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 gave Ye Shuang the location of the painting supplies store, he thought that the latter was probably trying to play tricks, or, for example, buy some oil paintings consigned by art students from the owner of the store. such as…
But what Howard didn't expect was that Ye Shuang really obediently bought the painting tools and paper, and didn't even ask any extra questions, and then took Su Zheng and him to find another place to sit with a wide view .
Then in the next ten minutes, Howard witnessed the birth of a landscape painting—Paul? Signac's pointillism method does not use lines or color blocks, but completely mixes and juxtaposes the small color dots on the pen tip on the canvas to form vivid pictures that conform to the laws of optics and have more three-dimensional light and shadow effects.
—Simply a sparse artificial version of inkjet printing! !
Not to mention Ye Shuang's "drawing" at high speed, the finished product is also of a high standard. This painting method is more popular with her than other techniques. As long as the coordinates of all the color points are completely arranged, all problems will not be a problem.
Howard almost swallowed the chewing gum in his mouth, and Su Zheng couldn't help screaming after watching it for three minutes.
When Ye Shuang finally made the last stroke, what appeared on the drawing paper was a picture that was almost identical to the street scene in front of the three of them.
Dense color touches blend into the whole picture, and the mixture of color and light perfectly improves the reflectivity of the picture. The pigments are not mixed in advance on the palette, but are directly juxtaposed with other colors on the canvas, which are displayed in the eyes of the viewer in an intuitive and contrasting manner.
It is different from the outline of lines, and different from the rendering of thick ink and light colors. This painting technique is cumbersome and requires great patience and attention, but for Ye Shuang's current situation. It was just a good feeling.
"It's done!" After clicking the last bit of color, Ye Shuang changed to a pencil and twirled it dexterously and leisurely on her finger, then left her name on the lower right corner of the drawing paper, and marked the time by the way—the date will be ten days ago.
"What do you mean?" After Su Zheng withdrew her shocking gaze from the screen, she calmed down a little. After watching Ye Shuang's series of actions just now, she still didn't quite understand the current rhythm: "Sister Shuang, do you want to use Talent impresses the old man. Then compete with that thief for favor?"
Ye Shuang glanced at Su Zheng with black lines: "I told you to watch less harem dramas, a group of women who are well-behaved, and they are photographed like concubines in the backyard of warlords... Watching too many IQ-inducing ones. Competing for favor is so important." universal?"
Su Zheng pursed her lips in displeasure.
Ye Shuang smiled, put down the pencil and picked up an eraser again: "Look, this is the key!" As he spoke, he erased the name just now with the eraser—because he used too much force when signing, he would not write it again. In addition, there is a layer of linen material on the surface of the oil painting paper. Even after rubbing hard with the eraser. There are still faint traces of graphite on the paper.
You can't see it unless you look carefully, unless someone is looking for it. Otherwise it doesn't hurt too much.
Throwing away the eraser again, and changing to a thinner pencil lead, Ye Shuang re-signed at the position that had been wiped just now. But this time, what is drawn under the nib of the pen is no longer a handsome Chinese character, but a slightly slanted beautiful cursive - "cyril"
"This is the real completion." Picking up, nothing can be seen from the surface. A work that can only be identified as an outstanding painting. Ye Frost blows away any lead powder or rubber shavings that may remain on the surface of the drawing paper.
After dusting it casually, I felt that it was not perfect, so I randomly found a few places on the drawing paper and rubbed or scratched it a little. And then spread it evenly... Ye Shuang patted the drawing paper with satisfaction until she could no longer find anything wrong. He handed it directly to Su Zheng, who was already impatient by the side: "Don't tell me you can't do it, this one is 53*38 in size... The backpack Cyril is carrying today can definitely hold it, but it must be stuffed into it." If you haven’t been discovered at the same time, this will test your level, after all, it’s not just a small hole in the bag.”
Su Zheng is very confident: "Leave it to me! What is this trivial thing? If you don't let that kid see it, he won't know that I am a big smuggler... Ah bah! It's scary to be empty-handed!"
Ye Shuang's face was expressionless and she was too lazy to correct it: "... well, come on. It's up to you to promote the traditional culture of the motherland!"
