The experience of the longboard speed reaching 50 yards is not necessarily available when the car reaches 150 yards.
There is no outsourcing design. In the final analysis, the longboard is composed of the board surface, wheels, bridges and bearings. Stepping on it is the direct contact between the body, the air, and the speed.
In the early morning, the quiet winding road of Wenxi Mountain was vacant. Yu Nian faced the wind and experienced the unspeakable excitement brought by turning and accelerating in the places with many curves and steep slopes. When returning to the long and gentle slope, he felt Very calm and down-to-earth.
His mind was empty, and he could only concentrate 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 towards the cable car.
When I got on the cable car again, the sky was already bright, and the sun plated the sunny side of the mountain with a golden edge.
The petals of the crape myrtle fluttered far away. Looking down from the cable car, they were swaying in the wind like red butterflies.
Deng Jingwei was waiting for him at the Peak Tram, and he was relieved to see that the man had returned safely.
After helping Yu Nian down, he looked up and down carefully, and asked again, "Didn't you fall?"
Yu Nian shook his head. The trip just now was to familiarize the body with the new longboard, with some reservations in terms of speed and skills.
After completing one-third of the training in the system space, he can already complete the more difficult corner drifting and steep downhill slides on the towering mountain simulated by the system.
Although the strength polished in the system space cannot fully return to the real body for the time being, the asymmetry of this difficulty makes Yu Nian completely relaxed mentally.
He longed to hit higher mountains, steeper slopes, and more terrifying bends in reality.
Suppressing this surging mood, Yu Nian planned to practice two more times before there were many tourists.
On that trip just now, he had established trust and connection with the longboard under his feet.
After sliding three or four times, when Yu Nian noticed that the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the mountain road began to increase, he put away the longboard and greeted Deng Jingwei to go down the mountain.
Today happens to be the weekend and there are more tourists than usual.
The goal of being familiar with the longboard has been achieved, and Yu Nian plans to stop here today, and come back to train all day when there are no people on the working day.
"What shall we do next?"
After witnessing Yu Nian's longboard, Deng Jingwei's gaze at him can already be described as adoration.
"To make money." Yu Nianhui.
Deng Jingwei: "??"
Yu Nian's eyes fell on the portable drawing board he instructed him to take obediently.
The longboard set emptied the wallet, and it wasn't a one-off.
Subsequent training volume increases, which is not like the board and protective gear in the system that never wears out. Not to mention the deck and bridge, just the wheels, gloves and protective gear will wear out at a very fast rate and need to be replaced every few days.
Especially when he is playing downhill, the degree of wear and tear is even greater.
Next, I have to complete the tasks released by the system and participate in the Tianmen Mountain Longboard Downhill Open. I am afraid that even the past travel expenses will not be enough.
All are real issues.
Now that he is in a state of being frozen by the company, Yu Nian can only find a way to make money first.
It just happened that the system untied the plot shackles he suffered in painting.
When the two returned to the foot of the mountain, there were already more tourists.
There are many stalls at the foot of the mountain that sell breakfast and ice cream and herbal tea.
Yu Nian found a place to change out of the leather jacket and protective gear, and put on plain glasses and a hat.
He found a spot next to a pancake stand, unfolded the portable drawing board stand, and took out the paper and pens in the drawing board compartment drawer.
As he was about to write on the paper, thinking that his handwriting was still crooked, Yu Nian put away his pen and looked at Deng Jingwei: "Help me write a word."
Deng Jingwei took the pen and asked, "Write what?"
"One piece—" Yu Nian pondered for a while, and continued, "Write 'portrait sketch, one hundred', these eight characters."
Deng Jingwei obediently wrote the words well. His words were not very beautiful, but they were quite neat.
Yu Nian expressed satisfaction and clipped the paper to the back of the easel.
He came from an artistic family, and his talents are extremely good, but he does not have those high self-restraint.
In the past, his paintings were highly sought after, and the prices were so high that a hundred pieces were used to measure the value of those paintings, which was like a joke.
But at this time, like a down-and-out painter, doing a job selling paintings for a living, Yu Nian didn't feel embarrassed.
Deng Jingwei glanced at him and asked, "You can still draw?"
If you can be confident enough to sell your paintings for money, the level should be okay...
It's just that I haven't heard that Yu Nian has this talent.
If it is true, Liu Chuan had to engage in marketing and publicity in the past.
Deng Jingwei had some doubts about the authenticity of his level.
"A little bit." Yu Nian said.
"Then what time do you plan to draw?" Deng Jingwei asked.
"The booth will be closed after the drawing paper is finished."
Deng Jingwei touched Yu Nian's stack of paper, it was not thick, it looked like twenty or thirty sheets.
One hundred, this painting is two or three thousand, is the money so easy to earn
Wouldn't it be impossible to sell one in a day?
The uncle at the pancake stall next to him glanced at Yu Nian and said, "I haven't seen you before, this is the first time to set up a stall?"
Setting up a stall... It's not impossible, it's just a temporary life force.
Deng Jingwei endured and said nothing.
Yu Nian nodded slightly to the uncle.
