After learning that it would not have any impact on himself and the surroundings, Gu Bai finally did not make any changes to the picture, but followed his most honest and true thoughts and finished the painting for the old elm tree.
The fertile black soil, the clumps of flowers, the high mountains with no visible peaks, the huge purple trees that penetrate the sky.
Mr. Si said that the spiritual energy in this painting was about to come out, but Gu Bai couldn't see it.
When he looked at the painting, he only felt that the composition was full of rich colors. If he insisted that there was something special about it, it was probably because the colors in the painting were too rich. Don't be rude.
Gu Bai has always been sensitive to colors.
He took a few pictures of this picture, so that he could easily use the computer to absorb the colors, and made several sets of color cards corresponding to the colors.
This is equivalent to summing up the experience of my own painting. On the way of painting, there is a little bit of obvious breakthrough and understanding, which is very gratifying.
Gu Bai took down the dried painting, glanced at the time, carefully placed the painting on the drawing board, and sent the painting to Uncle Yu with the drawing board on his back.
"Uncle Yu, I have finished the painting you want!" Gu Bai said happily as soon as he entered the door.
Old Elm did not expect this painting to come so quickly.
He watched Gu Bai enter the door, watched Gu Bai open the drawing board, and watched Gu Bai carefully take out a painting.
An aura that made the old elm feel comfortable suddenly burst out!
It was the fragrance of the spiritual soil that I hadn't smelled for a long time. This scent only existed in the very long memory of the old elm tree. The old elm tree who caught up with the last train of the elite in the end of the law was so excited that he shivered.
"It's the spiritual soil?" he said, taking a deep breath, "It's the spiritual soil!"
Gu Bai stared blankly at the old elm tree, who was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He looked around again, but he didn't see any soil at all.
He looked down at his painting of the fertile black soil, thinking that this must not be the case.
"Are you satisfied with this painting?" Gu Bai took out the painting and walked to the worktable of the old elm tree.
When Gu Bai came, the old elm was carving wood carvings of small Buddha statues, which could be small or fine.
But at this time, he directly piled the things on the table to one side at will, and some even fell to the ground, without seeing the old elm tree separate a line of sight.
Gu Bai watched the old elm baby spread out the painting, and leaned over to pick up the broken tools and small wooden carvings that had fallen on the ground.
Old Elm's house is very clean, and there is no dust on the ground when these things fall on the ground.
The old elm lightly touched the flat land and the silver-ribbon-like river on the picture.
When Gu Bai got up, he saw that his hands were shaking.
Gu Bai paused and looked up at the old elm tree who looked quite old from the outside, but found that the other party was full of tears, and he had to avoid the painting for fear of tears dripping onto the painting.
Gu Bai was startled.
"What's wrong with you?!" Gu Bai looked at him in astonishment, holding a small wooden carving in his hand, and he was at a loss.
Is it so genuine to deliver a product!
Gu Bai put the small wooden carving on the table back on the table, took out a piece of paper and handed it to the old elm tree to wipe his tears.
"I thought... I would never touch the spiritual soil again." The old Yushu spoke in a hoarse voice, and couldn't help touching the painting, then carefully retracted his hand, wiped his tears, turned his head and walked directly from the cabinet beside him. Moved out of a frame that had been prepared a long time ago.
He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his mind, his hands stopped shaking, and he didn't let Gu Bai intervene, so he was very careful to prepare for painting.
Gu Bai stood aside, guessing that Old Elm was quite satisfied with the performance of this painting.
But unlike Si Yiming who recognized Buzhoushan and Jianmu in the painting at a glance, and even the main body of the picture was probably the west side of Buzhoushan, Uncle Yu did not recognize the mountain and Jianmu in the painting.
It seems that Uncle Yu is actually very young.
Gu Bai felt that he really took advantage of this baby face.
"Spiritual soil, something like this used to exist here." Old Yushu said while carefully handling the painting, "The place in the yard where my body took root was originally a piece of spiritual soil."
Lingzhi grows on the spiritual soil. Lingzhi is relatively easy to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and there are also some small spirits of soil and wood.
The old elm tree can become a fine, it is the blessing of the spiritual land back then.