Su Zheng didn't shy away from the fact that Howard, a fat foreigner, was also on the side. After taking the drawing paper, he lifted up his clothes to expose his belly, then stuffed the drawing paper into the clothes, put down the clothes, twisted them left and right, and touched them. He didn't know how to adjust them. After a while, the drawing paper that was holding up the clothes just now was smacked by her body, and there was basically no abnormality on the surface, just like there was nothing under the thin layer of coat. …
"Wow...!" Howard whistled a little, his eyes squeezed so narrow due to obesity were particularly wretched: "The skin of oriental women is really delicate, coupled with the thinner skeleton, the waist curve is also very soft pretty… "
Su Zheng looked at Howard suspiciously, and asked Ye Shuang: "Sister Shuang, what is this damn foreigner talking about? I always feel that it is not a good thing!"
"...he's praising you." Ye Shuang replied vaguely.
"Really? The ignorant crooked nuts are worshiped by the exquisite technology honed by the five thousand years of my great heaven, haha!" Su Zheng laughed three times triumphantly, and then shivered: "But I still think Something is weird."
Ye Shuang resolutely pretended to be dead. Although it was not good for her subordinates, it is better not to provoke unnecessary disputes like this.
Although Howard's mouth is cheap, but as a rare way, if he can really win the other party to his side, even if the relationship between the two parties is mutual use, Ye Shuang can save a lot of effort and energy.
…
After comforting Su Zheng, let the girl go out and work quickly before Cyril and the old collector broke up.
Ye Shuang and Howard sat down not far from Cyril again, watching the scene over there from a distance.
"Is your friend really okay?" Noticing that Su Zheng had approached Cyril, Howard's eyes became more focused, and he looked forward to watching a good show with interest.
His attitude towards gossip is not irritating, what is even more irritating is that this person just watched it, and he still had the attitude of a poisonous host on a talent show: "Wow, your friend Such a clumsy straight walk? Although the expression is very natural, but the route is so clear, Cyril will subconsciously focus on it... By the way, let alone the little girl's oriental appearance, which is extremely conspicuous in France gone."
Ye Shuang silently pressed somewhere on the screen of the phone, and then there was a beep from the phone.
Howard was curious: "What are you doing?"
Ye Shuang looked up: "I was recording for you just now, and I will pass it on to my friend later. Although she doesn't understand French, if she is interested, she can use this recording to find other friends to translate."
"..." Howard looked lazily at Ye Shuang for half a minute: "Are you really cooperating with sincerity?"
"Tch!" Ye Shuang also curled her lips: "If you know that you are cheap, you should restrain yourself. If you have something to do, you can rely on Xiao Su not knowing French and use her as a topic. You are right. I can't see you guys getting stiff, but Don't forget... There is an idiom in our country called 'Settle accounts after autumn'"
Howard snorted, took a sip of the coffee that he had almost turned into milk tea, and stopped talking.
When Ye Shuang and Howard spoke a few words just now, when the two raised their heads to look in Cyril's direction, 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 returned with a smile and a thumbs up, Ye Shuang was sure that she had succeeded.
Calmly, he glanced at Cyril's backpack hanging behind his own stool, Ye Shuang really couldn't see any difference in its position and shape from just now. But... "Hey! It's your turn!"
If you can't see it, you can't see it. Anyway, it's a matter of practice makes perfect. This kind of thing is the hand speed of practice.
Thinking of this, Ye Shuang put down her curiosity and kicked Howard's leather shoes under the table.
"Huh?" Howard still didn't understand: "What am I going to do?"
"Xiao Su has already succeeded, and now the painting is already in Cyril's backpack." Ye Shuang introduced her family's future like a child and said proudly.
After seeing the shocked expression on Howard's face as expected, Ye Shuang immediately became more proud: "You foreigners stealing is just following the planned route, taking advantage of people's psychological or visual blind spots one by one. But Xiao Su is very easy to operate... She doesn't need to let anyone relax, even if it's face-to-face defense, you can't see how she moves... So I kindly remind you by the way, if you continue to offend Xiao Su If so, be careful that one day someone will even steal your underwear.”
"..." Howard's fat cheeks trembled, and he smiled dryly: "Oh, magical oriental culture?"
"..." Ciao! I have said that don't take this kind of technology as the representative culture of our country without authorization!
Ye Shuang smiled bluntly: "You can think whatever you want... Also, I just said that 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 wiped his mouth and pushed the table away to stand up: "Okay, okay, what do you want me to do in your plan?"
"It's very simple!" Ye Shuang raised his chin and pointed in Cyril's direction: "Go and find a way to make him open the bag to reveal the painting... whatever you want."