Brother Shuang... no, Sister Shuang's human flesh printing technology once again amazed the audience.
Howard originally just wanted to watch the fun, and when he showed Ye Shuang the location of the painting shop, he thought that the latter was probably trying to be clever, or maybe buy some oil paintings on consignment from art students from the shop owner. such as…
But what Howard didn't expect was that Ye Shuang actually bought the painting tools and paper without even asking any unnecessary questions, and then took Su Zheng and him to find another place with a wide view to sit. .
Then in the next ten minutes, Howard witnessed the birth of a landscape painting - Paul Signac's pointillism technique, not through lines or color blocks, but entirely through small color dots on the tip of the pen. The mixture and juxtaposition on the canvas form a vivid picture that conforms to optical laws and has a more three-dimensional effect of light and shadow.
—It’s simply a sparse artificial version of inkjet printing! !
Not only does Ye Shuang "paint" very quickly, the finished product is also of a very high standard. This painting method is more popular with her than other techniques. As long as the coordinates of all color points are completely arranged, all problems will be no problem.
Howard almost swallowed the gum in his mouth, and Su Zheng couldn't help but scream after watching it for three minutes.
When Ye Shuang finally put the last stroke, what appeared on the drawing paper was a picture that was almost the same as the street scene in front of the three of them.
Dense color touches blend into the entire picture, and the mixture of color and light perfectly enhances the reflectivity of the picture. The paint is not mixed in advance on the palette, but directly juxtaposed with other colors on the canvas, intuitively and contrastingly displayed in the eyes of the viewer.
It is different from line outline and different from the rendering of thick ink and light color. This painting technique is cumbersome and requires a lot of patience and concentration, but for Ye Shuang's current situation, it feels just right.
"It's done!" After clicking on the last bit of color, Ye Shuang changed a pencil and turned it around on her finger deftly and leisurely, then left her name on the lower right corner of the drawing paper, and marked the time - the date. ten days ago.
"What do you mean?" Su Zheng withdrew her shocked gaze from the screen and calmed down a little. After reading Ye Shuang's series of actions just now, she still didn't quite understand the current rhythm: "Sister Shuang, do you want to use Impress the old man with your talent, and then compete with the thief for his favor?"
Ye Shuang looked at Su Zheng with a black eye: "I told you to watch less harem dramas. A group of women with good status are filmed in the style of a concubine in the backyard of a warlord... If you watch too many IQ dramas, there will be so much competition for favor. universal?"
Su Zheng curled her lips and was unhappy.
Ye Shuang smiled, put down the pencil and picked up an eraser again: "Look, this is the key!" After saying that, he used the eraser to erase the name just now - because he used too much force when signing, and then In addition, there is a layer of linen on the surface of the oil painting paper. Even after wiping hard with the eraser, there are still faint traces of graphite left on the paper.
You can't tell if you don't look carefully, and unless someone is looking for it, it doesn't hurt.
After throwing away the eraser and replacing it with a thinner pencil refill, Ye Shuang re-signed the place where he had just wiped it. But this time, what was drawn under the tip of the pen was no longer a handsome Chinese character, but a slightly tilted beautiful squiggle - "Cyril"
"This is the real completion." Picking up the work, nothing could be seen from the surface except that it was an outstanding painting. Ye Shuang blew away the lead powder or eraser shavings that may have remained on the surface of the drawing paper.
After dusting it off again, I felt that it was not perfect, so I randomly found a few places on the drawing paper to rub or scratch it, and then laid it out again... Until I could no longer find anything wrong, Ye Shuang finally Satisfied, he patted the drawing paper and handed it directly to Su Zheng, who was already impatient next to him: "Don't tell me you can't do it, this is 5*8 size... The backpack Cyril carried today can definitely do it. You can fit it in, but if you want to stuff it in without being discovered, it will really test your skill, after all, it’s not just a matter of just opening a small hole in the bag.”
Su Zheng was very confident: "Leave it to me! What does this little thing mean? If I don't let that kid see it, he won't know that I am a scheming party in the great world... Ah! It's scary to have empty hands!"
Ye Shuang's expressionless face was too lazy to correct him: "... Well, come on. It's up to you to promote the traditional culture of the motherland!"
