The world of swords and magic has a kind of "imaging stone", which is used to temporarily record dynamic pictures and sounds. Wizards are used to exchange information. There are also some magic items that can display patterns and sounds of activities, as well as activated items such as puppets and constructs.
But these things only consider whether they are good or not, and never consider whether they truly reflect the real thing. All the paintings Zhou Qingfeng saw from the paintings of elves are similar to Western oil paintings in the real world, and they are not as detailed as photography.
The oil painting version of the goddess Angelis is beautiful, but not real enough. The composition is solemn and sacred, lacking dynamic spirituality.
"Xili, I want to transform all these paintings into real-life styles, what do you think?"
"What does the real-life style look like?"
"It just looks like a real goddess appears in front of you. I hope I can make a real short film in the image of the goddess Angus."
"What is a short film?"
"It's a continuous picture, and the characters will move in the painting."
Zhou Qingfeng explained for a long time, Xili still puzzled. On the contrary, his confidence increased greatly, which at least showed that the animation did not appear. "With the theme of "Goddess's Smile", ten paintings were selected from hundreds of paintings to evolve, and then a dynamic picture was obtained."
"This sounds like a reflection stone." Xili seemed to want to persuade a few words.
The reflection stone was introduced in the mystery, and Zhou Qingfeng disdainfully said: "There are three-dimensional images in the reflection stone, but they are not clear. The characters' movements are stiff, and they lack an emotional story structure."
The images projected in the reflection stone are at most up to the level of the silent film era, the characters are rough and mottled, and the actions jump and jump. What Zhou Qingfeng wanted obviously went further. But to meet his requirements, you must first have a skilled painter.
Opening the door of time and space, Zhou Qingfeng walked into the real world holding several goddess paintings with the photo frames removed. When he returned to Nantou Township, he first called Professor Zheng Ping and asked if Tianyang City could find a master who knew how to paint, preferably one who knew how to paint women.
"Tianyang Normal University has a special fine arts department, let me help you ask." Professor Zheng is also in the academic circle anyway, after asking about it, he quickly gave a phone number and an address. "You have to know how to draw women, there is one in the city. But..."
But what? Professor Zheng didn't say much. He knew Zhou Qingfeng's weirdness. When it comes to'but', this young man has a lot of'but' in him.
"Jun Ouyang, a lecturer in the Fine Arts Department of Tianyang Normal University, should be very young." Zhou Qingfeng put down the phone and picked up the copy of the paper. Professor Zheng didn't give much information, and he had to take a trip in person.
Tianyang City is not good, but there are still a few universities. Teachers, medical schools, metallurgical schools, these are still somewhat well-known in the region. Teachers must have art majors, 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 reflect it on an old-fashioned projector. But Tianyang does not have a film and television industry, so this is definitely not feasible. However, there are some tricks in Arcane that can solve similar problems. What he has to do is to find someone who can draw.
I went to the school’s art department office, but Ouyang Jun was not there. But he has a separate studio, with a notice of marriage posted on the door. Judging from the photos of the notice, this dear man is not tall, plump, wearing glasses, and an artist's unique hair.
"Ouyang Jun, 27 years old, has no bad habits, is good at Western body art, works within the system, and has a stable income. If you want women who are destined to spend the rest of their lives, there is no requirement, just a female."
Female is fine
This person's requirements are really low..., but it's not very reliable no matter how you look at it!
The studio was unlocked, and several students came in and out. When someone came to see Teacher Ouyang, all of them looked strange. Zhou Qingfeng asked the students if they could look at the teacher's paintings, so he immediately saw a few sketches placed in the corner.
It's all naked... Everyone knows it.
Zhou Qingfeng doesn't understand fine art, and it is difficult to judge good or bad. It can only be said that certain hobbies of this teacher Ouyang may exceed the current society's ability to accept it. The female pectoral muscles he painted... are a bit exaggerated.
After waiting in the studio for a long time, I didn't see Ouyang Jun and didn't know where the other party had gone. Now that there is no mobile phone, it is very inconvenient to communicate with each other. Seeing it was going to be afternoon, Zhou Qingfeng could only try to find the teacher's residence.