The uncle happily taught Yu Nian the business experience: "We Wenxi Mountain are crowded on weekends, and usually there are more people in the morning and evening."
He looked at Yu Nian for a moment before exclaiming, "The young man is really handsome."
Yu Nian wore a hat and plain glasses, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but when he raised his head to speak, the superior bones of that face exuded an unceremonious charm.
He's not difficult to get along with, and anyone who comes to talk to him gets a friendly response. But when he wanted to go further, he could sense the sparseness and vague indifference of his temperament.
The uncle dragged Yu Nian to chat for a while, and didn't stop until the business started to get busy on the pavement.
Shaking his head, Deng Jingwei saw that the weather was starting to heat up and greeted Yu Nian, "I'll go buy you a bottle of water."
Just when he was buying water, someone noticed Yu Nian's side.
A young couple looked over, the girl had a curious look in her eyes, the boy beside 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 just learned to draw, so why waste money?"
She is a student at the School of Fine Arts of a nearby university. She usually picks up extra money and draws some avatars.
For something like portrait sketching, it takes a while to draw quickly, and girls feel that the price is not worth it.
The boy smiled, patted her head, and said, "It's you who drew 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 nervously, and touched his pocket unconsciously.
Yu Nian looked at them: "No, one hundred is enough."
He picked up the paintbrush, "I will give you money if you are satisfied. If you are not satisfied, I will give you a painting."
Seeing that Yu Nian was about to start painting, the couple held hands and leaned against each other.
Yu Nian glanced at them, looked away, picked up the pen and drew directly on the paper.
Then he never looked up at them again, as if he already had the picture in his mind.
The girl's eyelids jumped, and her heart lifted when she heard the sound of the swishing of paper and pen.
This, this is not to observe the object carefully, just pick up the pen and draw it, it is a bit too confusing!
Seeing that her girlfriend's expression was not quite right, the boy whispered in her ear, "He said he was not satisfied and would not accept money."
The girl looked relaxed.
When Deng Jingwei came back, he was a little surprised to see that someone actually asked Yu Nian to paint.
Walking over and putting the water aside, he took a bottle himself, twisted it open and raised his head to drink it.
Thinking about how Yu Nian's painting was going, Deng Jingwei choked out a mouthful of water when he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.
He coughed violently and looked at Yu Nian, who was not affected by his movements at all, with blurry eyes.
The uncle from the pancake stand next to him glanced over and said, "Huh".
A few customers waiting for pancakes at the stall couldn't help but join in to watch the fun. You look at me, I look at you, and their eyes are a little surprised and eager to try.
"This painting..."
"This little guy is so handsome, my God!"
"I'll try it when he's done painting this."
Yu Nian finished the drawing quickly, gave Deng Jingwei a look, who had just coughed, took off the pushpin fixed on the drawing paper, and asked, "Are you alright?"
Deng Jingwei: "...No."
Yu Nian nodded, looked at the couple, and handed the painting to them: "It's 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 have life.
It is not the snuggling pose that the two of them just posed, but the scene when they are walking towards Yu Nian.
She disapprovedly pulled her boyfriend's sleeve and said not to waste money, and her boyfriend touched her head to comfort her.
The girl was in a trance, thinking of the previous studio training, the teacher once said that her sketches lacked tension.
At that time, she was thinking about what tension is, and she observed the object more and more carefully, took the photo and drew it carefully, looking for the shape bit by bit, but the sketches she drew were always a little less meaningful.
Now she knew what was wrong.
is alive.
She thought of what the painter said when she took them out to collect the scenery: "The outside world is moving. Children are crying and running on the streets. Adults go out to wash with spittoons. Just sit there quietly like a plaster statue in a studio, and let you grind it out for hours."
It's all moving.
So what exactly is the tension to show
is alive.
Sketch Sketch with the word "speed" in it.
It is different from sketching in that it is too late to use enough lines and shadows to describe and express the texture and details of different objects.
What can be grasped and expressed is the freshness of that moment.
The artist with the hat drew quickly, imprinting the dynamic of the moment he saw in his mind.
Do not deliberately pose the model, do not look over and over again.
His lines are rough, bold, and unequivocal.
The people in the painting are moving, and the rough picture shows the love of young couples.
The girl's eyes fluctuated.
The boy doesn't know whether the painting is good or not, he just thinks he likes this painting very much.
But this painting looks a bit simple? It's very different from the complicated and detailed paintings that my girlfriend painted before. I don't know if this hundred yuan is a loss or not in the eyes of my girlfriend.
The boy opened the payment software, scanned Yu Nian's code, and entered one hundred in the amount column.
The girl glanced, took out her mobile phone and sent a red envelope of 100 yuan to the boy.
"Two hundred." The girl looked at the boy's questioning eyes and said with a smile, "Let's aa."
After hearing the prompt that the payment was successful, the girl hugged the painting carefully, 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: "Five minutes a piece, two hundred yuan a piece... This money is too good to earn??"
Before he could calculate the profit, he pooh-pooh and whispered to himself, "It can't be so unpromising, our Yu Nian is going to be popular all over the country, and tens of thousands of endorsements will come at you!"
