Chapter 3 Street Painter

In the center of Baihua City, on the largest square, Bai Muye sat in a corner with a drawing board in a daze.

I am still a child!

Isn't the task of a child to study hard and spend the rest of the time doing all kinds of things?

Aren't other things the responsibility of parents?

Why treat children so cruelly?

He seldom goes out these years, and the old man is responsible for everything. Where does the money come from?

Because there is no money in the account, he can't even overdraw his credit points.

The old man suddenly gave him this, which caught him off guard.

Not to mention thinking about his own life experience, he didn't even have time to read the talisman master's manual left by the old man.

He didn't have the energy to be sad about the old man's sudden departure.

Did he deliberately use this method to sharpen me? At the same time, I was not so sad about his departure?

Bah!

Sad ass!

It's almost like a rhythm that will kill people!

Fortunately, he has some skills, otherwise, not only can he not pay the rent, but he might not even be able to fill his stomach.

Draw the talisman first!

Mental power is the foundation of the talisman master, and the same is true for painting skills!

A great painter may not be a talisman master, but a great talisman master is definitely a great painter.

I remember the old man told him that his painting skills have reached the level of a master, comparable to some famous painters.

In the case of time being tight and no other means of making a living, he can only think of selling paintings in Baihua City.

But the question is, how much should a painting sell for?

Can he earn enough for the next month's rent before school starts?

He has no idea.

And ideals are always plump, but reality is very skinny, more skinny than those girls who are so thin that wolves want to cry when they see them.

In fact, few people would care about a girl who is so thin except himself.

Bai Muye, who sells paintings on the street, is also ignored.

It has been a whole morning, and no one has patronized his business.

If this continues, he may not be able to pay the rent, and he may soon be on the verge of starvation.

The key is that his dress does not look like an artist at all.

He wears a baseball cap with the brim pulled down on his head and a large mask on his face.

If he appears in a remote place with this dress, the timid ones will have to avoid him.

But he is a man of integrity!

Sex can't be sold so cheaply!

No one patronizes his business, and Bai Muye's mind is full of random thoughts, thinking about the things the old man said.

Thinking about the island.

He searched the Internet for half a night last night, but he didn't find anything.

In the end, he had no choice but to ask Da Piaoliang to help him clean up the search records.

Don't get into trouble before you catch the fox.

Thinking about Lin Zijin.

The little girl who always appeared in his dreams and depended on him by fate, he didn't know where the old man sent her.

He didn't even know if she was on Feixian Star.

Feixian Star was located on the border and was often attacked by the garbage that crawled out of the dimensional space.

If she was also on Feixian Star, would she be in danger?

When would his memory be unsealed?

Bai Muye was more concerned about this matter.

He was not in a hurry to unseal his mental power. After all, he had not yet learned how to hide the powerful mental fluctuations, and there was no benefit in unsealing it.

"Hello."

Just as Bai Muye was thinking about it, a slightly cold but very pleasant voice suddenly came from the front.

A pair of transparent crystal sandals appeared in front of Bai Muye.

The feet were delicate, white and smooth, and the bright red nails were shining, which was very beautiful.

Bai Muye raised his head and his eyes lit up immediately.

A girl in a beige waist skirt appeared in front of his drawing board.

A breath of youthful vitality came to his face!

The girl was about 1.68 meters tall, with long, smooth and shiny hair. She wore a fashionable round straw hat on her head and a pair of big sunglasses on her face.

The half of her face that was exposed had a perfect face shape and delicate skin.

Although there were many beautiful women in Baihua City, this young girl still gave Bai Muye a stunning feeling.

"Hello, hello, do you want to draw a portrait?"

Bai Muye was delighted, and then lowered his voice, trying to make himself look more mature.

Although he rarely went out, he knew that most people would naturally distrust a teenager of his age who came out to draw for others.

Unless he was willing to take off his mask and hat.

But if that happened, he probably wouldn't be able to paint, and he would be surrounded in a short time.

