Zhao Bin immediately jumped up from the bed and shouted angrily: "Of course that's not the case. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll give you a punch!"
The master didn't care at all, he still sat there with his brush and drawing board in his hands without raising his head or eyes, and burped calmly.
Then he stopped talking. He also knew that the person in this room who was about to face him and talk to him, and the person who had questions to ask was not Zhao Bin.
But Lin Yi, who was sitting opposite him, was smiling and looking at him.
This master was simply insane. Lin Yi felt that his ideas were too advanced.
Who would invite a painter to the hospital to paint a self-portrait?
Is that person mentally ill or does he have an overactive imagination?
Of course, Lin Yi didn't blame the master, because for such a master figure, his brain circuitry may be different from that of a normal person.
Lin Yi didn't mean to blame him, but he found it a bit funny.
Zhao Bin was still a little angry, because saying this seemed like he was going to draw a portrait of Lin Yi before his death.
So of course Zhao Bin was very angry. After all, he invited this master himself. What should he do if Lin Yi blames himself?
But Lin Yi didn't take it seriously. He didn't take what the master said seriously.
Lin Yi smiled, and then said to a master: "To tell you the truth, I really need to draw a self-portrait. But it's not a deathbed portrait. I just want you to draw a self-portrait for me."
In the past, I could often see people like you who paint portraits of others sitting there and setting up stalls on the street. Actually, I don’t really trust your techniques, and I feel that most people are lying.
He was unable to capture the expressions of some people, and what he drew was only superficial and superficial, so that’s all!
"I don't really believe this. I would rather spend the money elsewhere than waste it on them. Even if I want to give it to beggars on the street, I don't want to give it to these people."
"Because in my eyes, these people are not worthy of being called painters!"
When he said this, the master opposite him immediately stared.
He didn't wipe his mouth after eating just now. It was greasy and even had some debris sprayed out. It seemed that he didn't know how to rinse his mouth after eating.
These are bad habits, but the master didn't seem to care, his eyes widened.
He said to Lin Yi: "What do you mean by that?"
Of course he was angry because Lin Yi denied him.
The only thing he can say to prove himself is painting portraits on the street.
If Lin Yi denies this and his final ability, then he is useless and cannot be called a down-and-out painter at all. He is not even worthy of the word "painter".
Lin Yi hurriedly waved to him, motioning for him to sit on the chair and not to get too excited.
Lin Yi added: "Actually, that's not what I said. I just wanted to say that I thought that way before, because I have never met a master. After I met you today, I really feel that way about you."
People have a new understanding again. I no longer have the same thoughts as before, because I used to think that those painters seemed to be very worthless. They hid on the street corners and painted for others. Then for individuals, I could let them pick up the paintbrush and paint for others.
They were painting a portrait. I felt as if those brushes had lost their original sacred meaning!"
But I also know that some painters will not be able to do so in their lifetime. Which of their paintings are sought after by others and they will suddenly become popular painters, and their previous paintings can command a good price.
Maybe he has been unappreciated all his life, but in order to survive and have food to eat, they still have to do it.
Forced to make a living, we still have to do such things on the street corners, but the person who does such things in such a place does not mean that he does not have any talents.
"For example, Master, don't you know your last name?"
The boy opposite was finally overjoyed by Lin Yi's praise. It could be seen that his expression was no longer as stiff and angry as before.
He was finally a little happy to let Lin Yi say it, because Lin Yi was telling the truth, he was praising him, and he was praising him in disguise.
Therefore, this master became more and more happy to be praised. If Lin Yi said what he said before, it would definitely anger him, and of course he was unwilling to do so.
The man finally said that his surname was Liu, so Lin Yi called him Master Liu, and of course Master Liu.
In fact, he is about the same age as Lin Yi and Zhao Bin.
It's just that he was made in a rather awkward manner. He looks like a 40-year-old middle-aged man, but he is indeed very young.
When he reported his age, Zhao Bin was also shocked, as was Lin Yi. It seemed that this art student had just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts.
