The experience of reaching 50 yards on a longboard is not necessarily something you can get when driving a car at 150 yards.
There is no outsourcing design. In the final analysis, a longboard is composed of a board surface, wheels, bridges and bearings. Stepping on it is a direct contact between the body, the air, and the speed.
In the early morning, the quiet winding road in Wenxi Mountain was vacant. Yu Nian faced the wind and felt the unspeakable thrill of cornering and acceleration in places with many curves and steep slopes. When returning to the long and gentle slope, he felt
Very calm and at ease.
His mind was empty and he was only concentrating on the road in front of him, which was a good feeling.
When the longboard stopped at the foot of the mountain, seven or eight minutes had passed.
He put away the longboard and walked to the cable car.
When we got on the cable car again, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight coated the sunny side of the mountain with a golden rim.
The petals of the crape myrtle tree float far away. Looking down from the cable car, each one is fluttering in the wind, like a red butterfly.
Deng Jingwei was waiting for him at the top of the mountain cable car. He was relieved to see that he had returned safely.
After helping Yu Nian down, he looked up and down carefully and asked again: "Did you fall?"
Yu Nian shook his head. This trip just now was to let his body get familiar with the new longboard, and he had some reservations in terms of speed and skills.
After completing one-third of the class training in the system space, he was able to complete more difficult curve drifts and steep downhill slides on the towering mountain simulated by the system.
Although the strength honed in the system space cannot be fully returned to the real body for the time being, this asymmetry in difficulty allows Yu Nian to completely relax mentally.
He longs to hit higher mountains, steeper slopes, and more terrifying curves in reality.
Suppressing this surging mood, Yu Nian planned to practice two more times before there were more tourists.
On that trip just now, he had already established trust and connection with the longboard under his feet.
After skating three or four more times, when Yu Nian noticed that the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the mountain road began to increase, he put away his longboard and waved Deng Jingwei down the mountain.
Today happens to be the weekend, so there are more tourists than usual.
The goal of getting familiar with the longboard has been achieved. Yu Nian plans to stop here today and come back to full-day training when there are no people around during the working day.
"What are we going to do next?"
After witnessing Yu Nian's longboard with his own eyes, Deng Jingwei looked at him with eyes that could be described as worship.
"Go make money." Yu Nian replied.
Deng Jingwei: “??”
Yu Nian's eyes fell on the portable drawing board that he was told to hold obediently.
The longboard equipment empties the wallet, and this is not a one-time thing.
As the amount of subsequent training increases, this is not like the board and protective gear in the system that never wear out. Let alone the board and bridge, the wheels, gloves and protective gear, etc., will wear out very quickly, and they will wear out in a few days.
Need to be replaced once.
Especially since he was playing downhill, the degree of wear and tear was even greater.
The next step is to complete the task of system release and participate in the Tianmen Mountain Longboard Downhill Open. Even the previous travel expenses may not be enough.
These are all very real issues.
Now that he is being hidden by the company, Yu Nian can only find ways to make money as a buffer.
It just so happened that the system freed him from the constraints of plot in painting.
The two of them returned to the foot of the mountain, and by this time there were already more tourists.
There are many stalls selling breakfast and ice cream and herbal tea at the foot of the mountain.
Yu Nian found a place to change out of his leather clothes and protective gear, and put on his glasses and hat.
He found a place next to a stall selling pancakes, unfolded the portable drawing board and set it up, and took out the paper and pens from the drawer of the drawing board compartment.
He was about to write on the paper, but when he thought that his handwriting was still crooked and unreadable, Yu Nian put away his pen and looked at Deng Jingwei: "Write a word for me."
Deng Jingwei took the pen and asked: "What to write?"
"One picture -" Yu Nian pondered for a moment and continued, "Write 'portrait sketch, one picture for one hundred', these eight words."
Deng Jingwei obediently wrote well. His handwriting was not very beautiful, but it was quite neat.
Yu Nian expressed satisfaction and clipped the paper to the back of the easel.
He comes from an artistic family and has extremely outstanding talents, but he does not have the aloofness and self-restraint.
