Chapter 94 The Devastated Group
"Is it ugly?"
"Still looks older?"
Before the old man could reply, Huo Tingzhou said, "How about I change into my usual clothes?"
"No need, I think this one is pretty good."
Grandma Huo smiled and said, "When Sisi chose this color, I was worried that it might be too old-fashioned, but I didn't expect it to suit you so well."
"Old man, what do you think?"
"Doesn't the third brother look especially smart in this?"
The old man's words were rough but his reasoning was sound: "Of course! As the old saying goes, clothes make the man, a saddle makes the horse, and a bell makes the dog run faster!"
"You know what, the third brother looks much younger after all this styling."
After saying that, he added, "This was a gift from your wife. If you wear the clothes she gave you to pick her up, she'll definitely be happy."
Grandma Huo nodded in agreement. "Go on, by the way, your wife left in a hurry this morning and forgot to take the kettle. Please take it with you."
"And take this scarf too, just in case the weather changes this afternoon."
"Bring some more food; she didn't eat much this morning."
Just as the old man and his wife were giving Huo Tingzhou advice, Jiang Si had already entered the stadium with the sports bureau staff.
A few days ago, Yang Meina reported Jiang Si's situation to her superiors.
Upon learning that she had come to the public security system to create image library templates, the sports bureau was very cooperative.
"Third sister-in-law, these are all the events for today's competitions. The ones with checkmarks are all men's events."
"See this area marked on the ground? This is the closest observation point to the competitors."
"During the match, if you want to observe a particular player, just go to this area."
Fearing that Jiang Si might get tired from standing for too long, the staff from the Sports Bureau specially prepared a foldable high stool for her.
It's already 8:50, and the table tennis match will officially start in ten minutes.
After everything was explained and settled.
Yang Meina said, "Third sister-in-law, you can stay here for now."
"If you need anything later, you can just ask the staff here."
"If you're tired, go rest in the lounge over there. I'll be here for about two hours."
"I understand, Second Sister-in-law. Don't worry, I won't run around."
Yang Meina wasn't worried about her running around, but rather that someone might try to steal Lao San's girlfriend while she was away!
You have to understand that in this day and age, if someone tries to strike up a conversation with a girl on their own, it's very likely that they're trying to harass her.
But in broad daylight, if someone comes up and greets you in a natural and open manner, it's really not a big deal.
In particular, most of the contestants today are a group of energetic college students.
Yang Meina hadn't thought about it that way before, until she ran into the athletes queuing to enter the stadium outside just now.
Seeing everyone's gazes fixed on him.
She then realized why her husband had objected to her bringing her third son's wife over.
In fact, Jiang Si didn't dress up specially today.
The clothes she wore were the most common styles of that era, and her hairstyle was the most common single braid.
To avoid any unnecessary trouble, Jiang Si wore a sanitary mask when she went out.
Even if only a pair of eyes were visible.
Jiang Si could attract the attention of most people just by standing there, with just her back view.
It just goes to show that one's natural charisma is something that can't be hidden just by trying.
But since the words had already been spoken, Yang Meina couldn't go back on her word.
Fortunately, her fourth uncle arranged for two female police officers to accompany her, otherwise Yang Meina would have been really worried.
At 9:00 a.m. sharp, the lively Youth Games officially began.
Jiang Si set up the drawing board.
After adjusting my position, I sat down quietly.
For the first half hour, she hardly moved, spending most of her time observing the male contestants.
The men she was staring at all turned their faces away shyly.
They finally encountered a few bold individuals, but when they met Jiang Si's gaze...
Either he flashed a bright white smile, or his eyes narrowed into slits with a laugh.
"..."
Jiang Si frowned but didn't react much; it was others who did.
At that moment, less than ten meters away from her on the stands, a group of art students started chattering excitedly.
Actually, they had already noticed Jiang Si while they were waiting in the wings.
Since everyone here studies art, it's easy to tell at a glance that the easel she's carrying is quite expensive.
Importantly, that drawing board was from East Germany.
Even the pencils she has now and the sketch paper on her drawing board are things that you can't buy on the market, even with a letter of introduction.
Moreover, not far from this person stood two female officers in police uniforms.
Suddenly, everyone became not only curious about her identity, but also extremely interested in the painting she was about to paint.
So much so that he didn't even watch the game on the field.
Everyone waited for over an hour, but the girl still only stared at the contestants in front of her.
Seeing that she showed no intention of writing anything, someone couldn't help but mutter something.
"I don't know what she's looking at there, left and right. It's been over an hour, and not a single painting has come out yet?"
"Exactly, they're occupying such a good spot and using such good art supplies. It's such a waste of such good stuff."
"This person probably isn't from our art academy, right?"
Currently, only four departments in the art academy—sculpture, oil painting, printmaking, and mural painting—focus on teaching sketching.
Students from several departments exchanged information and all said they had never seen the girl in front of them before.
Just as everyone was whispering among themselves, someone suddenly shouted.
"Look, she's started writing."
This shout had a significant impact; almost all the students from the art academy turned to look.
After watching for several minutes, everyone present was stunned.
They've studied painting for so many years, and they've never seen anyone come up to paint a person's eyes and start by painting the pupils.
Oh no, she didn't draw the pupils first, but rather the highlights on the pupils.
It wouldn't be right to say she can't draw.
After all, she only needed to use a few light rubs with a wiping pen to create the transparency of the cornea.
Actually, this technique isn't difficult; the difficulty lies in her high level of proficiency.
Before anyone could react to the previous step, Jiang Si had already picked up a charcoal pencil and drawn the shadow of the orbicularis oculi muscle. Finally, she filled in the outline of the eye socket.
Her way of drawing noses is quite different from others.
As usual, the first step was to use a blending stump to create the highlight shape of the tip of the nose before starting to draw the nostrils and the connection between the nasal bone and the nostrils.
It wasn't until Jiang Si drew more than ten different facial features that the problem was resolved.
Suddenly someone realized, "She hasn't seemed to lift her head even once while she's drawing."
At first glance, these words didn't seem like much, but after thinking about it carefully, everyone's gaze towards Jiang Si was no longer one of shock.
Could it be that the reason she didn't write anything for the previous hour was because she was memorizing the facial features of these people?
So many people... how did she remember them all!
Also, her method of drawing by deducing the outer contour from the internal structure is absolutely amazing!
Jiang Si was extremely focused while painting, completely unaware that her painting had just rendered the art students speechless with disappointment.
Once she had finished drawing this part, she packed up her easel and headed straight to the next competition venue.
As they walked, a dark, fleshy wall suddenly appeared in front of them.
Jiang Si picked out the clothes herself, so she recognized them at a glance.
Just like last time at the dock, Huo Tingzhou immediately took the drawing board and toolbox from her hands.
The difference was that this time, his gaze towards Jiang Si was noticeably more intense.
"Honey, I'm home."
It's been more than a month since we last saw each other, and it would be a lie to say I don't miss him.
Especially after learning about what happened to him when he was a child, Jiang Si felt even more sorry for him.
Just as she was about to speak, two more voices suddenly rang out from behind Jiang Si.
"Comrade—"
"Comrade, please wait a moment—"
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