Deng Jingwei clenched his fists to cheer himself up.
Looking around, Yu Nian began to draw again.
Thinking of his own artist's desperation to sell paintings to make money, Deng Jingwei began to feel ashamed of his incompetence again.
It's not a way to go to work all the time...
On Thursday, members of the Mayor's Board Downhill Association got into the minibus and drove slowly to the top of Wenxi Mountain.
"This time, the president invites guests to build a three-day group in Wenxi Mountain. Everyone should eat and drink well!"
"Hey, don't say, the slope of Wenxi Mountain is quite suitable for downhill. Let's compare after dinner?"
"Bibi! If you don't rush the slopes for a day, it will be uncomfortable."
A group of people chatted and chatted. The president of the association, Wu Qian, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at the crape myrtle falling outside the window, and pressed his temples with a headache.
"Have a good rest and play in the past few days, and then I will devote myself to the preparation of the competition."
As soon as he said this, the people in the car suddenly sighed.
What event, of course, is the Tianmen Mountain Longboard Downhill Open, the highest level in the domestic longboard downhill field.
Tianmen Mountain, Tongtian Avenue. It's a real twist.
The total length is 1077 kilometers, but there are 99 turns, with an average of one turn every 100 meters, and the 180-degree sharp turns are endless.
The altitude has risen sharply from 200 meters to 1,300 meters, and Tongtian Road has soared up by the mountain altitude, like a giant dragon taking off.
It is rumored that if you climb the avenue to the sky, you will be able to climb the ladder and have a glimpse of the magnificent celestial scene.
— but they are longboard downhillers.
What they have to do is go down the ladder and chase the limit on that dangerous and dangerous road.
This will be a harder challenge than climbing the ladder.
Wu Qian said: "For so many years, in our country's home court, on our country's mountain, we have been losing to foreigners, which is outrageous."
"It's not just our city, it's a shame for downhill associations across the country."
Although I don't want to admit it, the development of extreme sports abroad is indeed much more advanced than that in China.
Coupled with the natural advantages of race and physique, it is difficult for Chinese people to stand out in such competitions.
Often the home games held in their own country, the top three are all swept by foreign downhillers.
This is what happens often.
Wu Qian said: "Don't make too many demands on everyone, just do your best. If you can break through and get a bronze medal, then you will be satisfied!"
The bronze medal is also as hard as the sky. The occupant sighed.
Wu Qian clapped his palms, "It's alright, let's not talk about it, think about what to eat for a while."
The previously dull atmosphere came alive again.
The CMB began to talk and laugh again.
Suddenly, a young man in the back seat widened his eyes and pointed to the front: "Fuck!"
Others followed his gaze and looked at him, lying in a trough.
I saw a figure on the winding mountain road in the distance slid across the longboard at a high speed. He turned a corner, and the speed of the corner hardly stagnated. The inertia caused the longboard to drift on the curve, followed by a terrifying rapid descent. slope.
In the next instant, the figure was already approaching quickly, and without hesitation, it brushed past the minibus.
Strong wind swept in all directions.
Everyone in the car turned back, chasing after the figure, still maintaining a shocked expression with their mouths open.
"It's too fast, dude..."
"Damn, who is this, this is not our association!"
Wu Qian has always had a good eye, and at the moment when the car was passing by, he caught the tear mole under his eyes.
He said decisively to the driver: "Accelerate, hurry up the mountain."
This mountain road is not allowed to make a U-turn in the middle, and you must go up the mountain to make a U-turn down the mountain.
The people in the car also hurriedly urged.
"Quick, quick, don't let people run away!!"
The driver wiped his sweat and stepped on the accelerator under the urging of a group of downhillers who deal with speed.
The slow bus speeded up.
After waiting up the mountain, the receptionist was already waiting with a smile, and when they saw the minibus coming, they immediately greeted them.
Who knew that the car turned around and went down the mountain without hesitation.
Receptionists: "???"
Wu Qian and others went down the mountain, but they couldn't find the figure wearing a leather coat and protective gear.
There are only vendors selling ice cream and water. If you look to the side, there are people who are painting with easels.
In short, the figure who stepped on the longboard was nowhere to be seen!
Everyone looked at each other.
"President... the person is gone." Someone sighed.
Wu Qian gritted his teeth and said, "We still have to stay in Wenxi Mountain for three days. Today people leave, tomorrow we will squat again, and we must bring him to the association!"
Someone next to him echoed: "Yes! He came to Wenxi Mountain to play longboards. He won't just squat today. We will squat again tomorrow. If we don't squat tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. I don't believe that we won't be able to squat!"
Next to him, after Yu Nian finished his training and changed his clothes, business came to his door as soon as he set up his easel.
"Oh my little brother, you were queuing up yesterday, but you ran out of drawing paper and closed the booth." An aunt greeted her, "Waiting this morning to draw a picture for me and my grandson?"
Yu Nian nodded, took out the drawing paper and fastened it with a thumbtack. Just as he was about to draw, the phone rang.
He said sorry to his aunt and answered the phone.
It was the voice of the long-lost Liu Chuan: "Yu Nian, come to the company tomorrow."