In the past, his paintings were very popular and expensive. It was like a joke to measure the value of those paintings by a hundred dollars a picture.
But at this time, Yu Nian was like a down-and-out painter, selling paintings to make a living, and Yu Nian didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Deng Jingwei glanced at him and asked, "Can you still draw?"
If you are confident enough to sell your paintings for money, your level should be pretty good...
I just never heard that Yu Nian has this talent.
If it were true, Liu Chuan would have had to do some marketing and publicity in the past.
Deng Jingwei had some doubts about the authenticity of his level.
"I know a little bit," Yu Nian said.
"Then what time do you plan to paint until?" Deng Jingwei asked.
"Close the stall after the drawing paper is finished."
Deng Jingwei touched Yu Nian's stack of drawing paper. It was not thick and looked like twenty or thirty sheets.
One hundred for a painting, two or three thousand for this painting. Is the money so easy to earn?
You won’t be able to sell even one piece in a day, right??
The uncle at the pancake stall next to him glanced at Yu Nian and said, "I've never seen you before. Is this your first time setting up a stall?"
Setting up a stall... is not impossible, it is just a temporary necessity of life.
Deng Jingwei endured it and said nothing.
Yu Nian nodded slightly towards his uncle.
The uncle cheerfully taught Yu Nian his business experience: "We in Wenxi Mountain are more crowded on weekends, but on weekdays there are more people in the morning and evening."
He looked at Yu Nian for a moment and then exclaimed, "Young man is really handsome."
Yu Nian wore a hat and plain glasses, so it was difficult to see his face clearly, but when he raised his head to speak, the superior features of his face unceremoniously exuded charm.
He is not difficult to get along with, and anyone who comes to talk to him will get a friendly response. But when you want to go further, you can detect the distant temperament and vague indifference in his body.
The uncle chatted with Yu Nian for a while, and did not rest until the business at the stall started to get busy.
Shaking his head, Deng Jingwei saw that the weather was getting hotter and greeted Yu Nian: "I'll buy you a bottle of water."
While he was going to buy water, someone noticed Yu Nian.
A young couple looked over. The girl's eyes showed curiosity. The boy next to her looked at her, held hands and walked to Yu Nian.
"Can you draw a picture for me and my girlfriend?" he asked.
The girl tugged on his sleeve and whispered: "No need. I am just learning painting. Why am I wasting money?"
She is a student at the School of Fine Arts at a nearby university, and she usually receives extra money to draw portraits and the like.
Portrait sketching is something that can be done quickly and only takes a while. Girls think the price is not worth it.
The boy smiled, touched her head and said, "You always draw pictures for others, this time let them draw one for us too."
His eyes fell on the piece of paper, "Is it two hundred to draw two people?"
The boy looked at Yu Nian a little nervously and touched his pocket unconsciously with his fingers.
Yu Nian looked at them: "No, one hundred is enough."
He picked up the brush and said, "If you are satisfied, I will give you money. If you are not satisfied, I will give you the painting."
Seeing that Yu Nian was about to start painting, the couple held hands and leaned together.
Yu Nian glanced at them, looked away, picked up the pen and started drawing directly on the paper.
Then he never looked up at them again, as if he already had the scene in mind.
The girl's eyelids twitched, and her heart skipped a beat when she heard the swiping sound of paper and pen.
This, I don't even have to observe the subject carefully, just draw directly with the brush, it would be a bit too confusing!
Seeing that his girlfriend didn't look right, the boy whispered in her ear: "He said he wouldn't charge if he wasn't satisfied."
The girl looked relaxed now.
When Deng Jingwei came back, he was a little surprised to see that someone actually asked Yu Nian to paint.
He came over and put the water next to him. He also took a bottle, opened it and drank it.
Thinking about how Yu Nian's painting was going, he glanced over from the corner of his eye and saw that Deng Jingwei choked out a mouthful of water.
He coughed violently and looked at Yu Nian, who was not affected by his movements at all, with blurred eyes.
The uncle at the pancake stall next to him glanced over and said "Ouch".
Several customers waiting for pancakes next to the stall couldn't help but come over to watch the fun. You looked at me, I looked at you, their eyes were a little surprised and eager to try.
