Monster Apartment

Chapter 61 You can’t be such a double standard Si Y

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai go back to the room gloomy, thought for a while, followed, and blocked the door Gu Bai was about to close.

Gu Bai looked at him suspiciously: “Mr. Si?”

Si Yiming didn’t know why he came.

Although he felt that things like the main body were actually good, anyway, most of the time he stayed in human form, but looking after Gu Bai’s appearance, Si Yiming always felt that he had to do something.

At least…Divert Gu Bai’s attention?

Si Yiming looked down at Gu Bai with a serious face, thinking about how to divert Gu Bai’s attention.

Gu Bai was uncomfortable when he saw him. He couldn’t help but stunned backwards. He raised his eyes and looked at Si Yiming. After meeting his eyes, he stayed for a moment and then quickly moved away.

“Mr. Secretary?”

Si Yiming nodded with an unexpected surprise: “Yeah.”

Gu Bai was stunned: “Is there anything else?”

Si Yiming thought about it, then looked down at his watch and found that it was only half past one in the afternoon.

Very good, the excuse of waiting for dinner is no longer valid.

Si Yiming was lost in thought once again, his eyes still fixed on Gu Bai without blinking, but his brain was almost torn apart.

Gu Bai looked at the sacred beast blocking his house in a daze, as if thinking of something, and proactively said, “I bought a new eDonkey and parked it next to your car to charge it.”

“Little eDonkey?” Si Yiming remembered what it was for a while, and then nodded.

At this point, I also want to ask Gu Bai why he bought a small eDonkey but not a trolley.

I really can’t bear it, there are also used cars worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Oh yes, Gu Bai couldn’t bear it.

Mr. Si grabbed a point at once and asked Gu Bai: “How much have you saved?”

Gu Bai was taken aback: “Huh?”

“Isn’t it the first time I asked you to pay for painting? Isn’t it a stock?” Si Yiming reminded, “Don’t keep saving the principal anymore. If you can’t save it, just give me the current principal. , I will do it for you.”

Gu Bai calculated his own money and hesitated to think of the money he would earn next.

He knows that the more principal he earns, the more he earns. He has always wanted to save more principal before making big money.

But recently, there is almost no window period for his work, and he has made a lot of money.

It seems that this is the reason to say that the principal cannot be saved.

Gu Bai thought of the brave picture he had hung in his bedroom, and thought about collecting wealth, Mr. Si, so he simply took out his bank card from his pocket and handed it to Si Yiming.

But Si Yiming didn’t answer. He directly pushed Gu Bai into the door: “Wait for me.”

Gu Bai nodded, and then watched Mr. Si come over with his laptop.

Gu Bai picked up the parcel on the ground and went into the room. While unpacking the parcel, he watched Mr. Si into the study.

He looked down at the home printer in the package, and thought that it had almost become the study room of Mr. Si’s office, so he simply moved the printer into the study room.

Then obediently gave Si Yiming the bank card, password and identity information.

“Okay, do your own thing, and then just wait to get rich.” Mr. Si said.

When Gu Bai heard that, the previous haze was wiped out in an instant, and his eyes lit up: “Lying down and watching the money fly over?”

Si Yiming raised his eyes to look at him, and replied, “You can stand, sit, or lie down.”

Gu Bai jumped excitedly, and pulled his slippers to make a cup of tea for Si Yiming.

Si Yiming glanced at the tea, and said, “The documentary on Zhai Liangjun is in preparation, and it is ready to start shooting.”

“So fast.” Gu Bai exclaimed.

Si Yiming nodded: “It is natural that the funds are in place quickly.”

Gu Bai thought for a while, and then asked, “What are you going to do in the first episode?”

“Zhai Liangjun said, the theme is watercolor.”

Gu Bai let out a “wow”, and his face showed a bit of joy.

Watercolor is also a very intuitive beauty for laymen. Unlike basic skills such as sketching, for those who don’t know how to paint, the latter is “wow, good dick”, while the former is a kind of It’s very intuitive, and anyone who reads it will admire it.

