A voice came from a speaker installed on the wall.
"Everyone can create. It only takes one day. I hope you can write and draw the best works!"
"In addition, because you stay here at night, you can also use it as a creative time. If you want to eat, there will be a food truck passing by every hour. You just need to ask for it directly!"
The sound fell and everything became silent.
Jiang Xiaobai sat in front of the Eight Immortals table. He was not in a hurry to create, but walked out and waited.
Just when I saw a staff member passing by, Jiang Xiaobai's voice rang out: "Hello, I need paint."
"pigment?"
The staff member looked at Jiang Xiaobai in surprise, then nodded and left.
Writing and painting?
In the end it was nothing.
Why bother?
Seat number 100 is even more amazing!
Ten minutes later, the staff member came over with a tray, handed it to Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Mix the colors yourself!"
"Thank you!"
Jiang Xiaobai looked at the paint on the tray and turned back to the area.
After putting it on the table, he still wasn't in a hurry to create.
Thinking, waiting...
all the time...
An hour later, Jiang Xiaobai started to grind with a smile on his face.
When the fragrance of ink floated in the area, Jiang Xiaobai spread out a piece of rice paper, pressed it, took out a brush and placed it on the paper.
He did not write.
But outline.
Gradually, a figure gradually took shape, and Jiang Xiaobai began to draw in detail, including hair, eyebrows, and eyes...
The whole person is immersed in it, serious and careful.
His state of mind is thoughts.
The first place is Su Jinyu.
The first woman to enter his heart.
When all the sketches were completed, Jiang Xiaobai smiled and began to mix colors and add embellishments while the ink was changing.
In an instant, a lifelike woman appeared on the paper.
Although the woman is slightly turned sideways, her beautiful face that cannot be concealed and the expectation in her eyes are perfectly displayed above.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at Su Jinyu on the scroll and smiled.
I changed my pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the side.
"That year, that day, a heavy rain was coming, and the wooden house sent a message of love!"
"I have been inspired by Chan Yu in several lifetimes, and today I am qualified to write a letter from Bayeux."
After finishing writing, Jiang Xiaobai's eyes softened, and after exhaling, he quietly put it aside.
Take out another piece of rice paper, change the pen and continue sketching.
His goal is very simple, to paint everything that is in his heart.
There are paintings and books!
The second place is Lin Shiyun.
After the sketching and coloring were completed, Jiang Xiaobai smiled as he looked at Lin Shiyun in the scroll, picked up his pen, and slowly wrote down a few lines of words again.
"That year, that day, people are getting to know each other, and the most important thing is knowing each other."
"There is a poem tonight. For this reason, my beloved, it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon."
The third place, Cheng Yun
The moment the same picture scroll appeared, it perfectly displayed the temperament that Cheng Yun should have.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at it as if Cheng Yun was right in front of him.
Pick up the pen.
"That year, that day, looking out the window, it seems like a thousand years!"
"After the autumn dream with the fragrance of tea, I recognize the rhyme and chant it at night."
The fourth place is Wu Qingzhu.
…
Time goes by.
Jiang Xiaobai forgot about time here.
The scrolls he wrote were quietly placed aside.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at her from time to time, as if he was accompanied by a beautiful woman.
Emotions and dynamism, for him, are all thoughts.
Night falls.
Six scrolls are placed beside it.
The pen in his hand was slowly put down, but when he was about to place it on the inkstone, he held it again, lifted it up, and laid out a new piece of rice paper.
Sketch again.
Late night comes, twelve o'clock.
When Jiang Xiaobai finished painting the last painting, some strange colors emerged.
Nine paintings.
He's such a scumbag.
But at this point, his thoughts completely disappeared.
It all falls on the paper.
Looking at the last picture, the figure on the scroll, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and flicked it on his forehead.
Is she among them?
Shaking his head and smiling, Jiang Xiaobai picked up the scrolls and started gluing them together without resting.
He learned how to frame.
Although the tools here are not complete, he can do his best.
When the nine scrolls were completed, he hung them on the wall one by one.
Distance and horizontal lines are grasped to the extreme.
Take a step back.
Jiang Xiaobai looked at the nine paintings on the wall.
Su Jinyu, Lin Shiyun, Cheng Yun, Wu Qingzhu, Wang Qianqian, Lu Xiaoyu, Zhu Sang, Gong Xinyue and finally Ji Fengxi.
Nine scrolls and nine beauties are reflected on them, lifelike.
It's like a real person has arrived.
The ink is drawn with an indescribable flavor.
The words inscribed above are inscribed with poems.
Complement each other and set off perfectly.
He didn't know what others thought of it, but he knew that these nine paintings were the most perfect works in his current state of mind.
It is also his most serious and satisfying work.
He just stood there, admiring it.
After a long while, he finally withdrew his gaze and lay down on the folding bed beside him to rest.
The sky slowly becomes brighter.
The next day comes.
Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes.
The rest time is not long, but for him, it is enough.
Seven o'clock comes.
He heard the sound of the bed being put away, and immediately put away his folding bed and walked out.
I saw a staff member driving a large electric tricycle in the aisle.
After Jiang Xiaobai put down the folding bed and quilt, he stood there without moving. Half an hour later, he saw the person pushing the dining cart.
I didn't eat anything yesterday.
This morning, he took some more.
After eating, the staff began to collect the garbage again.
Obviously preparing for open viewing.
When Jiang Xiaobai was putting out the garbage, he looked at the garbage collector and said, "Hello, I would like to ask, when does the chess game start?"
He has everything here, including calligraphy and painting.
Next comes chess.
Chess is secondary to calligraphy and painting.
But he thinks he is still very strong.
Except for the endgame of course.
He thought about the time he cheated in the martial arts academy, and he was still a little embarrassed when he recalled it.
"Oh, they've already gathered outside!"
The staff member finished speaking and left.
Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and walked out immediately.
When the route came to Geng Fei's area, he saw Geng Fei standing there, excited.
Jiang Xiaobai stopped and glanced at the works hanging above, and something strange appeared.
He understood why Gonghua targeted him.
Geng Fei's calligraphy is excellent, exquisite and indescribably delicate.
"noob!"
Geng Fei was surprised when he saw Jiang Xiaobai walking up: "Where are you going?"
"Oh, let's go to the chess competition!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and walked to the front hall.
Geng Fei looked at Jiang Xiaobai's leaving figure with shock on his face.
After taking part in calligraphy, Jiang Xiaobai still needs to take part in the chess competition?
Do you have enough energy?
Or maybe Jiang Xiaobai felt that his calligraphy would not be recognized, so he chose the chess game?