"This painting..."
"This guy is so handsome, my God!"
"When he finishes this painting, I will try it too."
Yu Nian finished the drawing quickly, gave a look to Deng Jingwei who had just coughed, took off the thumbtack on the drawing paper, and asked: "Are you okay?"
Deng Jingwei: "...No."
Yu Nian nodded, looked at the couple, and handed the painting to them: "The painting is done."
"So fast..." The girl muttered, took the painting, and was stunned when she saw the figure above.
The lines on the paper seem to be alive.
What was painted was not the cuddling posture the two people had just assumed, but the scene when they were walking towards Yu Nian.
She pulled her boyfriend's sleeves disapprovingly and told her not to waste money, and her boyfriend touched her head to comfort her.
The girl was in a daze, remembering that during the studio training, the teacher once said that her sketches lacked tension.
At that time, she was thinking about what tension was, and she observed the objects more carefully. She took the photos and drew them carefully, looking for shapes bit by bit, but the sketches she drew were always a bit uninteresting.
Now she knows what's wrong.
It's fresh.
She thought of what the painter teacher said when he took them out to collect scenery: "The outside world is moving, children are crying and making noises and running on the street, adults carry spittoons and go out to wash, and if it is going to rain, hurry up and collect quilts and clothes... They don't
Maybe it will sit there quietly like a plaster statue in a studio, allowing you to work on it for a few hours."
It's all moving.
So what exactly is the tension to be expressed?
It's fresh.
Sketch, sketch, has the word "speed" in it.
Unlike sketching, it does not have enough time to use lines and shadows to depict and express the texture and details of different objects.
What can be captured and expressed is the vividness of that moment.
The painter wearing a hat painted quickly, imprinting the moment he saw in his mind.
Don’t pose the model specially, and don’t think over and over again.
His lines are rough, bold, and without any sloppiness.
The people in the painting are moving, and the rough picture contains the love of a young couple.
The girl's eyes fluctuate.
The boy didn't know whether the painting was good or bad. He just felt that he liked the painting very much.
But this painting seems a bit simple? It is very different from the complex and delicate paintings my girlfriend painted before. I don’t know if the one hundred yuan is a loss or not in my girlfriend’s eyes.
The boy opened the payment software, scanned Yu Nian's code, and entered one hundred in the amount column.
The girl glanced at it, took out her mobile phone and sent a hundred yuan red envelope to the boy.
"Two hundred." The girl looked at the boy's questioning gaze and said with a smile, "Let's aa."
After hearing the prompt that the payment was successful, the girl carefully held the painting, waved to Yu Nian and Deng Jingwei, and then left.
After they left, the people who had just watched Yu Nian's painting immediately lined up.
Deng Jingwei was stunned: "One ticket takes five minutes, two hundred yuan per ticket... This money is so easy to earn??"
Before he could calculate the profit, he babbled twice and whispered secretly, "We can't be so hopeless. We Yu Nian want to be famous all over the country, and tens of millions of endorsements will come easily!"
Deng Jingwei clenched his fists and encouraged himself.
Looking next to him, Yu Nian started painting again.
Thinking that his own artists were so poor that they were selling paintings to make money, Deng Jingwei began to feel ashamed of his incompetence.
There’s no way around not getting a job like this...
On Thursday, members of the S Mayor Downhill Downhill Association got into minibuses and drove slowly to the top of Wenxi Mountain.
"This time, the president is treating us to a three-day tour at Wenxi Mountain. Everyone will eat and drink well!"
"Hey, don't mention it. The slope and curves of Wenxi Mountain are quite suitable for downhill riding. Let's compare after dinner?"
"Bibi! I feel uncomfortable if I don't go uphill for a day."
A group of people were laughing and chatting. Wu Qian, the association president who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the crape myrtle flowers falling on the ground outside the window and felt a headache as he pressed his temples.
"Have a good rest and fun these days, and then I will devote myself to preparing for the competition."
As soon as he said this, the people in the car suddenly sighed.
What event? Of course it is the Tianmenshan Longboard Downhill Open, which is the highest level in the domestic longboard downhill field.
