Gu Bai watched Si Yiming walk in, thought for a while, and stepped in, then closed the door with his backhand.
Unexpectedly, after entering this closed passage, there is no discomfort, and there is no dullness that the air does not circulate all the year round.
Gu Bai held onto the handrail and walked forward behind Si Yiming.
The stairs spiraled downward, and the steps descended gently and not steeply, but after walking for about two minutes, Gu Bai inevitably felt a little dizzy.
Si Yiming felt that Gu Bai's footsteps were slowing down, he turned his head to look at Gu Bai, who was leaning on the armrest and shaking his head, thought about it, and extended his hand to him.
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head slightly: "What's the matter, Mr. Si?"
Si Yiming explained, "I'll take you with me."
Gu Bai looked at the handrail he was holding on, and then looked at Si Yiming's outstretched hand. After thinking about it, he still didn't lose face to Si Yiming, and put his hand on Si Yiming's outstretched hand.
Si Yiming's palms are large, warm and powerful, with calluses on the palms, making them appear rough.
It was the first time for Gu Bai to carefully feel the details of Si Yiming's palm. He was pulled by Si Yiming and his hand was held tightly.
He looked down at the held hand, feeling the rubbing of his hands with the movement of his footsteps.
Gu Bai has painted a lot of hands, and he is very clear about where the calluses are and what should be the cause.
He looked down at the clasped hands, moved occasionally unconsciously, and touched the cocoon in Si Yiming's palm.
It seems that Mr. Si is not a pampered person. The thick callus on the palm of his hand is cultivated by hard work.
Qiandushang does not have Mr. Si's resume before Gambling Stone made his fortune, and his situation was not good before that.
Gu Bai thought as he touched it, and after his attention left the stairs at the bottom of his feet, he didn't even feel dizzy.
Si Yiming felt like there were fluttering feathers in his palm, and they were scratching lightly.
He looked back at Gu Bai and found that he was looking at his hand intently, then he simply stopped, released his clenched hand, and opened the palm of his hand to show him.
Gu Bai also stopped, looking up at Si Yiming with a blank question mark on his face.
He stared blankly at Si Yiming, and asked the same question as before: "What's the matter, Mr. Si?"
Gu Bai's voice is always not loud, and his tone is soft and non-aggressive. He is not very tall, and now he is two steps higher than Si Yiming, so he barely looks at Si Yiming. .
He stared blankly at Si Yiming, the bright light above his head fell into his eyes, just like the starlight falling into the glittering water, swaying softly with the ripples.
Si Yiming has seen many good-looking monsters, but he has rarely seen such pure eyes.
He paused, lowered his voice a little, and said, "You really want to study my hand."
Gu Bai lowered his head and looked at the hand that was placed in front of him, palm up, and realized that Si Yiming was referring to his previous unconscious behavior, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I'm sorry, I didn't... I just wanted to..." Gu Bai stammered and wanted to explain, but couldn't find a reason. In the end, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said nothing.
"It doesn't matter." Si Yiming took Gu Bai's hand again, led him down, and took the initiative to give the little brat who wanted to get into the cracks of the ground a step down, "Occupational disease."
Gu Bai nodded randomly: "Yes! Occupational disease!"
Si Yiming didn't answer.
Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to touch and poke it again, and followed Si Yiming to the end very obediently.
The exit of the stairs is an arch, and behind the arch is a dark hall--what could be called a hall.
Gu Bai raised his head and saw that on the dome in the dark, there was a flicker of tiny stars, emitting a very faint light, competing to show his faint light in the darkness.
Gu Bai looked at the dome, and the more he saw it, the more familiar his eyes became. It was not until he found the slightly brighter Big Dipper that Gu Bai suddenly realized that it was a shrunken galaxy.
Under the faint light of the Milky Way dome, Gu Bai saw the murals on the surrounding walls again.
Obviously, it was a narrative mural.
Its theme is the generation of Jin Ge and the generation of war, sometimes mixed with some content that looks like offering sacrifices to the sky, and the costumes on the murals seem to be recorded from the pre-Qin period.
These paintings are spread all over the hall, and the change of dynasties can be clearly seen.
Si Yiming let go of Gu Bai's hand, walked to the side and slapped the wall.
The whole hall instantly became bright.
Gu Bai squinted slightly, and after getting used to the bright light, he saw at a glance the slate on the main seat of the main hall, which was placed in the air by about one person.
"There." Si Yiming pointed to the slate, "You want to paint."
Gu Bai took another look at these frescoes that he had never seen in the archives, turned back to Si Yiming, and asked carefully, "Mr. Si, isn't this a historic site...?"
"Yes." Si Yiming nodded, "But someone has to maintain it. There are many people on the top, and no one can interfere with this one."
Gu Bai was startled, and immediately realized that he would not ask any more questions.
This must be an incredible secret mission!
Gu Bai thought about it, and quickly put aside his curiosity, but he couldn't help feeling excited and excited.
Seems like a step closer to dad's world!
Gu Bai thought a little happily, then stepped up to the stone slab.
Si Yiming also followed.
To draw a mythical beast that can withstand the whole of the West, there is simply no way for ordinary humans to do it.
Even Gu Bai is not enough, but it doesn't matter, when the time comes, you can call back the white tiger who doesn't know where to go to work overtime and let him charge the slate.
