Gu Bai didn't know what Mr. Si was doing.
After a good day's rest, Gu Bai returned to the team to work, full of energy and enthusiasm.
The swatches were all dry, Gu Bai took the writing board and followed the brothers into the dark room. With his excellent night vision ability, he wrote down the names of the appropriate colors and bulb power styles, and then copied them to the studio. on the whiteboard.
The design plan has already been done, and now you only need to adjust the color and put it on the wall directly.
After Gu Bai finished copying the information, he took the pen and ran out to continue the draft that was not completed yesterday.
The main body of the mysterious turtle, the spiritual snake in the distance, and the far-off sea horizon that is not very obvious.
The line draft does not need to be very detailed, probably because when you use a large brush to paste the background color on the wall, it will happen that you cannot control the edge line.
It didn't take long for Gu Bai to perfect the line draft a little, then picked up a can of dark green paint, ready to paint.
Several senior brothers who saw the incredible truth yesterday were relieved to see Gu Bai's spirited appearance today.
I didn't see Si Yiming send Gu Bai over today. They were a little curious, but curiosity returned to curiosity and gossip returned to gossip. They would not take the initiative to ask such questions.
I'm dying to remind my little brother not to be deceived.
After all, the world is a mess for the rich—at least in their middle-class eyes.
Especially the top floor like Si Yiming.
But looking at Si Yiming's attitude yesterday, it seems a little interesting.
The brothers looked at Gu Bai's movements of stirring the paint jars, thought about it, and decided to observe it for a while longer.
It's no wonder they care too much. Who asked Gu Bai's family to remind him of this without a reliable parent.
In case of being deceived, using Si Yiming alone to prop up a huge group, I am afraid that Gu Xiaobai will be sold and help count the money.
Routine operations may be after being eaten, wiped, and dumped, and stupidly thinking that it is their own fault.
This ending is very in line with the character of the younger brother.
The brothers who didn't know that the younger brother had handed over all their bank cards looked at each other and were very worried.
Let's take a closer look, they thought, splitting the two sides and continuing to add drafts on the wall.
The walls of the brothers, as they had done before, were painted with familiar myths and allusions, and since the three walls had to cooperate with each other to achieve a unified relationship, the two walls of the brothers simply painted Kunpeng.
On the left wall is Kun, and on the right wall is Peng.
Kunpeng was born in Beiming, and Xuanwu also guarded the nether in the north.
They all chose to paint the pale and barren land on the background, in order to connect with the ghosts painted by Gu Bai.
After seeing Kunpeng in a dream, Gu Bai was looking at the paintings of his senior brothers, and it was awkward, but the plan and draft had been finalized, so it was impossible for Gu Bai to say that Kunpeng was wrong.
The main color of the wall background is mainly divided into three layers, the dark green which is very close to black is the base, and then black and light gray will be added.
Gu Bai applied the base color attentively, carefully avoiding rubbing into other contours.
His hands are very stable. At this time, the excellence of non-humans is fully reflected. His thinking has become a lot more agile, and his hands are stable. He even has the ability to control the big brush in his hand that paints the background. also became stronger.
When he finished painting this layer of dark green, he put the brush into the paint jar and took two steps back to see his results. He was surprised to find that not only did he not make the same minor problems in the past, but even the joints of the paint were very smooth. , it is flawless!
Gu Bai looked down at his hand, and then at the wall, feeling that if he recorded a colorized video, he would immediately be tagged with "rescue obsessive-compulsive disorder".
Several senior brothers who occasionally paid attention to him saw that he had finished painting, and looked at the wall with clear outlines and smooth colors, no dripping or unevenness, and slapped their tongues: "Enjoy!"
The reason why the price of hand-painted murals is high is that it takes a lot of energy to achieve a relatively good level of manpower.
And Gu Bai's hand is really incredible.
If it weren't for the traces that were still wet and still felt like a brush, they would almost think it was a computer print.
The senior apprentice in charge answered the phone. It was a takeaway. He simply clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, don't look at it yet, and have lunch."
When he got off work at night, Gu Bai had already laid out the base color of the shop, then he took a board, adjusted a few colors and made a color board, and clipped a small note to mark it as Gu Bai's color. Board, he carried his bag and rode his little electric donkey back home.