Su Zheng did not shy away from the fact that Howard, a fat foreigner, was also there. After taking the drawing paper, he lifted up his clothes to expose his belly. Then he stuffed the drawing paper into his clothes. He put down the clothes and touched them left and right. He didn't know how to adjust them. After a while, the drawing paper that was holding up her clothes just now was folded and folded snugly against her body. There was basically no difference at all from the surface, just like there was nothing underneath the thin coat. …
"Wow...!" Howard whistled. His eyes, which were squeezed out to be extremely narrow due to obesity, were particularly vulgar: "Oriental women's skin is indeed very delicate. Coupled with the slender frame, the curvature of the waist is also very soft. pretty… "
Su Zheng looked at Howard suspiciously and asked Ye Shuang: "Sister Shuang, what is this foreigner talking about? I always feel that it's not a good thing!"
"...He is praising you." Ye Shuang answered vaguely.
"Really? You stupid Waiguoren, you have to bow down to the exquisite skills honed by the five thousand years of profound knowledge of our great empire, right? Haha!" Su Zheng laughed three times proudly, and then shuddered: "But I still think There’s something weird about it.”
Ye Shuang decisively pretended to be dead. Although it was a bit unkind to his subordinates, it was better not to provoke unnecessary disputes like this.
Although Howard has a mean mouth, as a rare way, if he can really win the other party to his side, even if the two parties take advantage of each other, Ye Shuang can save a lot of time and energy.
…
After comforting Su Zheng, let the girl go out and get to work quickly before Cyril and the old collector broke up.
Ye Shuang and Howard sat down again not far from Cyril, watching the scene over there from a distance.
"Is your friend really okay?" Noticing that Su Zheng was approaching Cyril, Howard's eyes became more focused and he asked with interest as if watching a good show.
His attitude towards gossiping is not irritating, but what is even more annoying is that this person only reads it, and has to comment like a poisonous host on a talent show: "Wow, your friend is Walking straight over so awkwardly? Although the expression is very natural, but the route is so clear, Cyril will subconsciously focus on it... By the way, not to mention the Oriental appearance of the little girl, which is extremely conspicuous in France. ”
Ye Shuang silently pressed somewhere on the screen of her phone, and then a beep sound came from her phone.
Howard was curious: "What are you doing?"
Ye Shuang raised her head: "I was recording you just now. I will send it to my friend later. Although she doesn't understand French, if she is interested, she can also use this recording to find other friends to translate."
"..." Howard looked at Ye Shuang lazily for half a minute: "Are you really sincerely cooperating like this?"
"Hey!" Ye Shuang also pouted: "If you know you are a bitch, just restrain yourself. If you have nothing to do, just use Xiao Su's inability to understand French as a topic and use her as a topic. You are right. I can't see you two having a fight, but Don’t forget… There is an idiom in our country called ‘settlement of accounts after autumn’.”
Howard snorted, took a sip of coffee that he had almost turned into milk tea, and stopped talking.
Just when Ye Shuang and Howard were talking a few words, when they raised their heads and looked in the direction of Cyril, Su Zheng had already passed by the latter's table.
Ye Shuang didn't know how Su Zheng did it, but after Ye Shuang looked over and Su Zheng came back with a smile and a thumbs up sign, Ye Shuang was sure that she had succeeded.
Ye Shuang calmly glanced at Cyril's backpack hanging behind his stool. Ye Shuang couldn't see any difference between its position and shape. But... "Hey! It's your turn!"
If you can't see it, you can't see it. Anyway, it's just a matter of practice makes perfect. This kind of thing is all about practicing hand speed.
Thinking of this, Ye Shuang put aside her curiosity and kicked Howard's leather shoes under the table.
"Huh?" Howard didn't understand yet: "What should I do?"
"Xiao Su has got it, and now the painting is in Cyril's backpack." Ye Shuang introduced his family as a promising child.
As expected, after seeing the shocked look on Howard's face, Ye Shuang was filled with pride: "You foreigners are just following a planned route to steal, taking advantage of people's psychological or visual blind spots one after another. But Xiao Su is very good at operations... She doesn't need to make anyone lower their guard at all. Even if they are face to face, you can't see how she moves... So I would like to kindly remind you that if you continue to offend Xiao Su If so, be careful one day someone even steals your underwear."
"..." Howard shook the fat on his cheeks and laughed dryly: "Oh, magical Eastern culture?"
"..."Ci'ao! I have told you not to regard this kind of technology as the representative culture of our country!
Ye Shuangpi smiled but said: "Whatever you think... Also, I just said it's your turn to play, why don't you go?"
Howard sighed silently, picked up the cup and drank the rest of the coffee in one go, then pushed away from the table and stood up: "Okay, okay, what do you want me to do in your plan?"
"It's very simple!" Ye Shuang raised her chin and pointed in the direction of Cyril: "Find a way to get him to open the bag and reveal the painting... whatever method you use." (To be continued)