Compared with the central region, the West is relatively stable for the time being, but Baihu recently sent a letter to ask for help, saying that when those strange beasts ran out one after another, he would also be responsible for suppressing those evil spirits.
It just so happened that Si Yiming discovered such a big baby as Gu Bai, and immediately brought the big baby over to help a bunch of old friends.
Evil spirits and evil spirits are born from the human heart, and they exist wherever there are people.
Under the shroud of such a breath all year round, ordinary humans will feel exhausted and depressed, and those with weaker physique may fall ill directly.
But this is not the reason for the divine beasts to work overtime to help the suppression.
The reason they have been helping to quell evil is because this thing has a much greater impact on monsters and beasts than on humans!
During the severe drought a few decades ago, one of Zhu Niao, who was in charge of the south, was not paying attention, and the two drought scorpions were affected by evil spirits and attempted to press the office, so they sneaked out of their nests, causing a shocking catastrophe.
Of course, the life and death of human beings have little effect on divine beasts. After all, this race is lucky, and under normal circumstances, they will not kill themselves for at least ten thousand years.
But for the mythical beasts, if those things that could easily lead to wars, droughts and floods were all over the map, Mother Earth might not be able to handle so many exotic beasts.
The alien beasts in their country have been stamped by the International Unnatural Biology Alliance, and they have repeatedly requested that they must pay attention to guarding.
Especially those evil spirits that will hook the alien beasts out of their nests, must be well suppressed.
These evil spirits were often seen in previous years, but they officially began to erupt in a blowout manner, starting about three hundred years ago.
What is the specific reason, the mythical beasts think that it is probably because of the sudden increase in population over the past few hundred years.
And Gu Bai's paintings can temporarily quell the evil spirits in an area for the beasts, which means that they can free up more hands to catch those restless beasts and beasts.
After Si Yiming found out about Gu Bai's ability, of course he did not hesitate to lead him directly into battle.
This can be a matter of safety for Mother Earth.
In other words, they are doing this, but they are saving the world!
Gu Bai, who had no idea that he was actually saving the world, was studying the material of this slate.
Indoor murals do not need to pay too much attention to lighting effects, after all, you can directly support a light stand to adjust the light angle.
On the way he came, he already had the draft in mind, and it is also possible to start the work directly after pondering about the material.
The only problem now is that the slate is uneven.
If it is not flat, either use the visual error to adjust, or make up for it.
Gu Bai thought that he might have to look for a store that sold acrylic materials and basic treatment materials.
The box of materials he brought was probably not enough.
Si Yiming watched Gu Bai walk around the slate for two laps before running back, and looked at him silently.
"Mr. Si, we have to buy materials." Gu Bai said, and then counted a lot of things to buy.
Si Yiming has no opinion, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.
But thinking of money, Si Yiming realized another problem. He turned to look at Gu Bai and asked him, "You haven't mentioned what you want, this time."
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then immediately fell into distress.
Gu Bai was a child and was poor. He didn't see much, and his vision was not high. He knew nothing about finance except stock funds.
In addition, this time, Si Yiming came to X province to give him all the travel expenses, and Gu Bai was very embarrassed to ask for any big remuneration.
He even thinks that a person like Mr. Si who spends tens of thousands of minutes every minute to spend a month with him to collect styles and consume the whole package has completely exceeded the value of a mural.
Gu Bai saw such beautiful scenery along the way, and experienced many things that he had never seen or done before.
He pitched a tent, slept in a sleeping bag, set up a stove in the wild, pinched wild vegetables, soaked in the open-air wild hot springs, saw the bluest sky and vast meadows, and even touched yaks and wild asses.
He was very happy for half a month, and sometimes he felt like he was dreaming.
To be able to experience these things smoothly and happily without things like eating a bad stomach due to a cold or being trampled by the war of yak and wild ass, Mr. Si's company and help are very important.
These experiences and the joys of these days are enough as a reward.
To ask for more money, Gu Bai felt that it was too much.
Gu Bai thought and said the same.
He bowed his head embarrassedly, said something to thank Si Yiming, and then concluded in a low voice: "So, so there is no need for the reward. It is enough for Mr. Si to play with me."
Si Yiming couldn't understand this little brat who repeatedly refused Pixiu's money.
But this did not prevent him from feeling Gu Bai's sincerity and joy.
Gu Bai's gratitude came from the heart, and his happiness was almost written on his face. He clearly felt that his company was enough to offset the value of a mural of a mythical beast.
It's so sweet.
How are you not greedy!
Si Yiming thought about it, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Gu Bai's head, the force was a little heavy, and Gu Bai swayed along with it.
"Don't regret it if you don't get paid," he said.
Gu Bai's head dangled along Si Yiming's head, listening to what he said, nodded with a smile.
The two walked towards the stairs where they came.
Gu Bai looked at the winding stairs, paused, and then tugged at the corner of Si Yiming's clothes.
"Mr. Si, is there no elevator here?"
Si Yiming was taken aback by this question, but he still replied, "No."
"..." Gu Bai was silent for two seconds, and decided to respect his setting as a delicate art student.
Bring your tent sleeping bag and self-heating rations when you come back to paint!
He doesn't go out until he's done painting!
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