Soul Painter

　　 Xin did not mention that he was wearing a disposable lunch box with roast duck rice, and when he returned to the studio, he planned several versions of rhetoric in his mind.

　　 "Hey, lunatic, this eldest lady sees you are going to die of starvation. I'm especially rewarded."

　　 No, this statement is too domineering, not only seems to be guilty, but also with that guy's temper, it is very likely that the whole box of lunch will be held on the ground.

　　 Among all the people Xin Wei met, no one can be more difficult to serve than Gao Fan.

　　 "Come and eat some, don't starve yourself..."

I bother!

　　 I'm so angry.

　　 is not acting in a TV series.

　　 If you put it there quietly, leave a note...

　　 This is a good practice.

　　 But what is written on the note?

　　 Xin Wei returned to the studio again with 100 points of entanglement.

　　 Sure enough, Gao Fan is still here.

Under the bright light of the studio, Gao Fan’s tall and thin figure was wrapped in a large sweater. His hair was half-long, and it was shiny under the light—it must have been a long time since he washed it. He waved his hands wholeheartedly. The carbon pen should be re-priming.

　　 Xin Wei coughed.

　　 But Gao Fan didn't hear it.

Xin Wei walked behind Gao Fan and happened to see Gao Fan waving his arm, drawing an arc from sky to earth on the canvas in front of him. This arc was soft and flexible, and Xin Wei seemed to see a glow on the canvas. Surfaced.

impressive!

Xin Wei's eyes widened. Sketching has always been Gao Fan’s weakness. He almost skipped all the static sketching lessons because he said that he didn’t like those boring lines. He liked colors and all kinds of colors. In order to like it, he came to Tianmei to go to school. If he didn't like it, what else would he paint?

　　 Waywardly like a big artist.

　　 But there is no such thing as a big artist.

　　 Except for a flash of surprise at the new military training party, he looks like a prince charming.

　　At other times, Gao Fan was very difficult to get along with. He seemed to be reluctant to associate with other people at all. This made him walk alone, just like an alien.

Xin Wei also hates Gao Fan’s character very much. She called the lunatic name first, but she never said clearly, she also really appreciates Gao Fan’s talents, and Xin Wei, who has accepted artistic rendering since childhood In his eyes, Gao Fan should be a genius artist.

Xin Wei’s father is a well-known domestic psychologist. When Xin Wei once described Gao Fan to him, Xin Wei’s father smiled and said, “That child just looks like an artist, and personality and talent are not the same thing. You will understand when you grow up."

To this day, Xin Wei has gradually realized that she only drew a template for talented artists, and Gao Fan happened to fit this template very well, but whether or not he is genius depends on the work. In the three years of university, Gao Fan did not show Corresponding talents, so this appreciation gradually fades.

However, at this moment, Gao Fan’s stroke that fell on the canvas caused Xin Wei’s heart to jump wildly. This stroke was too exciting. Looking at Gao Fan at this moment, she seemed to have seen the freshman military training evening. The handsome boy in white fluttering.

　　 looked at it for a while.

　　 Xin did not realize that this was not a flash of inspiration.

　　 High line ability, it seems that in a short period of time, it has got an extraordinary improvement, it seems to be almost comparable to Lin Senhao, but how is this possible?

　　 And Gao Fan, never noticed Xin Wei.

　　 With doubts and incomprehension, Xin Wei put the roast duck rice behind Gao Fan and went back to the bedroom without leaving a note.

the next day.

　　 Xin Wei hurried to the studio and met several classmates the same early, including Lin Senhao, but did not see Gao Fan in front of Gao Fan's easel.

　　 "Where is the madman?" Xin Wei asked Lin Senhao.

　　 "I went back early in the morning, and I was asleep." Lin Senhao said, glanced at Gao Fan's drawing board, and said, "It's probably not done well, it looks very annoying."

　　Xin Wei walked to Gao Fan's drawing board and saw the canvas that had been shoveled into a mess.

　　 is fine, right? I don't know what he wanted to paint... Xin Wei thought, and looked down again, that roast duck rice was put there in its entirety, how it came from yesterday, and what it is today, she sighed a little.

Lin Senhao looked at all this with jealous light flashing in his eyes. Of course he remembered this lunch box. When he came to the studio this morning, he noticed it. Think about it after only a few bites last night, Xin Wei hurriedly ended the dinner and went to give it to him. Gao Fan can't help but feel even more uncomfortable when he packs a box lunch.

　　 Gao Fan only came to the studio at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 Obviously it was a wash, the half-length hair was tied behind his head, and the thin face was full of energy. In terms of appearance, Gao Fan could directly play the role of Dali, one of the top three most handsome painters in history.

But today Gao Fan was obviously in a worse mood. He came with a forehead lawsuit. He came to the studio and started shoveling the dye that he hadn’t finished shoveling yesterday. Seeing his bearish appearance, Xin Wei didn’t want to be boring to himself, just forgotten. After seeing it, Gao Fan hugged his shoulders in front of the canvas for a while, and then began to paint.

　　 is a strange feeling. When Gao Fan started to paint, his expression became a bit...crazy.

Gao Fan’s fault can be detected by all his classmates. He now seems to be covering an aura of'human beings approaching', staring at the painting in front of him, as if staring at the enemy, holding some kind of Be sure to complete the obsession, coloring in Fei Kuaiyun pen.

　　 until eleven o'clock in the evening.

　　 Gao Fan did not eat or drink for eight full hours.

　　 Xin Wei, before leaving after nine o’clock, put a copy of Gao Fan’s favorite roast duck rice behind him as usual, then glanced at Gao Fan’s paintings, and then Xin Wei showed a shocked expression.

good, very good.

　　 is better than yesterday.

If it is said yesterday that Xin Wei could still see what is good about UU reading www.uukanshu.com, then Xin Wei can’t understand it anymore. It just feels that both the color and the layout are particularly impactful. A sense of despair rushed out of the canvas.

That small picture seems to paint a big world. The painting only reveals a corner of the world. In addition, there are boundless unknowns and horrors that are conceived in that world and may pass through this small window at any time. , Rush to the real world.

　　 is kind of...horrible.

　　 Xin Wei thought, not feeling shivering.

　　...

　　 Three o'clock in the morning.

　　 Gao Fan made the last stroke.

　　 The system gives feedback in time.

　　‘The similarity is 99.99%, the mission is completed, the reward...’

　　Before the task is completed, Gaofan’s system status is as follows:

　　SAN value 49, color 54, structure 57, line 55, anatomy 8, psychology 6.

　　 The SAN value of 49 has already fallen below the warning line.

　　 When Gao Fan watched the world, he was already distorted. He was extremely happy for a moment, and he was so angry that his thoughts exploded. The chaos has surpassed reason and occupied Gao Fan's body and mind.

　　 This is an adventure. On the second attempt, Gao Fan thought that his skill value was still not enough to complete a 100% imitation of "Hell's Gate".

After 　　, he again added the small amount of SAN to the three major items, especially the lines.

　　 If he can't finish this time, Gao Fan knows that he might be sent to a mental hospital.

　　 But he suddenly had an inspiration at that time.

　　 "Hell's Gate" was originally a crazy and desperate work. He lowered the SAN value to a lower level. Wouldn't it be more in line with the spiritual temperament that the original author wanted to express?

　　 It was very risky, but he succeeded.