The moment he looked up, Qin Ranran was slightly stunned by his bright and clear eyes.

What a beautiful pair of eyes!

She thought that this guy who was fully armed and more exaggerated than herself was not to be seen.

Unexpectedly, his eyes were so beautiful!

Although his face was covered by a mask, Qin Ranran, like Bai Muye, felt astonished.

"Yes, a portrait, but I want to see your ability first." Qin Ranran regained his composure and looked down at Bai Muye.

"How do you see this?"

Bai Muye looked at the girl in front of him in confusion, and felt that the face under the sunglasses seemed familiar, but because he couldn't see the eyes, he couldn't be sure where he had seen it.

"Don't you have any ready-made works?" Qin Ranran asked curiously, feeling a little disappointed.

There were many street painters who painted portraits for people in the square, but none of them were the kind she wanted.

She didn't like the paintings.

No soul!

Before coming to Bai Muye, she had rejected several people in a row.

If it weren't for her fairy spirit and strong aura, she might even be regarded as someone who was looking for trouble.

It was not easy to sneak out to get some fresh air, and she had the idea of ​​painting a portrait for herself, and she didn't want to settle for it.

Bai Muye said calmly: "No need. I can paint for you now. If it's not good, I won't charge you."

"Oh? So confident?" Qin Ranran looked at Bai Muye with some amusement: "Then paint. If it's not good, I really won't pay you!"

"Just wait and see!"

Bai Muye was a little excited. This was his first business in his life!

For Bai Muye, painting skills were already perfect.

Picking up the paintbrush, he almost didn't look at the girl sitting in front of him, and started to paint quickly.

He didn't ask Qin Ranran to take off her sunglasses, and Qin Ranran seemed to have forgotten to take them off.

In fact, at this moment, Qin Ranran's smart big eyes behind the sunglasses still had some doubts.

This guy who looked about the same age as himself, even younger than himself, but pretended to be mature, could really paint?

But it was rare to find a street painter who didn't look like an artist, and armed himself so tightly, Qin Ranran thought it was quite interesting.

It was not easy to sneak out once, so he just took it as a relaxation.

A moment later.

Just when Qin Ranran was wondering whether this guy could draw, Bai Muye suddenly put down his brush.

"It's done, come and see." Bai Muye forgot to suppress his voice, but his voice was much better than before.

Qin Ranran was slightly startled. His voice was so nice? Although it was a little immature, it sounded much more comfortable than before when he lowered his voice to pretend to be mature!

But, it's done now?

A faint anger rose in her heart. He was indeed a guy who couldn't draw!

Too perfunctory!

It's only been a little while?

Even if she didn't understand painting, she knew that it was impossible to complete a portrait in such a short time.

Humph!

Qin Ranran snorted in her heart, stood up, and walked to the drawing board, thinking that if you dare to lie to me, I will see how I will deal with you!

My nickname of little poisonous tongue is not for nothing!

Bai Muye looked at Qin Ranran, whose aura suddenly became stronger, and was a little confused. He didn't understand why she was so aggressive all of a sudden.

"You've finished the painting in just a short while? If you want to learn street performance, you have to be a little... eh?"

Qin Ranran was completely stunned, staring at the drawing board with a dull look.

The woman on the drawing board, wearing a round straw hat and big sunglasses on her face, was full of fairy spirit and beautiful beyond description!

This... is me?

Is it really me?

Qin Ranran felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She was stunned!

A painter who can paint a portrait with the feeling of a photo is actually not that good.

Any painter with ten or eight years of experience can almost do it.

But what if a painter can paint a portrait that surpasses the person himself and has a profound artistic conception?

This is simple to say, but in fact, except for those masters who have been famous for many years, few can do it.

Qin Ranran was shocked!

Many times, the difference between mediocrity and being handed down from generation to generation is the indescribable artistic conception.

That is the difference between having a soul and not having a soul.

Can a street performer draw this kind of painting?