Lin Yi asked him how long he had been painting portraits on the street corner, and Master Liu answered very straightforwardly that it had been more than half a year.
He painted portraits of people on the street corner, of course, just for a bite to eat and to make ends meet.
If it weren't for these things, he really wouldn't do such a job.
Because he felt that such a job was also given to him, a top student in the Academy of Fine Arts, which was a bit embarrassing.
But there is no other way. In order to continue living in this city, he can only do this kind of work.
Lin Yi and Master Liu also exchanged a few words, and it seemed that Master Liu was not as cold-speaking as he first saw.
Then within a few words, you have now opened up your chat box, and you can see it.
This Master Liu actually communicates with Lin Yi and Zhao Bin about things of the same age, and it is easier to talk and chatter more.
Master Liu just doesn't like to talk sometimes. He can concentrate more and draw all these things.
While Lin Yi was talking to him, the brush in his hand did not stop. He was actually painting Lin Yi's portrait from the opposite side.
Zhao Bin is also quite amazing. I originally thought that Master Liu would be angered by Lin Yi, and then the two of them broke up on bad terms.
He also didn't expect Master Liu to stay and paint a portrait of Lin Yi very seriously.
This portrait paints Lin Yi very vividly, and it doesn't even look like he looked like when he was sick. It can be seen that he added some artistic processing.
He didn't draw Lin Yi sitting on the hospital bed wearing a hospital gown. He just drew Lin Yi's appearance and gave Lin Yi the down jacket that he often wore.
When Lin Yi saw this coat, he couldn't help but wonder, because it was the same down jacket he wore when he went to the class reunion that day.
Lin Yi was not wearing the down jacket at this time. The down jacket was hanging on the hanger nearby.
Because Lin Yi was wearing a hospital gown, but that person drew the velvet jacket that Lin Yi was wearing, the jeans on his lower body, and the black cotton shoes on his feet.
Lifelike.
Lin Yi said: "Where did you know these things?"
These outfits are indeed what Lin Yi often wears.
Moreover, he wore this outfit to attend a class reunion. Master Liu said disapprovingly: "Of course I drew it after seeing you!"
This is simply magical. These are Master Liu's eyes. They have a photographic memory. Lin Yi didn't even notice that there was a painter on the street corner that day.
That painter only saw himself once and painted Lin Yi's appearance in such an image.
And it happened to be that Lin Yi appeared in that scene. When Lin Yi saw this picture, it seemed too familiar. Lin Yi seemed very excited. He picked up the painting and asked Master Liu: "Do you really just
Have you ever met me? You can draw me so much like me. How are your eyes? It’s like there is a camera inside your eyes. You can take a picture of our appearance with just one click, and then it will be in your mind.
An impression was formed and I drew this person on paper!"
This is simply amazing.
Master Liu said: "This is also a skill I have acquired through many years of painting training."
It can be seen that Master Liu is really not an ordinary painter, so Lin Yi is even more determined and needs Master Liu's help.
He needs to know whether he said he saw any unusual situation at the door of the hotel that day. It would also be very good if he could draw it or describe it.
This will also be very helpful for Lin Yi and Zhao Bin to find clues.
But Master Liu also has his blind spots, because when he was painting portraits, he could not concentrate on the people who were walking in and out of the door.
Besides, there was no one in particular who would attract his attention.
If that person really came here sneakily that day to have something to do, the whole person gave the impression that he was trying to do something secretly.
In that case, instead of attracting Master Liu's attention, even the vendors setting up stalls on the street would notice this person, but no one mentioned such a person.
Lin Yi took out this piece of paper from among the paintings that Master Liu had painted for Zhao Bin yesterday, and drew several pedestrians on it.
One of them wore a very low cap and black clothes.
There was a particularly obvious mark on the back of his hand, which looked like a scar.
Because this scar is so obvious, people almost ignore his face.
Everyone will focus on the scar on the hand whenever possible. In contrast, Lin Yi is also very curious.