The original work is a Tanmei horror and suspense novel, which has a very high popularity on the website. It is really a great honor to find myself as a coloring artist for this novel.
Just because of the high popularity of the original work, Fu Zhen also felt great pressure. What kind of style should he draw? Most of the color illustrations of horror novels are some dark corridors, bloody sheets, or pale faces. It's not that Fu can't draw such colorful illustrations, he just wants to draw a different style. He hopes to give people a sense of weirdness without being too bloody.
Fu Zhen pressed his forehead to think for a while, and then typed the four words Guernica on the keyboard. "Guernica" is based on the background of Picasso's German bombing of Guernica, a small town in northern Spain, and the killing of innocent people. Created a huge oil painting, this painting is a combination of cubism, realism and surrealism, giving people a very strong sense of tension and terror.
He is not at the same level as Picasso, and just wants to try to imitate this style to draw a color illustration for the author, but he has to seek the author's opinion before painting, after all, this style does not seem to be acceptable.
The author is a very cheerful person. After knowing Fu Zhen's thoughts, he directly responded and let Fu Zhen play freely.
Based on the spoilers he found on the Internet, the character design sent to him by the original author, and the key points extracted from each case, Fu Zhen quickly figured out the composition. After his thoughts became clear, Fu Zhen speeded up , When he finally finished modifying the sketch, when he looked up, he found that it would be one o'clock in the morning.
He packed his things and went to bed.
January has come so quietly. In the new year, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that a lot has changed.
In the morning, Fu Zhen took his computer to a computer repair shop. The computer repairer shook his head and sighed, "Your computer... Even if I repair it now, there will definitely be problems in two days. It has been used for several years, you might as well get another one."
Fu Zhen hummed, and said in response to the master's words: "Wait for a while."
After the master operated it, the computer could be used normally soon. Fu Zhen gave the master 50 yuan, took the computer back to the rental house, and continued the unfinished work from last night.
Today is New Year's Day, and most of the residents in the rental house went out to play, and they didn't come back from outside with their big bags until two or three o'clock in the afternoon. The originally quiet room gradually became noisy, and people talked about themselves these days. new things encountered.
Fu Zhen stayed in the room and drew pictures quietly. When it was getting dark outside and it was time to turn on the lights in the room, he raised his head and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen. It was already five o'clock.
Guessing that Jiang Hengshu was about to come back from get off work, Fu Zhen turned off the computer and walked out of the room, sitting on the sofa in the living room outside. Not far away, several tenants were playing cards. Laughter and scolding kept coming. The aroma of food is exuded, and someone is preparing a sumptuous dinner.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at the door. The person who walked in was not Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen lowered his head in frustration, sliding his fingers back and forth on the phone screen.
In the next twenty minutes, several people walked in and out one after another, but none of them were Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen held the phone tightly. Why hasn't Jiang Hengshu come back? Did he forget last night? Make an appointment with yourself to eat.
There was another knock on the door outside, this time Fu Zhen didn't look up again, the footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen put down his phone and looked up, and saw Jiang Hengshu standing not far from him looking down at him, his blue eyes were as clear and calm as a lake, Fu Zhen stood up and asked Jiang Hengshu, "Are you back?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and said to Fu Zhen, "I'm going to change clothes, wait for me."
"Yeah." Fu Zhen turned around and watched Jiang Hengshu return to his room.
Not long after, Jiang Hengshu, who was wearing a black windbreaker, came out of the room. He came to Fu Zhen's side, "Let's go."
Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu walked out of this crowded beehive-like building together. As soon as they walked out of the building, the cold wind swept in with icy snow particles. Fu Zhen shrank his neck and looked at Jiang Hengshu with his head tilted. He said: "I didn't ask you yesterday, what do you want to eat?"
"It's all right."
"Any taboos?"
Jiang Hengshu: "No."
Fu Zhen originally thought of several restaurants, but when Jiang Hengshu said this, he felt that there was no need to ask the next question. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "Then shall we go to eat barbecue?"
"Um."
It's all right, no, um, every sentence is extremely short, Fu Zhen sighed softly, walked by the roadside, hailed a taxi, and got into the car with Jiang Hengshu.
The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and it was a bit stuffy. Fu Zhen looked out of the window sideways, and the street lights along the road were already on, embellishing some dilapidated city edges with a completely different view during the day.
