After spreading the paper and grinding the ink, the two began to draw.
When Xie Pingsheng set up a stall by the lake, although he also sold calligraphy and paintings, painted portraits, and painted landscapes, he was not a full-time job after all.
And I never thought about painting someone to death. Now when I pick up the pen, I can’t think of what kind of scene or expression it would be like for a murderer to be chopped up on his head. I can only refer to the paintings brought back by Bai Yue a few days ago.
Anyway, they are all dead, so it should be very different.
Xie Pingsheng thought so and started writing.
Ding Miao's thoughts were the same. He was stunned for a while, and then began to draw. Obviously, he had never seen the scene of the death penalty being beheaded. The drawings cannot be said to be bad, but they are not satisfactory.
Bai Yue has never seen the real death row prisoner execution, but she has really seen the death row prisoner. No matter how calm she was before, she knew that she had been sentenced to death and was really facing death.
, that's different.
No one spoke, Team Xing didn't call, and even Lao Kong, who was eating, calmed down and watched them draw together.
After a while, two paintings were finished. Bai Yue commented: "The paintings are both good, but they are not very similar..."
Xie Pingsheng just wanted to roll his eyes.
He didn't know whether he looked like him or not. He was all based on imagination, but how could Bai Yue know whether he looked like him or not? After all, Bai Yue could never have seen him.
Ding Miao was very modest. He said ashamed: "I don't think it's very similar, but I have never seen that scene before, and I don't know what it looks like."
Bai Yue nodded: "Yes, it's better to be perfect only by seeing it."
After saying that, she turned to look at Lao Kong.
"Old Kong, do you think so?"
Lao Kong's roast chicken has basically been eaten. Now he is holding a meatless chicken neck in his hand and staring at the two paintings blankly.
Everyone's hearts were stuttering, and Liang Meng became even more alert. Lao Kong's reaction was a bit abnormal, and it seemed to be about to have an attack. Could it be that he pretended to be stupid and was the murderer?
Ding Miao was also frightened by Lao Kong and whispered: "Old Kong?"
Old Kong looked at the painting in a daze, suddenly screamed hoarsely, and then rushed over.
Liang Meng and Jian Yu were about to stop him, but Bai Yue grabbed him with one hand.
"Shh." Bai Yue said softly: "Look at what he is going to do?"
Lao Kong rushed over, grabbed Ding Miao's painting and tore it off, then pulled it apart with both sides, torn it in half, and then into four and a half. While tearing it, he muttered something in his mouth.
Ding Miao felt a little depressed when he saw his painting tearing, but he wanted to go forward to stop Lao Kong but didn't dare. Lao Kong looked a little crazy now, and no one knew if he would tear the paintings now and tear people apart.
After Lao Kong tore the painting into several pieces, he threw the shredded paper on the ground, venting his anger with his feet.
Although Lao Kong had a problem with his voice and his speech was vague, he was close to him. After listening carefully, everyone still heard a few words vaguely.
Not worthy of... disappointment... after going over and over again, I could only hear a few words that were inconsistent with the introductory words.
Everyone didn't know what he was talking about.
After Lao Kong teared Ding Miao's paintings, everyone thought he would continue to tear Xie Pingsheng to death, but he didn't. Instead, he sat down and sat in front of the torn picture, crying loudly.
What's wrong with this? Everyone looked at each other.
Ding Miao also looked confused. Obviously, although he had been to Yucun many times and had seen Lao Kong many times, he had never seen Lao Kong's appearance and was a little scared.
Bai Yue squatted down and whispered: "This painting is too ugly and fake."
Old Kong seemed to have found a soulmate, and immediately looked up at Bai Yue, with an anxious look in his eyes: "You think it's right, you think it's right."
I don’t know if it’s urgent, but Lao Kong’s words were paused after three or two words, but now he can connect one sentence.
"Yes." Bai Yue turned his mind: "What should I do? Do you have a way?"
Lao Kong frowned: "What to do, what to do, what to do..."
"Yes." Bai Yue said sadly: "What should I do?"
Old Kong was confused. He just looked at Bai Yue, followed Bai Yue's tone and said slowly: "What should I do?"
Everyone saw the light in Lao Kong's eyes slowly dimming. Although he was still muttering to himself what to do, the impatience and hostility just now slowly dissipated.
"What should I do?" Lao Kong picked up the shredded paper on the ground one by one, then held it in his arms, walked to the corner and sat down.
After listening carefully, he started humming again, and it was still in the same tune.
When Lao Kong calmed down, Xie Pingsheng stood in front of his painting and looked up and down.
Xie Ping's business is hard to settle down: "Why didn't he tear my paintings? I also painted by Hu. Don't I deserve to strive for excellence?"
If others don’t tear them up, they will feel uncomfortable. What kind of brain circuit is this? Bai Yue was speechless and comforted: "If you don’t tear your painting, it’s probably because you are not the right person."
Xie Pingsheng was stunned and looked at Ding Miao.
Ding Miao's expression was also surprised, pointing at himself: "I am the right person?"
Bai Yue nodded: "Obviously, the two paintings are almost the same. If they tear them together, it will prove that he is not right to the painting, but he only tear one, it will prove that he is not right to the painting."
Ding Miao's expression was really terrifying at this moment, and he even took a step back, which was similar to the expression of seeing the dead man just now.
"Why did he target me?" Ding Miao widened his eyes and looked at Lao Kong in a panic: "Although I have been to Yucun several times, I have never said a few words to him. What do he want to do to me?"
No one knew, but Bai Yue encouraged, "How do we know this? Why don't you ask him?"
Ding Miao's face looked even more ugly and he shook his head repeatedly.
"Don't be afraid." Jian Yu comforted: "He doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't have weapons, can you eat alive? Besides, we are all here, my subordinates know martial arts. As long as you watch him take action, you can immediately
You can pull it out."
Jian Yu patted Liang Meng, and Liang Meng immediately showed it. He picked up a brick from outside and slapped it down with a slap.
The bricks immediately broke into pieces.
Ding Miao was shocked.
"Go." Jian Yu pushed Ding Miao: "Men can't be cowardly, let's take out your courage to draw someone to death."
Team Xing also bared his teeth.
Everyone looked at him with encouragement. Although Ding Miao was furious, he had only one person, but there were several other people, and there was also a dog that looked so big that he looked very fierce. He still plucked up his courage.
Bai Yue whispered to Liang Meng: "Xiao Liang, you are very awesome."
Liang Meng said modestly: "Overy average, the third in the world."
Bai Yue said again: "If you perform a show during festivals this year, you can have a big stone on your chest."
Liang Meng: "?"
Bai Yue said: "I have always heard of it, but I have never seen a living person perform this."