Gu Baifang is gone.
He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Zhai Liangjun for help.
What should I do if Mr. Moji came to see me!
But unfortunately, he didn't get an answer right away.
Although Zhai Liangjun has a lot of free time when he is not working, but when he is working, he is basically in continuous rotation, and it is common for him to not come back once in a few months.
The doorbell rang again.
Gu Bai leaned over to the cat's eye and saw that the person outside the door had slightly frowned, and seemed to lose his patience.
Si Yiming is very good-looking and tall. When his face is straight, he has an air of indifference and self-arrogance. When his brows are wrinkled, when he shows unpleasantness, it makes his calf tremble even more.
Before meeting Si Yiming, Gu Bai didn't have a specific concept of words like this mysterious momentum and power, until Si Yiming pinned him to the ground with a knife and shivered, he didn't have any idea about such words. a clear understanding.
To be honest, Gu Bai was quite afraid of Si Yiming.
He couldn't think of the reason why Si Yiming came to him.
It can't be because he saw his previous violent behavior, so come to threaten him to let go!
The more Gu Bai thought about it, the more frightened he became.
The doorbell rang for the third time, and it landed in Gu Bai's ears like a reminder.
He took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob, and opened a small crack.
"You, how are you?" Gu Bai whispered hello through the crack of the door, "Is something wrong?"
Si Yiming looked at the crack in the door, was silent for two seconds, and said, "I want you to paint."
Gu Bai was stunned: "Huh?"
"Huang Yining introduced it." Si Yiming opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Are you free?"
Gu Bai hesitated for a while under the temptation of money, and finally chose to give in.
To his surprise, Si Yiming wasn't scary at all when he was peaceful.
At this time, the legendary boss was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, but when the hot tea was being served, he nodded politely towards him.
"What kind of painting do you want?" Gu Bai asked.
Si Yiming paused and replied, "Anything is fine, I want to see your paintings live."
Gu Bai was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a while.
It's not impossible to paint on site. When he set up a small booth before, his watercolor sketches were extremely efficient. He could finish a painting in 50 pieces, at most 40 minutes, and it was not impossible to do it in 20 minutes when it was fast.
But draw a fifty-dollar painting for this big guy...
Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming and felt that the price of fifty yuan seemed to be an insult to this gentleman.
"Is it inconvenient?" Si Yiming asked.
"No." Gu Bai pursed his lips, "What kind of finished painting do you want?"
Si Yiming answered quickly: "Huang Yining kind."
Gu Bai was stunned for a while, thinking of the life-size painting he drew for Ms. Huang, and shook his head: "That kind of takes a lot of time."
The implication is that live painting is basically impossible.
Recently, he has to go to the field with his teachers and brothers to make designs every day, and the rest of the time to paint the paintings in the exhibition is already a little nervous.
Gu Bai calculated the time and said, "I haven't been very free recently..."
Si Yiming frowned.
Gu Bai looked at his face, and felt a "squeak" in his heart.
"I'm not in a hurry." Si Yiming slowly let go of his brows, pondered for a while, then put the tea in his hand on the coffee table, turned his head and said to Gu Bai, "Wait a minute."
Gu Bai watched Si Yiming go out, and walked back three minutes later, holding a framed scroll in his hand and handing it to Gu Bai.
"Draw this," he said.
Copy
Gu Bai blankly took over the scroll and slowly unfolded it.
The goal is a roaring ink faucet, as if it was about to pounce on someone outside the painting. There are traces of dizziness on the dark brushstrokes. If you continue to unfold it, you can see that its four claws are open, and the fingertips are sharp. ,magnificent.
Ink painting is more about meaning than shape.
This volume of roaring dragon heads has drawn the ultimate in both shape and meaning.
Gu Bai unfolded all the scrolls, but did not see the artist's signature.
He was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Si Yiming, hesitant to ask.
Si Yiming was keenly aware of his hesitation: "What?"
"Can I ask, who drew this painting?" Gu Bai summoned his courage and asked.
Si Yiming shook his head and refused.
Gu Bai silently retracted his gaze and carefully rolled up the scroll: "Sorry, Mr. Si, my level is not up to this level."
"It doesn't matter." Si Yiming said, "You draw, you can set the price."
Gu Bai was a little confused.
He knew how good he was. This painting made him copy it. First, it didn't match the style of the painting, and second, it humiliated the original author of the painting.
Besides, those who are engaged in the art industry are a little disrespectful to the people who buy paintings asking them to copy other people's works.
