"Old Zhang! Where did you get this corn?" The landlady's eyes lit up and she raised her voice and asked, "Where did you buy it? Why don't you buy more? This corn is delicious, much better than the corn you bought before.
."
"Yeah, right, I think so too." Lao Zhang said vaguely: "But don't even think about buying more. These are the last two sticks in my hand, so I bought them both."
The landlady rolled her eyes, "Old Zhang, I have an idea, tell me, can we..."
Lao Zhang looked at his wife's expression and said, "Don't think about it, I know what you are thinking. But I just asked you about what you are thinking about. This is what you grow at home, and there are only a few of them.
Business can’t be done.”
The landlady said disappointedly: "Well, that's really a pity."
"It's a pity, but don't worry, I just asked for her phone number. I will definitely get it for our own food." Lao Zhang patted his chest and said.
The proprietress sat back on the chair and smiled, "Okay, then remember to buy more, and then send some to your parents' house and my parents' house."
…
At the other end, Wen Xu set up a tent.
It didn't take long for the tent to be set up. After hearing the instructions, I got into the tent, put down the curtain, and began to meditate quietly.
The mountain is noisy, and there is an endless stream of people who come here from morning to night to climb up and look into the distance. It is a lively and quiet place. Compared with quiet rental houses or flower shops that are easily disturbed, the noisy Jinding Mountain is more
It can calm down the mind after listening to it.
Wen Xu slowly closed her eyes, as if she had logged into a third-person game. She "saw" herself sitting quietly in the tent. When her perspective jumped out of the tent, she saw the camp proprietress and the camp boss staring at each other.
She was in a daze after eating two corn cobs. She saw Tang Ming and his wife, one holding the child and the other holding the child, looking for something in the crowd.
The angle of view is getting higher and higher, slowly covering Liuding Peak, Wuding Peak, Sanding Peak, and then slowly covering the zoo at the foot of the mountain.
A little sweat slowly broke out on Wen Xu's forehead. The further the spiritual consciousness extends, it is not difficult to look at it generally. But if you want to control your spiritual consciousness well and improve the "pixels" of your spiritual consciousness, there are still a lot of things to do.
practise.
Wen Xu calmed down and slowly felt the limit of the extension of her consciousness. Her consciousness crossed the Jinding River, Gulou Street, the train station, and Baiyun Temple in the suburbs of Dingcheng.
The direction in which the Jinding River flows and surges, and if it expands further outward, it will enter the sea.
But the moment Wen Xu's consciousness approached the mouth of the sea, it was like a tape measure being stretched to its limit. The person pulling the tape measure suddenly let go without saying hello, and the tape measure that had been stretched out was lost.
With an external force, the tape measure was quickly retracted into the tape measure chamber.
I closed it too hard, my head was buzzing when I heard the sequence, and I felt dizzy for a while.
Wen Xu breathed out gently and rested for a while before Wen Xu dared to continue to release his consciousness.
Wen Xu controlled his consciousness to scan the Jiuding Peak. The four sides of the Jiuding Peak were as smooth and neat as a knife. From a distance, it looked like a huge bronze tripod.
This is why Jinding Mountain got its name.
Wen Xu slowly opened her eyes, got out of the tent, looked at the distant mountains, and slowly stretched her consciousness. After a long time, she stretched, took out her mobile phone, and checked the time.
It's getting late, today's training mission has been completed, and it's time to go down the mountain.
After Wen Xu packed up his luggage, he no longer took the stone path, but instead took the plank path that was more convenient for walking.
After turning a few corners, I saw a young man controlling a drone.
He looks like a young college student, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has slightly long hair. He looks like he hasn't been to a barber shop for a haircut in at least three months.
A sketching easel was placed next to the young man, and the painting on it was mostly completed. However, the young man was looking up at the drone in the sky, and his attention was not on the painting.
Of course, the young man did not pay attention to the other pedestrians coming and going on the plank road.
Wen Xu is also one of the pedestrians.
She passed by the young man and left. Suddenly, Wen Xu stopped and turned back.
really weird.
Wen Xu always felt that something was wrong.
The young man's paintings are sketches of Jiuding Peak. To be honest, the young man's sketches are very beautiful, and the proportions and details are very particular. Wen Xu can tell that the young man is using sketches to "restore" the Jiuding Peak of Jinding Mountain.
but……
The more Wen Xu looked at it, the more strange he felt. He always felt that there was something missing in the painting, as if a naughty child had secretly erased a piece of it with an eraser after the young man had finished the painting.
This is……
Art processing?
Xu Shiwenxu was too focused on "viewing" the masterpiece of sketches in front of him, and the young man finally withdrew his attention from the drone in the sky.
The young man looked at Wen Xu and smiled: "Ten yuan, thank you."
"What?" Wen Xu was stunned, not understanding the meaning of the young man's words. "This painting costs ten yuan?"
Still looking at it for ten bucks.
The young man obviously did not expect that the price given by Wen Xu was so low. This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned. The young man smiled and said: "A painting costs one thousand, and a look is ten yuan."
Wen Xu did not bargain with the young man, but said: "You haven't finished this painting yet."
"It's almost done." The young man put down the drone's remote control, picked up the pencil, made two strokes, and wrote his signature in the blank space of the sketch, "Okay, you can pay."
"...I suspect you are kidding me." Wen Xu pointed to the cliff of Jiuding Peak in the painting, "Are there any details missing here?"
"What details? A tree?" The young man opened the tablet slowly and found a photo for Wen Xu to see. "I'm sorry, I'm a realist. If you can find the difference between this sketch and this photo,
If there is any difference, then I will give you this sketch for free."
"real?"
"Of course it's true, why should I lie to you."
"Okay." Wen Xu nodded and immediately began to compare the photo on the left with the sketch on the right, "The tree on the Jiuding Peak Plank Road has fifteen branches instead of twelve; the stone path under the tree
The upper right corner of this stone step is damaged, but it is not reflected in your painting; there are six people sitting in the pavilion, but only five in your painting, and you did not draw the lady's right shoelace is loose.
as well as……"
Every time Wen Xu mentioned a difference, the young man's face darkened.
The young man held it in, but in the end he couldn't hold it in anymore. He blushed and said, "That's outrageous. Why don't you find fault?"
"Aren't you looking for it?"
"Okay, okay, stop looking. Stop looking. I'll give it to you."
Wen Xu did not go to get it immediately, but instead looked at Jiuding Peak opposite.
Wen Xu's look made the young man's expression even more ugly, "What's wrong? You think I'm not good at painting, and you don't even want me anymore?"
Wen Xu said, "Please lend me the paper and pen, thank you."
Good guy, someone actually wanted to challenge me. The young man gave up his position and said, "Okay, okay, you can draw."
Wen Xu held a pencil in his hand, turned over a new page of sketch paper, and drew directly from top to bottom on Jiuding Peak.
Wen Xu's sketching skills are not very good aesthetically, but he can hold the pencil steadily.
The young man tilted his body and looked at Wen Xu's masterpiece. The corners of his mouth twitched again and again, "Hey, how many 3D printers have you eaten? Your kind of painting is rare."
Wen Xu did not speak, but continued to draw intently.
The contempt in the young man's eyes disappeared, replaced by uncontrollable exclamation. However, he soon felt strange, "This..."
The young man said in surprise: "This ratio is wrong. How can the cliff at Jiuding Peak be so big? Just change it to one-fifth. Did you draw it wrong?"
