Qiao Lian'er knew what Qiao Zhizhi was worried about.
Yes, regardless of the style of painting, it takes several years to build a foundation, and oil painting is no exception.
But if she can't solve this problem for Qiao Zhizhi, then isn't her space just for show?
“Sister Zhizhi, I’m sending you to a place to study. Five days inside are equivalent to one quarter outside. There are ninety-six quarters in a day. One day outside is equivalent to four hundred and eighty days inside, which is more than a year.”
"The art exhibition the day after tomorrow, plus tonight, can give you two years. If you spend most of your time on it, one year to lay the foundation, and the second year to refine it, that should be enough."
In the past, when she managed the crops in the space, she used this time difference to keep the space in perfect order, taking only a minute or two outside.
But in reality, time also passes by second by second inside, just like it does outside.
Qiao Zhizhi knew exactly where Lian'er was talking about. No one had ever seen a painting like this or any of these paints before. Two years was enough time, even if she couldn't capture its spirit or learn its form.
Qiao Lian'er arranged a painting studio for Qiao Zhizhi in the space, with video explanations of how to use paints, brushes, palettes, etc., as well as various techniques such as the use of light and shadow and perspective, which were very detailed.
When Qiao Zhizhi saw the video for the first time, she was astonished. It was something completely new to her, far beyond her comprehension, and it took her a while to adjust.
Perhaps there are many things she hasn't seen; Lian'er's world is so vast, so unimaginable to her.
Qiao Lian'er then taught Qiao Zhizhi how to operate the video, such as playing at double speed, repeating playback, and switching to the next video. Qiao Zhizhi quickly learned how.
"Lian'er, how am I supposed to eat? One minute outside is equivalent to five days inside. I can't keep going out to ask for food, and it's not realistic for you to keep bringing it in."
Qiao Lian'er pointed to an automatic food dispenser next to her: "All three meals a day are in there, and the dishes are different every day."
Qiao Zhizhi went over and pulled out the box. Sure enough, she saw three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, all steaming hot and kept warm inside. There was also a small wooden bucket filled with soft, sticky, and glistening rice.
Everything was ready, and Qiao Lian'er left the space.
Since Wu Qingjin wants Sister Zhizhi to become famous overnight at the Guangping Prince's painting exhibition, let's grant her wish.
The next day, Wu Qingjin came to find Qiao Zhizhi again, but Qiao Zhizhi's door was tightly closed.
"Sister Zhizhi is busy and will be closed to visitors today."
A voice sounded beside Wu Qingjin, faint and without any inflection.
Wu Qingjin turned her head and saw Qiao Lian'er.
"Something's up. Are you drawing?" Wu Qingjin asked.
"Yes, Sister Zhizhi told me that she wants to change her painting style and has to finish it in a very short time, so she doesn't have a moment to spare. Miss Wu, please come see her again tomorrow."
Although Qiao Lian'er was calm and indifferent, she was still polite. Although Wu Qingjin was not feeling well, she knew there was nothing to doubt.
Princess Feiluan is always the same.
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