If Qin Ranran hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it was true.

At this time, a passerby saw Qin Ranran's dazed look and couldn't help but stretch his head to take a look.

This look was incredible.

"Wow!"

"Fuck!"

"Is this just painted? It's so beautiful!"

"So beautiful!"

There were many people coming and going in the square. With one or two people leading the way, a circle of people quickly surrounded Bai Muye.

Everyone looked at the person on the drawing board with fluttering clothes like a fairy in shock.

At this time, someone finally seemed to realize something and cast his eyes on Qin Ranran.

Qin Ranran finally felt something was wrong at this moment. He quickly took the painting off the drawing board, rolled it up, and looked at Bai Muye: "Number."

Bai Muye subconsciously reported a string of numbers.

The identity code is unique and cannot be copied. Almost all social activities can be realized with it.

"I'll give you money later!"

Qin Ranran quickly entered Bai Muye's number into his portable smart brain and ran away with the painting.

If he didn't run away, he would be watched!

"She seems to be a star, right?"

"She's not that... that who?"

"Oh my God, she's Qin... Qin Ranran!"

"Yes, yes, it's Qin Ranran!"

The crowd of onlookers looked at the direction where Qin Ranran ran away quickly, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

I didn't expect that a big star who was popular all over Feixian Star would appear on the streets of Baihua City!

But then, people's eyes fell on Bai Muye.

Although big stars are rare and may not be encountered once in many years, they have nothing to do with themselves after all.

But this person's painting... they just saw it with their own eyes!

Beautiful things, in many cases, do not necessarily require a high level of appreciation.

"How much is one? I want to draw one!"

"Master, I'll pay 500, draw me one!"

"The 500-level person, line up at the back, I'll pay 1,000..."

"Are you looking down on the master? Why are you shouting 1,800? I'll pay 10,000, draw me first!"

"..."

In the evening, Bai Muye dragged his tired body and drove his old car out of the city.

People were too enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that he couldn't handle his current 20 points of mental strength.

Starting from the painting that cost 10,000 yuan, his paintings were sold for up to 80,000 yuan each!

I'm afraid no one would believe this.

Street painters, no matter how good their paintings are, can't reach this price.

There are many rich people in a city of Baihua City.

However, for street painters, painting a painting usually costs only 100 or 200 yuan, and there are even cheaper ones.

The reason why it can be sold at such a high price is thanks to the big star Qin Ranran who took the painting and ran away and has not paid until now.

Bai Muye realized it later, and when people were talking about it, he finally figured out why that face looked familiar.

Because Baihua City was full of her advertisements, full-frame on the exterior walls of various skyscrapers, huge paintings projected into the void... everywhere.

Feixian Star's information has long been extremely developed. In a short while, countless large and small media had already appeared with photos of Qin Ranran staring at the painting.

"The big star Qin Ranran appeared in Baihua Square and was stunned by the superb painting skills of the street painter!"

"Who is the young man who painted her when the big star appeared on the street?"

"Qin Ranran asked him to paint her, and his portrait cost as much as 80,000 yuan per piece! Who is he?"

The popularity suddenly soared!

In that photo, Qin Ranran was really beautiful!

But that painting was even more beautiful!

So, Brother Bai, who was still worried about how to pay the rent last night, suddenly became rich.

In one afternoon, he painted a total of twelve paintings, including Qin Ranran's.

It’s not that he couldn’t draw more. On the one hand, the bidding took a long time and people refused to give in. On the other hand, Bai Muye felt that these paintings were enough!

At least half a year without worries!

Without Qin the big star paying, he made a total of 430,000 yuan!

A monthly rent of 50,000 yuan?

It’s just a drizzle!

The first time in his life to come out to sell... to perform, Bai Muye experienced the pleasure of this kind of burst.

So rich, there is no way to be low-key!

Bai Muye, who was lying on the passenger seat, couldn’t help but put his legs on the center console and hummed a song out of tune.

Very inflated.