Gu Bai found that Mr. Si had sent him a text message, saying that he would not be at home for the past few days.
-Of course he didn't stay in the mirage of Penglai Mountain for the sake of the soup, but a strange beast came out from Canglong's side, and Canglong, who couldn't get out, had to turn to Si Yiming for help.
Canglong, whose land is mostly ocean, is also desperate, because the southeast coast is currently the area with the highest population density in the entire country, and the evil spirits are so fierce. The best of China!
Even the only Penglai Mountain Mirage is in Canglong's jurisdiction.
Canglong is busy!
I was so busy that I couldn't wait to set off a few tsunamis that directly flooded those big cities.
If it weren't for the help of Si Yiming in the east, Canglong reckoned that he would either die from overwork or he would be fighting to the death with those humans, frantically hurting each other.
Si Yiming, who was about to chase people, was unhappy, and after smashing Canglong, he angrily followed the sea area that Canglong pointed.
The alien beasts that will run out are usually the types that need to be controlled.
This time it was a man who ran out.
There will be a flood of water in the place where Fuzhu appears, and it must not be left unattended.
Those alien beasts that will adversely affect humans are basically moved to the sea, and they will not have any impact on humans, and the sea will be whatever they want.
But when the sea is tired, it will run.
The husband who ran out was very smart, and knew that if he ran around, his goal was too big.
So he chose to wander around various coastal places.
Even if there is any flooding in the coastal areas, it is within the normal range, and the husband Zhu is not strolling along the coast of Huaguo. He has been tired of watching Huaguo for so many years.
When Si Yiming got the news, Canglong sadly told him that Fu Zhu had been missing for three days.
In three days, it was enough for the gang of alien beasts to jump from one end of the earth to the other.
Searching for the latest news, the two mythical beasts pinched their fingers, and the husband Zhu ran to the west coast of country M.
Across the world, Si Yiming couldn't see Gu Bai, his nose was crooked, and he rushed out full of murderous aura.
Gu Bai didn't know about this. He didn't see Si Yiming in the morning these few days, and he felt a little out of habit.
When I get up early every day and wait for Tiandi Yuanqi to make desserts, I always subconsciously make an extra portion. When I come back from get off work in the evening, I pass by Room 663, and I also stop to knock on the door and ask Mr. Si if he will come for dinner today.
Every time after making dessert and ringing the doorbell, Gu Bai realizes in a trance that Si Yiming is not here today, and finally returns home with a flabby bag on his back.
Gu Bai felt that his state was not quite right, but this was the first time such a thing had happened to him, and he didn't know how to adjust it.
… but it’s not always right.
Gu Bai thought, Mr. Si is not his own, it is normal to have his own affairs.
He thought like this, but every day he looked at the empty house and the study where there were traces of Si Yiming everywhere, and felt a little wronged.
It took four days for Gu Bai to find out on the financial channel of the news feed that Mr. Si had gone to country M.
It turned out to be out of the country.
Gu Bai flipped through the news, sighed softly, and puffed out his face.
Halfway through the drum, he realized that he shouldn't be like this, raised his hand and rubbed his face, suppressing the little awkwardness in his heart.
Can be pressed down, the mood is not very good.
It was as if something precious had been lost, and my heart was empty, and something was waiting to be filled.
The low mood for several days in a row was not because of painting, which was a big event for Gu Bai.
Gu Bai pursed his lips and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to pick up the paint and leave the studio to paint the wall, the phone rang.
Gu Bai's eyes lit up, and after realizing that the caller ID was his brother's name, he quickly wilted.
He connected the phone, picked up the paintbrush and diluted the paint with water to adjust the color: "Hello?"
Senior brother went straight to the point over there and said directly: "Gu Xiaobai, someone has taken a fancy to your painting and asked you what the psychological price is."
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at the date: "Isn't it still not launched?"
"Yeah, it's definitely not the same price after the show, so people want to cut off the hustle." The brother said bluntly, "He just wants to find you to set it first, and then the show will be the same, but others will not have the opportunity to bid. "
This is not very kind to say, but the senior brother was asked, so he decided to ask the younger junior brother.
He couldn't take the place of the younger brother and refused, because this was Gu Bai's painting.
The movements of Gu Bai's hands slowly stopped.