Ouyang Jun rented a private house near Tianyang Normal University. Zhou Qingfeng passed by according to the address, and it was an ordinary residential building. Climbing up the dark corridor, confirming the house number and knocking on the door for a long time, the landlord ran up from downstairs...
"Who are you looking for?"
"Look for Ouyang Jun."
"He was arrested by the police station."
"Ah... why?"
"He ran up to the top of the building in the middle of the night and watched the girl from the opposite house taking a shower. He was discovered. With a scream, the whole building came out to arrest him. He also denied that he was studying the stars on the top of the building, but it was cloudy that night. "
This... As for
Zhou Qingfeng instantly regretted coming to this trip. Where did he find an art lecturer? Obviously it is abnormal. Under the gaze of the landlord looking at the accomplice, he silently went downstairs, not daring to lift his head.
Walking downstairs, the landlord pointed to a young woman drying clothes on the opposite floor and said, "Here, that girl is the one who is peeping. Boy, tell your friend, his eyesight is really bad."
The girl who was being peeped looked like a flower, making Zhou Qingfeng frown even tighter. His embarrassed face was hot, and he explained in a low voice to the landlord, "You are mistaken, I am not a friend of Ouyang Jun, and I don't know him."
The landlord sneered, obviously not convinced, "Then why are you looking for him?"
"I want to contact him for some business matters. But think about it now, forget it." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to clarify the relationship and go quickly. This scene really can't be waited.
As a result, the landlord was excited about this sentence. He grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm, "Is there a business? Can you make money? Ouyang Jun hasn't paid the rent for two months. Give him a chance. Let him make some money and pay the rent."
I..., Buddha is merciful!
No reason to share such a thing, it is a disaster from the sky.
Doesn't that guy have a serious job? How can you make no money to pay the rent
No matter how it was explained, Zhou Qingfeng almost pulled his sleeve while trying to make a profit. The landlord grabbed him and went to a nearby police station. In that eager posture, if he doesn't go, I'm afraid he will be called to the police as Ouyang Jun's kind.
When I saw Ouyang Jun, this dear man was shrinking in the corner of the police station's detention room, greasy, slumped, and probably stubborn. Zhou Qingfeng called to find someone to intercede, and Ouyang Jun was released by the police uncle.
After introduction by the landlord, Ouyang Jun can be regarded as acquainted with Zhou Qingfeng, who had been found on his own initiative. He slumped his head and responded: "Look for me? Can you borrow some money first? I'm all out of living expenses this month."
Ha ha ha..., does this still make sense? I really passed by!
Uncle Zhou was about to cry, this is indeed for charity. But everything happened. The landlord was still staring at him. He could only find a restaurant on the side of the road to ask Ouyang Jun to eat noodles.
Ouyang Jun's face had not been washed for a few days, the oil secreted vigorously, and it looked greasy. He still has long hair, and he has the temperament of a literary youth-I asked him afterwards and said that he had no money for a haircut, and if he had money, he just wanted to shave his head.
After eating half of the egg noodles, Ouyang Jun seemed to be back to his soul. He raised his head and asked: "This... Brother, what do you call it? What do you want me to do?"
"Ouyang, be serious. This boss is looking for you to discuss business." The landlord was still following and said anxiously. He stared at Zhou Qingfeng in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.
Because Uncle Zhou felt that he couldn't do it in vain, he should just settle the dinner too—so there was a stack of bowls on the table.
The same is noodles. In addition to the noodles, Ouyang Jun's bowl contains at most an egg. Zhou Qingfeng's bowl was filled with eggs and meat, double portions. He also ate five bowls in one go. The roadside stall owner was dumbfounded, and many students who came to eat the noodles were also surprised.
Ouyang Jun swept around the noodle restaurant, and many people were paying attention to Zhou Qingfeng. He asked lazily: "What business will you talk about?"
"I'm looking for someone to do some painting, especially the appearance of Western women." Zhou Qingfeng said grimly, "I wanted to come over and talk about it when I heard that you seem to be good at it. I looked for you everywhere, but I didn't expect you to be in the police station. "
Ouyang Jun sighed, "Oh..., life is difficult!"