Si Yiming watched Gu Bai go back to the house with a gloomy body, thought for a while, followed up, and blocked the door that Gu Bai was about to close.
Gu Bai looked at him suspiciously: "Mr. Si?"
Si Yiming didn't know why he was here.
Although he felt that things like the main body were actually fine, anyway, most of the time he stayed in human form, but seeing Gu Bai's appearance, Si Yiming always felt that he had to do something.
At least... divert Gu Bai's attention
Si Yiming looked down at Gu Bai with a serious face, thinking about how to divert Gu Bai's attention.
Gu Bai felt uncomfortable when he saw him, he couldn't help but cowardly backed up, raised his eyes to look at Si Yiming, and after meeting his gaze, he stayed for a moment and then quickly moved away.
"Mr. Si?"
Si Yiming nodded solemnly: "Yes."
Gu Bai was stunned: "Is there anything else?"
Si Yiming thought about it, then looked down at his watch, and found that it was only half past one in the afternoon.
Well, the excuse to wait for dinner is gone.
Si Yiming fell into deep thought again, his eyes still fixed on Gu Bai, but his brain was about to be ripped apart by him.
Gu Bai stared at the mythical beast in the town building blocking his door, as if thinking of something, and said, "I bought a new little electric donkey and parked it next to your car to charge."
"Little electric donkey?" Si Yiming recalled what it was for a while, and then nodded.
With this nod, he also wanted to ask Gu Bai why he bought a small electric donkey instead of a trolley.
Really reluctant, there are tens of thousands of second-hand cars.
Oh yes, Gu Bai is reluctant.
Mr. Si immediately grabbed the point and asked Gu Bai, "How much have you saved?"
Gu Bai was stunned: "Huh?"
"The first time I asked you to paint, isn't it a stock?" Si Yiming reminded, "Don't keep saving the principal, if you can't finish it, just give me the current principal. , I will help you."
Gu Bai calculated his own money, thinking about the money he would earn next, he was a little hesitant.
He is very clear about the fact that the more the principal, the more he earns. He has always wanted to save more principal and then make a lot of money.
But recently, his work has almost no window period, and the money is also a lot of money.
It seems to be the case to say that the principal cannot be saved.
Gu Bai thought about the picture of the Pixiu hanging in the bedroom, and thought about Mr. Si, the beast of wealth, so he simply took out the bank card from his pocket and handed it to Si Yiming.
But Si Yiming didn't answer, he pushed Gu Bai into the door directly: "Wait for me."
Gu Bai nodded, then watched Mr. Si come over with his laptop.
Gu Bai picked up the package on the ground and entered the house. While unpacking, he watched Mr. Si enter the study.
He looked down at the home printer in the package, thinking that it was about to become the study of Mr. Si's office, so he simply moved the printer into the study.
Then obediently gave Si Yiming the bank card, password and identity information.
"Okay, just do your own thing and wait to get rich," said Mr. Si.
As soon as Gu Bai heard this, the previous haze was instantly swept away, and his eyes lit up: "Lie down and watch money fly over?"
Si Yiming looked up at him and replied, "It's fine to stand, sit, or lie down."
Gu Bai jumped up and down excitedly, pulling his slippers to make a cup of tea for Si Yiming.
Si Yiming glanced at the tea and said, "The documentary on Zhai Liangjun's side is being prepared, and it is ready to start filming."
"It's so fast." Gu Bai exclaimed.
Si Yiming nodded: "It's natural that the funds are in place quickly."
Gu Bai thought for a while, and then asked, "What are you going to do in the first episode?"
"Zhai Liangjun said that the theme is watercolor."
Gu Bai let out a "wow", a bit of joy on his face.
Watercolor is also a very intuitive beauty for laymen, unlike basic skills such as sketching. For those who don’t know how to draw, the latter is “wow, good dick”, while the former is well drawn, it is a kind of It is very intuitive, and anyone who sees it will praise it.
At the same time, it is not as difficult as other aspects, and it is indeed a very good choice for the first episode of a humanities documentary.
However, in addition to a professional team of consultants, excellent directors and photographers, the copywriting is also particularly important for documentaries.
But this is not something Gu Bai needs to worry about. Knowing that things are going well over there, Gu Bai is very happy.
Why are you not happy to be able to popularize the things you like
Why are you not happy to be able to leave some traces on the screen for those old artists who have been stubbornly striving for art all their lives but are not known to the public
This is something to be happy about.
Gu Bai had long forgotten the reason for making this documentary, and was simply delighted by it.
Si Yiming watched Gu Bai happily run up to the second floor, took a sip of tea, and sighed lightly.
Too foolish, too forgetful, and too naive.
But it's not bad, Mr. Si put down the cup in his hand, and the corner of his mouth raised a happy arc.
He just likes that kind of innocence.
Gu Bai ran up to the second floor, as Si Yiming said, he should do his own thing.
For example, it's time for him to start drawing plans for that project in the museum exhibition hall.
As for the design draft to be submitted to his senior, Gu Bai was very confident, and he didn't stop at all when he started writing.
Gu Bai was very persistent. He said that he wanted to draw Xuanwu, and the manuscript he handed in for review was Xuanwu.
It's a pity that such a shocking scene of reincarnation is just silently unknown, even if people only regard it as a legend or a simple talk.
Or just simply appreciate such a painting.
Gu Bai just wants more people to know that in places they don't know, there are so many powerful guys working silently to maintain everything in the world.
Even if he wasn't chosen to put it on the wall, Gu Bai would definitely draw it himself.
Gu Bai thought a little stubbornly, and did not hesitate to write.
Drafts directly on paper with watercolors are gradually taking shape in his hands.
It is a black and white world, the sky is black, and the ghost is also black.