At the same time, it is not as difficult as other aspects. For the first episode of a humanistic documentary, it is indeed a very good choice.

However, in addition to professional consultants, excellent directors and photography, copywriting is especially important for documentaries.

But this is not something Gu Bai needs to worry about. Gu Bai is very happy to know that it is going well there.

Why not be happy to be able to promote the things you like more popularly?

Why not be happy if you can leave some traces on the screen for those old artists who have been stubbornly fighting for a lifetime in art, but are not known to everyone?

This is something to be happy about.

Gu Bai had long forgotten the reason for making this documentary, and felt extremely happy simply because of it.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai happily ran up to the second floor, took a sip of tea, and sighed lightly.

It’s too foolish, too forgetful, and too naive.

But it was fine. Mr. Si put down the cup in his hand, and the corner of his mouth provoked a pleasant arc.

He just likes this kind of innocence.

Gu Bai ran up to the second floor. As Si Yiming said, he should do his own thing.

For example, it is time for him to start drawing the design drawings of the project of the Museum Exhibition Hall.

Regarding the design draft to be submitted to the brother, Gu Bai had a good idea, and he didn’t stop at all when he started writing.

Gu Bai was very persistent. He said that he wanted to paint Xuanwu, and the manuscript submitted for review was Xuanwu.

Such a shocking scene of reincarnation, it is a pity that it is just silently unknown, even if people just treat it as a legend or a simple talk.

Or just simply admire such a painting.

Gu Bai just hopes that more people will know that in places they don’t know, there are so many powerful guys working silently to maintain everything in the world.

Even if he was not selected to put it on the wall, Gu Bai would definitely have to paint it himself.

Gu Bai thought a little stubbornly, and he didn’t hesitate to write.

The draft directly painted on paper with watercolor gradually took shape in his hands.

It was a black and white world, the sky was black, and the nether world was also black.

The boundary between the white wasteland and the netherworld is clear, and it also has a dark color.

Then a black tortoise was outlined by a paintbrush on the dark netherworld. The tortoise shell was mottled on its back. The dark water poured from its back like a waterfall, and the netherworld under his feet also boiled and surged.

It held its head up, its mouth opened, and it seemed to hear the long scream from the past.

Gu Bai looked at the screen, then lowered his head and began to mix in a suitable green.

The blooming effect of watercolor paints the aurora and the effect is unexpectedly good.

Gu Bai smeared carefully, and no longer used the smudge technique at the bottom, but instead created a meandering light green torrent. This green is gentle and soft, and there are many lonely clusters outside the torrent. The little light group.

At the forefront of this torrent of light, a brightly-patterned spirit snake is leading them, plunged towards the end of the netherworld.

This is what Gu Bai learned from Mrs. Spirit Snake, her extradition method.

Unlike Mr. Xuangui, she flew directly to lead the dead souls back to the end of the ghost.

So Gu Bai put them all on the painting.

The green light became the only light source in this world.

Gu Bai skillfully added environmental colors to the picture, and then used a lighter green than the flood of light at the end of the netherworld to smudge a boundary between water and sky.

Gu Bai put the brush in the bucket next to him, and looked at this painting that he hardly used his mind and fell on paper according to what he had seen at the time.

This painting looks cold and very dim, but it is inexplicably turbulent, and at first glance it is full of depression and death.

But when the green was overlaid on it, the picture suddenly gave birth to a strange and gentle yearning.

Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he had improved very clearly.

No wonder they all say that they have to paint scenes and objects that they know, have seen with their own eyes, and have given a great impact.

Gu Bai thought.

When the painter draws pictures that are given special marks by his own memory and spirit, the emotions in the pictures will be particularly rich and agile.

Take this manuscript that Gu Bai has drawn now.

The gentleness and excitement of the green light almost showed through the painting, and when I was in a trance, I could hear the long cries of the mysterious turtle.