"But those spiritual soils are fading away quickly." The old elm sighed softly, "I just watched human beings develop and dig up all those spiritual soils and dispose of them at will.
The feelings of trees for the land are different from other races. They are born from this, and they support and nurture each other with the land. It can be said that they are very close to each other.
The spiritual soil that he lives and nurtures him has been dug away from the category of ordinary trees, and the old elm, who can do nothing about it, feels very sad.
After that, he hadn't seen a new spiritual land for hundreds of years.
"I heard that there is a mirage in Penglai Mountain." The old elm said ramble, "but in order to ensure that the mirage that they depend on for their survival is not destroyed, except for the great powers who gave them shelter, they would not let them at all. Others go in."
Mirages are still paintings in the final analysis, and the world in paintings also needs to be maintained.
Rabbit spirits don't let people in casually, which is completely understandable, but this does not prevent the old elm from complaining casually.
"But now we have you too." The old elm became happy when he said that. He carefully buttoned the picture into the frame and said happily, "As a friend, I hope you can make it easier in the future."
Mirage didn't dare to think about it, the monsters must be going to snatch their heads. Their wood clan naturally doesn't have an advantage in this kind of thing, so it's better to wait slowly.
The old elm closed the frame and looked at the painting in his hand happily.
"If you have time, it would be great to draw a few more spiritual paintings that can protect the body of the wood clan, like this one."
Gu Bai looked at the picture frame he had installed in his hand, and asked in doubt, "Friends?"
"Yeah." The old elm tree carried the picture frame and was about to go to the yard. He was a little puzzled when he heard Gu Bai's question, but he immediately reacted, "You may not be clear when you are young. The dead leaves of the wood tribe can also fertilize the soil when they fall into the soil.”
Gu Bai looked at the old elm tree and said while moving the painting out, and couldn't help but looked down at his hands.
"… "
Could it be that I'm actually a little scumbag.
Gu Bai stared at his hand for a while.
Small, small mud essence is just small mud essence, it seems that there is nothing bad.
Gu Bai looked up at the old elm tree in the yard, waved his hand, and directly pulled up the extremely lush elm tree in the yard.
Gu Bai's eyes widened, and then he saw Uncle Yu dragging the elm tree and directly slamming the painting on the ground.
Then the lush elm tree instantly collapsed into a little green light, and in broad daylight, a brain flooded into the painting.
When the old elm tree came back with the painting on his back, Gu Bai's painting contained a very lush elm tree. It did not choose to stay by the water, but chose a distance away from the water.
"It's already rubbed against the boundary, and the scope of your spirit painting is not large." The old elm tree was a little regretful.
The mountains behind him can't be climbed. If he can get over, he will definitely hide his body in the mountains, and no one will want to find it.
Gu Bai has never seen such a posture before. The spiritual paintings he painted in the eight classics were all painted and used for others to calm down. This is the first time I have seen this kind of coquettish operation that directly slams his own body into it. .
He was dazed and confused, with a little shock: "I... don't know how to draw bigger."
"Ah, don't worry, I'll say it casually." The old elm smiled, a wrinkled face full of kindness, "In the future, if you don't charge you for the frame, don't refuse me, you help me. very busy."
Gu Bai's words of refusal were blocked, and he looked at the lush elm tree far away in the painting, and couldn't help but substitute himself.
Could it be that after his body entered, he was a lump of mud.
Gu Bai swore that he had absolutely no racism.
But he was really reluctant to accept the fact that he might be a little muddy.
Gu Bai decided to go back and ask Mr. Si—but before that, he picked a cheap white electric donkey from the nearby auto repair street, and rode it home worried.
When he got home, the security guard at the door told him that his printer had arrived.
Gu Bai thinks this matter, probably can eliminate part of the sadness of the guess that he may be a little mud spirit.
So he smiled at the security guard, put the package in front of the little electric donkey, and slowly drove into the community.
There is basically no standardized parking system in Jiuzhou Shanhaiyuan, and there is no underground parking lot. The garage doors are directly open at the bottom of the unit building, and there is no fear of someone stealing the car.
