to Zhou Qingfeng. He asked lazily: "What business are you talking about?"
"I want to find someone to do some paintings, especially those of Western women." Zhou Qingfeng said angrily, "I heard that you seemed to be good at this, so I wanted to come over and have a chat. I looked for you everywhere, but I didn't expect you to be at the police station.
"
Ouyang Jun sighed at this, "Oh..., life is difficult!"