Sound after sound, long and old.

Gu Bai couldn’t bear to hand in this painting.

He sat in front of the easel, hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to hand it in.

It doesn’t matter, you will definitely be able to draw better pictures in the future, Gu Bai thought.

His goal is to build a mirage by using heaven and earth as a canvas.

It’s just painting on paper, he doesn’t feel bad at all!

Gu Bai thought, enduring heartache, and stood up from the easel.

This time is different from the past. In addition to the manuscript, Gu Bai also had to attach some explanatory materials and design ideas.

Gu Bai had brewed for a while, sitting cross-legged at a small table with a laptop computer, using one finger Zen to type the draft of the painting introduction with difficulty, and then repeatedly modified and polished the hundreds of words, and finally searched for a circle of basalt. The data selection screen was reduced, and I was satisfied with the U disk and ran down to prepare to print the data.

He went downstairs and found Mr. Si sitting in the living room.

In addition to Mr. Si, there is also a vixen who is thinner.

The fox keenly caught the footsteps belonging to Gu Bai.

As soon as he stood up and got up, before Gu Bai had time to say hello, he swooped over and started howling without even looking: “Gu Xiaobai, you must do me this favor!!”

Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming, who was standing in front of him, and listened to Zhai Liangjun’s howl. After a long moment, he nodded, realizing that Mr. Zhai couldn’t see it, and hurriedly said, “I can help. But Mr. Zhai, you let go of Mr. Si first…?”

The howling of the vixen stopped abruptly.

He glanced at the person he was holding in horror, and met Si Yiming’s death sight as soon as he raised his head.

Zhai Liangjun felt his whole body straight up, jumping three feet high, and retreating to the entrance in seconds.

This really cannot be blamed on Zhai Liangjun.

Because both Si Yiming and Gu Bai have the smell of brave, for a vixen who trusts his sense of smell and hearing, he will not make mistakes.

Who knew that Si Yiming would suddenly stand in front of Gu Bai!

Possessiveness is too much!

Zhai Liangjun shivered under Si Yiming’s gaze, and the whole fox became a tuft. He stuck to the edge of the door and shouted through a living room: “Gu Xiaobai, I want to paint with you!”

Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming and then at Zhai Liangjun, thinking that the food chain arrow between the two people might never be changed.

So he didn’t say anything else, but simply nodded: “No problem, Mr. Zhai, what kind of painting do you want?”

After Gu Bai finished speaking, he was very happy to share: “I have made progress in my painting, and I will definitely be able to paint better than before!”

Mr. Zhai couldn’t help being happy for a while, and then he continued to be at the door, whispering: “Just… just draw a brave. If the property center is the size, I will go back to the logistics company headquarters.”

“Are you in a hurry?” Gu Bai asked.

Zhai Liangjun shook his head fiercely, “Don’t worry, don’t worry!”

Gu Bai nodded: “That may have to wait for a while, I have other jobs on hand.”

“No problem!” Zhai Liangjun promised.

Gu Bai felt happy about the fact that he took another order. He completely forgot that the transaction should be paid. Turning around, holding the U disk, he went to the study to print out the information step by step.

Then Si Yiming spoke, and he said, “Remuneration.”

When Zhai Liangjun heard that Si Yiming spoke, his heart ached.

But he held on firmly, and slapped his chest: “Just open it!”

The murderous aura in Si Yiming’s eyes suddenly disappeared a lot, and then he taught: “Don’t rush people, you are not a dog, and you hug others all the time. What will Huang Yining think when you see it!”

Zhai Liangjun looked at Si Yiming in shock.

I have never seen you forcing me before, so what happened to Gu Xiaobai!

Si Yiming, who can’t be such a double-standard monster!

Mr. Zhai scolded the brave in his heart, then looked at the beast of the town house full of wealth and nodded harp.

The author has something to say: Zhai Liangjun: His face is grinning.

Si Yiming::)