Gu Bai looked around to find the socket, and finally found one. He was shocked to realize that the car parked next to the socket was quite familiar and belonged to Mr. Si.
Gu Bai thought for a while, and boldly parked his little electric donkey next to Mr. Si's car, plugged it in, and carried the newly arrived printer upstairs.
As soon as Gu Bai opened the door, the phone in his pocket vibrated.
He put down the package in his hand and took out his mobile phone.
It was his dad who called!
Gu Bai's expression is simply unbelievable.
He answered the phone hastily and asked nervously, "Dad? What's wrong with you? Did something happen? Are you hungry?"
"It's me, it's nothing, nothing happened, I'm not hungry." Gu Lang answered Gu Bai's question slyly.
Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice: "Then why did you call?"
Gu Bai knew that his father preferred to send text messages rather than making phone calls, because his father never answered the phone calls before, but occasionally he would cheat back a text message or two, but recently, the text messages between father and son are quite frequent. .
However, Gu Lang thought that he liked texting more than making phone calls—after all, looking at the text message records, over the years, he had sent him a small composition every day, and it could be seen that he did not like texting in general.
The father and son, who feel that they are very considerate of each other, send text messages every day, and they are even very happy.
Gu Lang was very happy when he heard his darling voice, and he asked, "Good darling, are you at home?"
"I just got home." Gu Bai replied, just as he was about to close the door, he was stopped by Gu Lang.
"You ask Si Yiming to answer the phone." Gu Lang said gruffly.
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then went back to the door and asked, "Don't you have a number?"
Gu Lang answered very succinctly and confidently: "I don't want to pull it out from the blacklist."
Gu Bai: "..."
All right, you'll be happy.
Gu Bai went to ring the doorbell of Mr. Si's house, and within half a minute, Si Yiming opened the door.
Gu Bai raised his mobile phone, and his voice was cute and small: "Mr. Si, my father is looking for you."
Si Yiming's calm and even a little happy mood suddenly turned sinister, making Gu Bai tremble with fright.
But he still held the phone firmly.
After Si Yiming completed his psychological construction, he answered the phone.
He said indifferently: "Say."
Gu Lang also said it very bluntly: "Send over the dog demon that you are guarding at the gate."
Mr. Si's voice was still cold: "Why?"
Gu Lang was silent for a while, and finally spoke very fast and loudly: "Bai Ze doesn't know me and runs away when he sees me. He's too special to run and hide. I can't find him, so give me a nose. Spirit come!"
Si Yiming didn't answer, hung up the phone, and returned the phone to Gu Bai.
Gu Lang's voice is not low, and Gu Bai's mobile phone is not a high-end phone with good quality, so the conversation can be heard clearly.
Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming carefully, and instinctively felt that Mr. Si would definitely accept this.
Of course, it wasn't because of his dad's request... Uh, let's call it a request, Gu Bai thought.
The main reason is probably because of Bai Ze.
Sure enough, although Si Yiming's face was quite unhappy, he still made a call with his own mobile phone and went out to explain the matter.
Looking at Mr. Si's actions, Gu Bai couldn't help showing a silly smile, then remembered his own business, and withdrew his smile again, looking at Si Yiming who hung up the phone.
Mr. Si frowned at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Si, that..." Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming eagerly, and whispered forcefully, "I, am I a little mud spirit?"
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai's appearance that he didn't want to accept reality at all. After thinking about it, he still replied, "It's possible."
After answering, seeing Gu Bai's whole body slumped, Mr. Si used his extremely anxious emotional intelligence to stimulate his thinking, and quickly added: "It may be something else, such as Stone Spirit... or something. "
Gu Bai: "..."
Not much better!
Mr. Si thought about it for a while, and when he saw Gu Bai's dejected appearance, he had an idea, came to his mind, and said solemnly, "It may also be a diamond essence."
Gu Bai: "..."
OK, it seems to be alright.
Gu Bai thought, at least diamonds are rich and precious.
Gu Bai could see that Mr. Si was trying his best to comfort him.
Gu Bai tried his best to cheer himself up, and decided to prepare himself to be a little mud essence, little stone essence or little diamond essence from today.
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