The white wasteland is clearly demarcated from the netherworld, and it is also surrounded by a layer of darkness.
Then a black tortoise was sketched by a brush on the dark nether, with mottled tortoise shells on its back, the jet-black water poured down from its back like a waterfall, and the nether under his feet also boiled and churned.
It held its head high, its mouth opened, and it seemed to hear a long cry from ancient times.
Gu Bai looked at the picture, then lowered his head and began to mix in the appropriate green.
The watercolor smudge effect draws the aurora unexpectedly well.
Gu Bai carefully smeared it, and no longer used the smudge technique at the bottom, but drew out a meandering light green torrent. A small group of lights.
In front of this torrent of light, a colorful snake is leading them towards the end of the netherworld.
This is what Gu Bai learned from Mrs. Ling Snake, her extradition method.
Unlike Mr. Xuangui, she flew directly up and led those dead souls back to the end of the netherworld.
So Gu Bai put them all on the painting.
The green light became the only light source in this world.
Gu Bai skillfully added ambient color to the picture, and then at the end of the netherworld, he used green lighter than the torrent of light to smudge a dividing line between water and sky.
Gu Bai put the paintbrush into the bucket next to him, and looked at this painting that he almost didn't think about, and just fell on the paper according to what he saw at the time.
This painting looks cold and very dark, but it is inexplicably turbulent. At first glance, it is full of gloom and silence.
But when the green was covered, the picture suddenly gave birth to a strange kind of gentle yearning.
Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very clearly that he had made progress.
No wonder they all say that they want to paint scenes and objects that they know, have seen with their own eyes, and have had a great impact.
Gu Bai thought.
When a painter paints pictures that are endowed with special imprints by his own memory and spirit, the emotions in the pictures will be particularly rich and agile.
For example, Gu Bai has drawn this manuscript.
The tenderness and liveliness of the green light almost came out of the painting, and when I was in a trance, I could hear the long chirping of the tortoise in my ears.
One after another, long and ancient.
Gu Bai was almost reluctant to hand over this painting.
He sat in front of the easel, hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to hand it in.
It doesn't matter, I will definitely be able to draw better pictures in the future, Gu Bai thought.
His goal is to use heaven and earth as a canvas to construct a mirage.
It's just painting on paper, he doesn't feel bad at all!
Gu Bai thought about it, endured the heartache, and stood up from the easel.
This time is not the same as before. In addition to the manuscript, Gu Bai also had to attach some explanatory materials and design ideas.
Gu Bai pondered for a while, sat cross-legged in front of the small low table with the laptop, and typed out the sketch of the painting introduction with one finger meditation, and repeatedly revised and polished the hundreds of words. The data selection sieve was reduced a bit, and then I was content to take the U disk and run down to prepare to print the data.
He went downstairs and found Mr. Si sitting in the living room.
In addition to Mr. Si, there is also a vixen who has lost a circle.
The fox spirit keenly caught the footsteps belonging to Gu Bai.
As soon as he turned over and got up, before Gu Bai had time to say hello, he swooped over and started howling without even looking: "Gu Xiaobai, you must help me with this!!"
Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming who was standing in front of him, listened to Zhai Liangjun's dry howl, was stunned for a while, nodded, realized that Mr. Zhai couldn't see it, and hurriedly said: "I can help, But Mr. Zhai, let go of Mr. Si first...?"
The fox spirit's dry howl came to an abrupt end.
He glanced at the person he was holding in horror, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Si Yiming's death gaze.
Zhai Liangjun felt that all the hairs on his body stood up, jumping three feet high, and retreating to the entrance in seconds.
This really can't blame Zhai Liangjun.
Because whether it is Si Yiming or Gu Bai, they both smell like Pixiu. For a vixen who trusts his sense of smell and hearing very much, he will never betray the wrong person.
Who knew that Si Yiming would suddenly stand in front of Gu Bai!
Possessiveness is too much!
Zhai Liangjun shivered under Si Yiming's gaze, the whole fox was cowardly, stuck to the door, and shouted across a living room, "Gu Xiaobai, I want to ask you to paint!"
Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming and Zhai Liangjun, and felt that the arrow of the food chain between the two would never change.
So he didn't say anything else, but simply nodded: "No problem, Mr. Zhai, what kind of painting do you want?"
After Gu Bai finished speaking, he happily shared: "I have made progress in my painting, and I will definitely be able to paint better than before!"
Mr. Zhai couldn't help but be happy for a while, and then continued to cowardly beside the door, whispering: "Just... just draw a Pixiu. If the property center is as big as the property center, I will go back to the logistics company headquarters."
"Are you in a hurry?" Gu Bai asked.
Zhai Liangjun shook his head sharply: "No rush, no rush!"
Gu Bai nodded: "It may take a while, I have other work in hand."
"No problem!" Zhai Liangjun agreed.
Gu Bai was delighted that he took another order, completely forgetting that the transaction should be paid, turned around and took the USB flash drive, and went to the study room to print the data.
Then Si Yiming spoke up, he said, "Remuneration."
When Zhai Liangjun heard that it was Si Yiming who spoke, his heart suddenly ached.
But he still stood firm and patted his chest: "Just open!"
The murderous aura in Si Yiming's eyes disappeared a lot, and then he taught him a lesson: "Don't rush at people, you are not a dog, hugging others all day long, what will Huang Yining think when he sees it!"
Zhai Liangjun looked at Si Yiming in shock.
I've never seen you push anyone before, so what happened to Gu Xiaobai!
Si Yiming, who can't be a monster with such double standards!
Mr. Zhai angrily rebuked the Pixiu in his heart, and then looked at the beast in the townhouse, which was overflowing with wealth, and nodded shyly.
The author has something to say: Zhai Liangjun: With a smile on his face.
Si Yiming: :)