Christmas has just passed, and the traces left behind have not been completely cleaned up. Small lights are dotted on both sides of the street, and Santa Claus stickers are pasted on the yellow glass windows. Many citizens gathered on the large square in front of the shopping mall, watching A grand show.
The barbecue shop that Fu Zhen chose was not too far from their residence. It cost less than 20 yuan to take a taxi.
Fu Zhen sat down opposite Jiang Hengshu, and opposite the barbecue shop was a movie theater. Looking through the transparent glass window, Fu Zhen saw a gay couple walking towards the theater holding hands. They were too far apart. Coupled with the dim sky, Fu Zhen couldn't see them clearly even with street lights, but he felt that the two people should have smiles on their faces.
Jiang Hengshu noticed that Fu Zhen was staring out of the window in a daze, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"
Fu Zhen blinked, looked away, shook his head and smiled at Jiang Hengshu: "I didn't see anything."
Jiang Hengshu turned his head and happened to see the gay couple hugging each other under the dim streetlight, and the taller one pressed a kiss on the other's forehead.
Jiang Hengshu looked away as if nothing had happened, and the waiters quickly brought up the dishes they ordered. The pork belly oozes fat and sizzles in the grill pan, and the squid tendrils are quickly browned and rolled up. Give off the aroma.
The two of them were silent, eating their own food with chopsticks, out of tune with the lively atmosphere of the whole barbecue shop, Fu Zhen wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what he should say.
The meal was, in a way, like a mission to them.
When checking out, Fu Zhen saw an ice cream vending machine on the left side of the counter, so he bought two cones, and handed one of them to Jiang Hengshu: "Here."
Jiang Hengshu took the cone from Fu Zhen. In fact, he didn't like these things very much. He just looked at Fu Zhen's shining eyes and forgot to refuse for a while.
It was only less than eight o'clock, and the nightlife had just begun, but they were going back and walked out of the barbecue shop. The cold wind was howling, and Fu Zhen sipped the cone in his hand.
The horns of the vehicles on the street were loud. Jiang Hengshu turned his head and glanced at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen was holding the cone he had just bought in his hand. There was a little white cream on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Hengshu's He stopped involuntarily and looked at Fu Zhen.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hengshu stopped and looked at him. Fu Zhen felt a little uneasy. He blinked and asked Jiang Hengshu, "Is there any problem?"
Under the dim street light, Fu Zhen looked at him, his dark eyes contained the reflection of Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen's face was flushed from the cold, and his lips were probably the color of the cone, which was even darker than usual. It should be more colorful.
Jiang Hengshu seemed to be tempted. He raised his hand and gently brushed the corner of Fu Zhen's lips with his thumb, gently wiping off the cream stained there.
Fu Zhen was stunned, he opened his lips slightly, and stood still, motionless, as the wind blew by, the melted cream from the cone in his hand dripped down the paper holder onto the red floor tiles under his feet.
There was a snap, as if something had fallen along with it.
Under the vast starry sky, in the noisy city with neon lights, high-rise buildings and heavy traffic, he and his shadow overlapped under the street lamps, the wind gradually died down, and the vehicles followed. At this moment, the world was silent.
Jiang Hengshu withdrew his hand, rubbing his thumb and index finger unconsciously. He knew exactly what he had just done. After a long time, he turned around, his eyes lowered, and his beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion.
"Let's go back." Jiang Hengshu said, and walked to the opposite side of the road, where they had to take a taxi.
"Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen spoke softly from behind, calling Jiang Hengshu's name.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hengshu turned his head.
Fu Zhen asked: "Shall we go to the movies?" His eyes seemed to be shining under the street lights.
Jiang Hengshu was silent, and he didn't give Fu Zhen an answer for a long time, so Fu Zhen drooped his head in frustration, as if he was acting affectionate.
"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.
Fu Zhen stared at Jiang Hengshu's back in a daze, not realizing what Jiang Hengshu said just now.
Jiang Hengshu took two steps and found that Fu Zhen hadn't followed. He looked back and saw that Fu Zhen was still staying where he was, and asked Fu Zhen, "Why don't you leave? Don't you want to go to a movie?"
Fu Zhen followed.
Does Jiang Hengshu understand what kind of thoughts he has for him? How does he see himself now
Fu Zhen remembered that his fingertips brushed the corners of his lips just now, where Jiang Hengshu's temperature still remained, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.