Gu Bai first went to the old elm tree to get the picture frame.
Si Yiming watched Gu Bai get out of the car and ran into the courtyard of the old elm tree, and couldn't help but smell himself.
There seems to be a real fumes.
Mr. Si frowned and opened the window.
Si Yiming not only went to practice cooking according to the recipe, but he also went back to clean up the second floor of his house and separated into two rooms.
The outside windows are bright and clean, and the light is very good, and they are freed up for Gu Bai to paint, while the inside is relatively dim and dim, so it becomes a place for him to store his treasures.
However, Mr. Si learned a lesson from Gu Lang earlier, and he opened a small mustard seed space to hide the extremely precious things.
The ones he randomly piled up on the second floor were basically ordinary things.
- Of course, the ordinary in the eyes of Pixiu is not the same as the ordinary in the eyes of normal monsters.
Mr. Si also has this kind of understanding, so he separates those things, lest Gu Bai, an inherently poor brat, be overwhelmed by those treasures.
Mr. Si felt that he was also taking great pains.
Especially the ingredients that were sacrificed tragically at his hands, especially showed his efforts.
All failed, but not wasted.
Mr. Si looked at the front with a blank expression, and didn't really want to recall the taste of those failed products.
Humans always like to write recipes with some very vague vocabulary.
What to take the right amount of salt, the right amount of sugar, the right size and so on.
Who knows what is the right amount and what is the right size.
After a whole day of failure, I finally learned only one cold lettuce - it is said to be cold lettuce, but in fact, it means that the lettuce is boiled and then put on a plate with some light soy sauce and then served directly on the table.
Mr. Si actually felt that cooking was more difficult than making him fight with beasts.
This made Gu Bai's ability to cook a table of good dishes even more powerful.
Si Yiming watched Gu Bai come out of the yard holding the big picture frame, got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and helped Gu Bai carefully put the picture frame in his hand into the back seat.
When he put his hand away, Si Yiming rubbed the touch of the frame in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
Seeing that he didn't move, Gu Bai thought the frame was knocked on, so he couldn't help asking nervously, "Mr. Si, what's wrong?"
Si Yiming shook his head, sat back in the driver's seat, and said, "Old Elm has given you something good."
Gu Bai was stunned.
Si Yiming started the car: "You can take a look when you go home and put your paintings on."
Gu Bai nodded, and when he carried the picture frame home to paint, as soon as he opened the picture frame, several spirit stones rolled out.
Gu Bai looked at the round spirit stones for a while, then looked down at the dark groove in the picture frame, where there were a few brushes.
The body of the brush exudes a faint floral fragrance. There are large and small, and the touch is very good. The nibs of several pens have different feel, some are tough and some are soft, and the width of the brush is not the same. , apparently prepared all the brush specifications for him.
And it can let Mr. Si touch it directly. It is estimated that these things are not ordinary things.
Gu Bai stared at the set of brushes and was stunned for a while before carefully placing the frame on the ground, picking up the brushes and spirit stones, and putting them in the cabinet properly.
Gu Bai remembered that Zhai Liangjun and Si Yiming said he was sincere, and Gu Bai felt that Old Elm was sincere.
In order not to be rejected by him, he even made a dark slot in the frame.
However, his previous behavior of secretly putting spirit stones in other people's tool boxes didn't seem to be much better.
Gu Bai thought, squatting in front of the cabinet and couldn't help laughing.
I wonder if Uncle Yu felt the same as him when he saw the spirit stone in the tool box.
Gu Bai happily installed the painting, and sent a message to his senior brother.
The news of the senior brother came back very quickly. Before it was too late, he was going to come over to pick up the painting, and asked Gu Bai to print out the name of the painting and the introduction materials, and he took it away.
Gu Bai had already prepared the painting title, work introduction materials, and personal resume, and there was no problem in going directly to the study to print it out.
There are still a lot of vacant paper document bags in the study. The person who bought these document bags does not need to ask, it is Mr. Si himself, who holds countless wealth.
Gu Bai rearranged the materials and added some polish with his exhausted literary thoughts, then printed out the materials and put them in a paper bag.
For some well-known reason, Gu Bai didn't let his brother's car drive in this time.
He carried the picture in the document bag and ran to the gate of the community to wait.
When Senior Brother saw the picture that Gu Bai handed in, he was stunned for a while.
He did know from other classmates that Gu Bai had improved again, but he didn't expect the improvement to be so obvious.
- He had seen both the drafts and the originals before, but when the finished product came out, he actually felt like he was looking at a brand new picture.
The sunset is actually very colorful.
The farthest place will be purple, dark blue or even dark gray, and different weather, different latitudes and different environments will show different sunset states.
But this picture of Gu Bai seems to cover thousands of weather.
What should I say...
It was as if many kinds of beautiful sunset scenes were integrated into one, and he drew this picture.
He couldn't speak for a while, feeling that no adjectives could describe the picture in detail.
If you want to sum it up, it is about a "beauty" word.
Gu Bai carefully placed the painting in the back seat. The painting was too large, and it stuck in the back seat just right, so it wouldn't slide down or tip over, so it stuck there firmly.
Gu Bai closed the car door with satisfaction, turned his head and glanced at the senior brother who was writing his name and mark on his file bag.