But capitalists probably won't understand the sensitive and vulnerable mood of such art practitioners.
So Gu Bai said the truth: "I can't copy it."
"It's not copying, it's re-creating." Si Yiming corrected him.
Gu Bai let out a light sigh.
Re-creation based on this painting is still feasible.
Si Yiming asked him, "What kind of payment do you want?"
Hearing this, Gu Bai immediately figured out the thought he had thrown into the corner yesterday.
"That, that..." he asked nervously, "could you please introduce me to a stock?"
Si Yiming: "..."
Si Yiming showed an incredible expression of the same style as Huang Yining.
"Wait, wait two months after I have the principal..."
Gu Bai's voice became smaller and smaller under Si Yiming's inexhaustible gaze, and the courage raised by the smell of money shrank back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"…Can't you?" he murmured softly.
"...Yes." Si Yiming met this type of monster for the first time.
It should be said that this was the first time I met a monster who didn't take advantage of the opportunity to trade with him.
Are the little monsters now so simple
No, those monsters with a lot of hearts and thieves in modern society are definitely not worthy of the word "simple".
It's all the fault of human beings, look, what have they broken up with those monsters who only have violent thoughts in their minds
You can turn eighteen turns behind a sentence, who taught them
The monsters were obviously not like this thousands of years ago.
The monsters from a thousand years ago were simple and straight-minded, and they had no major shortcomings except that most of them fed on humans and their fears.
now what!
Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, thinking of those little monsters who were fancy touching porcelain when he went out, and he was not angry.
The real simplicity is probably only the little monster in front of him who has not yet penetrated into human society.
Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai's eyes sparkling with joy because he nodded and agreed to the reward. He watched it for a while, until Gu Bai felt uncomfortable and then averted his eyes.
So cute.
Si Yiming thought expressionlessly.
"I don't have much time recently, but I will finish the painting you want as soon as possible!"
Gu Bai was blinded by the money, and even forgot the shock Si Yiming brought him, and praised: "You are really a good person."
Si Yiming, who was issued a good person card, was quite happy.
He took a sip of tea and stood up to leave.
When he was at the door of the aisle, he said to Gu Bai, who was sent out, "Don't play with Zhai Liangjun and Huang Yining."
The vixen and the painted skin made a fuss all day long, and the whole building couldn't be peaceful. Si Yiming didn't care about it, it didn't mean he liked this kind of commotion.
Such a simple and obedient little monster, what a pity to be brought down!
Gu Bai looked up at Si Yiming, who was taller than Zhai Liangjun, thinking that not long ago, Mr. Zhai was also standing here, and in the same tone, he told him seriously: Don't provoke the mythical beasts in our building, they are super fierce.
Seeing Si Yiming's equally serious face, Gu Bai couldn't help laughing twice and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Si."
Si Yi Mingquan agreed as the little guy.
He closed the door with satisfaction, went home, and left the building with more than 30 paintings that he had collected from Huang Yining before, turning his head and walking towards the seventh unit next door.
He asked Gu Bai to paint for a reason, of course.
In the past ten years, there have been frequent natural disasters all over the land of China, and many strange beasts that symbolize great ominous ran out of their nests. The workload of the beasts responsible for guarding China has suddenly increased, and they can't wait to split one into two.
If Gu Bai's painting can meet the requirements, it can help a lot.
It's just that Si Yiming wasn't sure where Gu Bai's special aura came from.
He seemed to have an impression, but it felt specious, it was a little fuzzy.
The mythical beast has lived for so many years, and it is normal to feel vague about the long-term memory.
Si Yiming guessed that it was probably some old guy who let his cubs out to practice.
Which old guy's cub is, Bai Ze, who is in charge of affairs in the seventh unit next door, should be able to identify it through the paintings, Si Yiming thought.
As a result, when he arrived at Unit 7, he was told that Bai Ze was out on a trip, and he went to the Amazon jungle for an in-depth exploration that separated more than half of the world.
Dare to travel at this time!
The good mood that Si Yiming had just cultivated in Gu Bai's place vanished in an instant.
Gu Bai carefully hung the picture scroll in the middle of the large studio on the second floor, and rubbed his hungry stomach to cook. After he was full, he received a reply from Mr. Zhai.
Mr. Zhai sent him a candle.
Gu Bai paused, and returned a message to Mr. Zhai.
He said: Mr. Zhai, I think Mr. Si is a good person.
Zhai Liangjun, who was preparing to shoot a night show in the film and television city, saw this message.
She showed a terrified expression as if she had seen a fairy.
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