This kind of operation exists, especially among the newly emerging artists.
Because the newcomers have no connections and are not willing to offend those bosses who have the capital to buy paintings at high prices, it is quite normal in the rich business circle to cut off Hu and directly buy the paintings that they like.
But Gu Bai didn't expect that someone would cut him on the head.
It's not that he is proud, it's because Mr. Xie told him before that he is now famous outside. Although he is not as good as those old artists, he is definitely the top among this group of newcomers.
In particular, Gu Bai's social circle, through the publicity of his college classmates and Mr. Xie, intentionally or unintentionally, has long been passed down into a magical place.
The only thing that Gu Bai is bad at is to gild himself with some prizes with high gold content.
Because he didn't have the opportunity to study at the top art colleges abroad, he could only choose to use the award to open the way.
But someone cut him off.
Gu Bai, who was not in a good mood at first, was angry.
Although when he painted that picture, he did draw it with the idea of selling it easily, so he didn't include Mr. Bai Yunpiao and himself, but now he doesn't want to sell it.
This is his precious memory.
Gu Bai thought, if one day Mr. Si completely fades out of his life like he is now, he will also paint these times as precious treasures.
These memories are priceless.
Gu Bai puffed up his face, thinking of the possible future, and lowered his eyes in despair, humming in a low voice, "I won't sell it."
"Okay." After getting this neat answer, the senior brother warned Gu Bai a few words about who the buyer who wanted his painting was, so he hung up the phone if he stumbled.
Gu Bai hung up the phone, put down the paintbrush in his hand angrily, sat on the stool, staring at the messy palette and various materials in front of him, sulking.
Just like when he was angry when someone peeked at a text message at a party before, after so long, Gu Bai still didn't know how to lose his temper.
Maybe it's because it's useless for him to lose his temper and no one cares - plus his baby face, anger is not a deterrent.
When Gu Bai was angry, he usually just kept sulking and forgot about it.
Si Yiming hurried back in a hurry, and when he ran over to pick up Gu Bai's work time, he saw an angry Gu Xiaobai sitting in front of the workbench.
Si Yiming frowned, turned his head to look at the other four who were still in a good mood, chatting and spanking, and then looked at Gu Bai: "What are you angry about?"
Gu Bai turned his head abruptly, with undisguised surprise on his face - and a very obvious joy that moved Si Yiming's heart.
Gu Bai instantly forgot the fact that he was still angry just now, and stood up abruptly: "Mr. Si! You are back!"
After he finished speaking, he paused again: "I read the news, aren't you in country M?"
"Well, there is a delay in the news, I just came back to pick you up." Si Yiming replied, looking at Gu Bai's happy smile, and asked again, "Who made you angry?"
Gu Bai, who was delighted the moment he saw Si Yiming, replied neatly, "No!"
He looked at Si Yiming as if he had returned to a fish in the water, and his mood that had been suffocating for days suddenly improved.
Seeing his happy look, Si Yiming didn't ask any further questions, but followed with a curved corner of his mouth: "Then... go home?"
"Okay!" Gu Bai hurriedly packed his things, followed behind Si Yiming with his backpack, looking at the fine windbreaker on Si Yiming's body, he couldn't help reaching out and grabbed his clothes. sleeve.
Si Yiming paused and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
"..." Gu Bai couldn't say what was wrong. He raised his head slightly and looked at Si Yiming. After a while, he hummed in a very low voice, "That's it... When you go out in the future, can you tell me where you went? how long… "
Si Yiming seemed to realize something, and his brows were raised high.
Gu Bai was looking at him like this, humming and humming, and he lost his voice. He silently retracted his claws and lowered his head, staring at his toes, feeling a little sad.
"Okay." Mr. Si finally nodded, "I'll tell you."
Gu Bai raised his head suddenly, looked at Mr. Si for a long time, and felt that the empty place in his heart that made him feel extremely uneasy was quickly filled.
Gu Bai, who finally got back to his normal state, looked at Mr. Si, who was tall and handsome with a handsome face in front of him, and sincerely praised: "Mr. Si, you are so handsome today."
The author has something to say: Si Yiming: It's okay, I can be yours alone, come and own me! !
Gu Bai: This small theater involved pornography, so I reported it.