Tianmen Mountain, the Avenue to the Sky. It is a real winding road to the sky.
The total length is 10.77 kilometers, but there are 99 turns, with an average of one turn every 100 meters, and there are endless 180-degree sharp turns.
The altitude rises sharply from 200 meters to 1,300 meters. The Tongtian Road takes advantage of the mountain altitude to soar up, like a dragon soaring. It can be called the best highway spectacle in the world.
It is said that if you climb this avenue to the sky, you can go up the ladder to heaven and have a glimpse of the spectacular and wonderful sight of heaven.
—but they are downhill longboarders.
What they want to do is to go down the ladder to heaven and chase the limit on that dangerous and dangerous road.
This will be a more difficult challenge than climbing the ladder.
Wu Qian said: "For so many years, we have been losing to foreigners in our country's home stadium and on the mountains of our country. This is outrageous."
"It's not just a shame for our city, it's a shame for downhill associations all over the country."
Although I don’t want to admit it, the development of extreme sports abroad is indeed much more advanced than in China.
Coupled with the natural advantages of human race and physique, it is difficult for Chinese people to stand out in such competitions.
Often in home events held in one's own country, the top three spots are taken by foreign downhillers.
This happens often.
Wu Qian said: "I don't put too many demands on everyone. Just try your best. If I can break through and get a bronze medal, I will be satisfied!"
A bronze medal is as difficult as reaching the sky. The people in the car sighed.
Wu Qian clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. Let's think about what to eat later."
The previously dull atmosphere became active again.
The people in the minibus started talking and laughing again.
Suddenly, a young man in the back seat opened his eyes wide and pointed forward: "Fuck!"
The other people followed his gaze and looked at him, all in awe.
I saw a figure gliding across the winding mountain road in the distance on a longboard at high speed. He turned a corner, and the speed of the turn almost did not stop. The inertia caused the longboard to drift on the curve, and then it suddenly dropped at an alarming speed.
slope.
The next moment, the figure had already rushed towards me and passed by the minibus without any hesitation.
The strong wind blew in all directions.
Everyone in the car turned around and chased the figure, still keeping their mouths wide open in shock.
"It's too fast, buddy..."
"Damn, who is this? This is not from our association!"
Wu Qian always had good eyesight, and the moment he passed by a car, he caught the mole of tears under his eyes.
He decisively said to the driver: "Speed up and go up the mountain quickly."
U-turns are not allowed on this mountain road. You have to go up the mountain before you can turn back down.
The people in the car also hurriedly urged.
"Quick, quick, don't let anyone run away!!"
The driver wiped his sweat and stepped on the accelerator at the urging of a group of downhill climbers who were concerned with speed.
The slow minibus sped up.
When we got up the mountain, the receptionist was already waiting with a smile. When he saw the minibus approaching, he immediately came to greet us.
Unexpectedly, the car turned around and went down the mountain without hesitation.
Receptionists: “???”
Wu Qian and others went down the mountain, but could not find the figure wearing leather clothes and protective gear.
There were only vendors selling ice cream and water. Looking to the side, there were also people painting with easels.
In short, the figure riding the longboard is missing!
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
"President...he is gone." Someone lamented.
Wu Qian gritted his teeth and said: "We still have to stay in Wenxi Mountain for three days. He left today. We will squat again tomorrow and we must drag him to the association!"
Someone next to him echoed: "Yes! If he comes to Wenxi Mountain to play longboard, he won't just do it today. Let's squat again tomorrow. If he can't squat tomorrow, it will be the day after tomorrow. I don't believe there won't be anyone squatting!"
Next to him, after Yu Nian had finished training and changed his clothes, business came to him as soon as he set up his easel.
"Hey, brother, we were queuing up yesterday, but you ran out of drawing paper and closed the stall." An aunt came up to her, "You were waiting early this morning. Can you draw a picture for me and my little grandson?"
Yu Nian nodded, took out the drawing paper and pinned it with thumbtacks. Just as he was about to draw, his cell phone rang.
He said sorry to his aunt and answered the phone.
It was the long-lost voice of Liu Chuan: "Yu Nian, come to the company tomorrow."