"I look like a courier." Brother said casually.
Gu Bai touched his nose and smiled.
After finishing writing, the senior brother looked up at him: "The exhibition in the imperial capital, if you are free, go there once after this work is over."
Gu Bai also knew that he should go.
It's not that you need to stand there like a salesman waiting for buyers or to sell your own paintings, but the exhibition in the imperial capital is very large, and it can be regarded as a large gathering of the art world.
The domestic art circle is not big, but there are all kinds of small circles in this small circle, just like the small team that Gu Bai is in now, they usually don’t accept anyone else.
But this kind of large-scale exhibition is different. At this time, you can meet many people.
In society, people are always inseparable from interpersonal communication, so senior brother still hopes that Gu Bai can try to develop a circle of friends of his own - in terms of art.
"If this construction period ends sooner than later," Gu Bai said, but in fact he didn't have a clue.
He is very busy, and he still has a lot of paintings in his hands.
He even felt that such interpersonal communication was very unnecessary and would delay his painting.
Gu Bai has always been very passive about interpersonal communication. Now that he has his brothers and neighbors, he does not want to take the initiative to participate in social activities.
But the kindness of the senior brother should be received.
Hearing what he said, senior brother didn't say anything more, just chatted about the development after that.
The exhibition in the imperial capital is very large, and many paintings and artists who have won awards participate. The senior brother also said that it is not easy for Gu Bai to stand out in such a large exhibition.
Even if the discerning person in his painting can see the excellence in it, no connections are still enough.
However, after experiencing the enigmatic bidding of Gu Bai last time, the recent thank you for appearing in front of people as Gu Bai's manager, and Si Yiming, who is suspected of pursuing Gu Bai, senior brother is a little less sure. .
Gu Bai himself doesn't have a good network, but Si Yiming's network and Xie Zhi's network are very good, or else there is Zhai Liangjun.
All the friends Gu Bai knew were people who stomped their feet and shook three times in their respective circles.
"You're good at drawing, and you're lucky, so what if there's another spree waiting for you this time." The senior brother said half-jokingly, "When December is over, the new year's awards will begin to circulate. Now, you have to start paying attention."
"..." Gu Bai thought of the string of pheasant awards on his resume, and nodded embarrassedly, "Okay."
Gu Bai has never won an award.
But as everyone knows, he is poor.
Poor art students don't have the energy to specialize in major awards. The awards that Gu Bai won are all unknown but quite rich awards.
Some pheasant awards, in order to attract people to participate, give out more generous bonuses than those with high gold content.
How poor Gu Bai was in the past can be seen from the awards he participated in.
Most people with an artistic heart are lofty and cherish their feathers. There are not many people like Gu Bai who don't care about anything and focus on high prize awards.
As for those little-known awards, many of them were held for one or two sessions, and then there was no such award, so Gu Bai was not only poor, but his resume was always not so good-looking.
But now Gu Bai is not so poor, and Mr. Si is helping him... Well, when it comes to managing money, there is no need to worry about money.
Therefore, with a new start to the new year, Gu Bai can start preparing to specialize in major awards.
Domestic and foreign people can participate as long as they can. Anyway, there are not too many awards. If you have a heavyweight award, your worth and fame will not be the same.
Gu Bai himself had such a plan.
The next day, Gu Bai rarely harassed Si Yiming early in the morning. Considering that he might not have a good rest after guarding him the night before, Gu Bai simply hung the cookies on the handle of the front door of his house. He didn't knock on the door, he went downstairs after hanging up and ran off on his little electric donkey.
Mr. Si was thrown away unexpectedly. He took the cookies that Gu Bai gave him today, thought for a while, and went back into the room to change his clothes.
He is going to take a trip to Penglai Mountain Mirage today.
Si Yiming had never cooked before. In ancient times, whoever ate cooked food, all of them drank their blood, and when the concept of food came into being, many people offered them to them.
do it yourself
nonexistent.
But the rabbit spirits in the Penglai Mountain Mirage are quite good at cooking, and their friends, the beasts and rabbit spirits, often go to fight tooth sacrifices.
To make a meal well, it is easy and simple, and difficult to say.
In Si Yiming's concept, a simple meal is one meat, one vegetable and one soup.
Mr. Ke Si can only make cold lettuce and scallion omelette now, and scallion omelette can be regarded as a meat dish for now, but not soup, what should I do
Mr. Si took out his mobile phone and searched, and found a very cool thing about human beings.
Soup treasure.
Save time and effort and taste good.
But the monsters don't have to sell this stuff here, so Mr. Si, who can't make soup, decided to solve his troubles in the quickest way.
-Let the Rabbit Essences come out with the whole bisque.
While solving his troubles, it can also generate income for the rabbits.
After all, the Rabbit Spirit has been relying on supplying several monster settlements and monster markets to maintain, but due to the relationship between several mythical beasts, the price of supply is infinitely close to the cost.
Now there is a new way to generate income, and the Rabbit Spirit, who is guarding the only mirage today, but whose living standard is always maintained at the level of extreme poverty, will not refuse.
Mr. Si felt that he was really a god of wealth.
The author has something to say: Si Yiming: Gu Bai will fall in love with me if he cooks another meal.
Gu Bai: ... ?