Chapter 124 Genius Painter Qi Yan
Gu Nanquan thought it was a threat and said impatiently, "Hurry up, hurry up."
Gu Nan put on the helmet, and after a while the system operated, a pop-up window of "Link successful" finally popped up on the holographic projection screen in front of him.
Next comes the familiar process of face-shaping and nickname creation.
Gu Nan clicked on the female character template area and saw a large number of beauties, all of whom had delicate features and perfect figures, completely different from the rough and rigid characters she had imagined.
There was a note in the upper right corner. Gu Nan opened it and saw the first sentence: The characters in this game are modeled after famous artists.
Wow, Vicostar is really rich. It must have paid a very expensive image fee.
Gu Nan picked a cool beauty, then modified some data according to his own aesthetic taste and clicked confirm.
Nickname: Beibei Pumpkin.
confirm.
The character construction is complete and the first test will start at 8 o'clock tomorrow night.
Gu Nan familiarized himself with the operation and modules, logged out, and took off his helmet.
Qi Yan was sitting on the sofa, looking at her curiously, with his head slightly tilted, like a kitten peeking out.
Gu Nan patted the helmet and said, "Holographic helmet, given as a gift for participating in the first test."
Qi Yan nodded in understanding. He had heard from his classmates during recess that many people wanted to take the first test, but there were no spots available.
He signed up with the intention of selling it, but was rejected. He didn't expect that the European Emperor would be by his side.
After a pause, he took out the drink that had been in his pocket and handed it to Gu Nan.
Gu Nan was stunned for a moment, "For me?"
Qi Yan bit her lip and nodded.
The bottle of drink was small and only cost a few dollars. He knew it was nothing compared to the kindness she had shown him, but he still wanted to give it to her.
Gu Nan took it with both hands and thanked him solemnly: "Thank you."
There was still a faint trace of body temperature left on the bottle. When I lowered my eyes, I saw that it was actually a bottle of white peach-flavored sparkling water.
She smiled a little, and it seemed he noticed.
"It's just right. I have a gift for you too." Gu Nan put down his drink and took out a stack of sketch paper and three boxes of pens from the bedroom.
She placed the things in front of Qi Yan and said with a smile, "I heard that your dream is to become a cartoonist, so I'll give you some paper and pens for drawing."
"I'm not very familiar with your professional stuff. I picked it up randomly. It's not something special. It's not expensive. I hope you can accept it."
Qi Yan was stunned, lowering his eyes to look at the brand new paper and pen, his shock evident in his expression.
What Gu Nan bought was just ordinary sketch paper, but it was very thick and felt heavy in his hand.
The three boxes of pens included pencils, charcoal pencils, and markers, all of which were very common brands. However, a whole box contained dozens of pens neatly arranged, and the price of three boxes was definitely a price that made him feel distressed.
She took him in and left food for him, and he was already very grateful. How could he still ask for so many things from her?
Qi Yan put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "I can't accept it."
"I bought it especially for you. If you don't want it, there's no use for me keeping it." Gu Nan said as he opened the package of the sketch paper. As the plastic film broke, the snow-white paper slid down like an avalanche, scattering the white all over Qi Yan's legs.
Gu Nan spread his hands: "It's been opened, it can't be returned."
Qi Yan hadn't expected her to do this and was stunned for a moment. Then, he quickly grabbed the three intact boxes of pens and put them in his arms. "The pens can still be returned!"
Gu Nan crossed his legs, his thin ankles wrapped in snow-white socks, shaking rapidly and proudly, with a scoundrel look, "Go and help me retreat."
Qi Yan held the pen, neither putting it down nor picking it up.
In the end, he lowered his head in the stalemate and was defeated dejectedly.
His eyes swept across the brand new sketch paper, not concealing his nostalgia and joy. He liked it very much, but he owed her enough and could not be greedy.
"So, have you ever done street sketches?" Gu Nan said with a smile, "How much do your sketches cost?"
Qi Yan hesitated and said, "Five dollars."
Before winter, he often went to the street to draw sketches for people. He would go out early in the morning, go home at noon to cook for his parents and younger brother, go out after dinner to continue drawing, then go back to school to put his things in a storage box, and then rush home to cook dinner.
Whether you can make money depends on luck. Sometimes you will get beaten if you come home late, but every penny you can save counts.
After winter came, the streets were too cold and it was near the end of the semester, so he didn't go painting again.
Gu Nan said, "How about you draw a picture for me every day for a month, and that will pay for the paper and pens?"
These things cost more than 150 yuan. Just a thick stack of paper alone costs more than 150 yuan. Qi Yan estimated the price and said, "It should take two months to finish the painting."
Gu Nan chuckled, "Two months is fine, I'll take advantage of you."
"How about you start drawing from today? Let me see the drawing skills of future cartoonists." As she said this, she sat upright on the sofa and looked at him with a smile.
Qi Yan blushed, sorted the paper, and then took out a marker.
Street sketches usually only capture the essence of the character and exaggerate it, with a strong sense of lines and few details, so a painting can be completed very quickly.
Qi Yan's painting movements were very neat, his strokes were sharp and he was confident. Seeing that he didn't even look at her, Gu Nan stopped acting as a model and simply sat next to him to watch him paint.
No need for composition, no hesitation, just put pen to paper and it’s done; with just a few strokes, it comes alive.
In less than two minutes, a sketch was freshly produced.
But Gu Nan looked at the cute elf-like figure on the paper and raised an eyebrow, "Is this me? I don't look like this, right?"
Qi Yan lowered his head and scratched the chilblains on his hands, and the tips of his ears turned red.
The little man tilted his chubby body, wore a bear hat on his head, stood up his two round ears, and only showed a little bit of the retro wide headband. His fluffy pigtails hung in front of his chest. His facial features were delicate and cute, especially his big, sparkling eyes.
Logically speaking, this kind of cartoon character with distorted proportions shouldn't resemble a real person, but those eyes look more and more human, and more and more like their own.
This ability to capture and reproduce the spirit amazed even Gu Nan, an outsider.
"Self-taught?" Gu Nan asked. After all, the Qi family's environment didn't seem to place much emphasis on tutoring their children's interests.
Qi Yan: “Yeah.”
Gu Nan praised: "You are really a genius."
Gu Nan thought of Cui Shao's book, Surrender, World! The contrast between the two was as stark as heaven and earth.
One is a brainless middle school boy from an art academy, the other is a self-taught soul painter and future cartoonist.
Gu Nan felt that Qi Yan won the game.
She put down the painting, went to the kitchen to get two cups, unscrewed the drinks, and poured just enough for each of them.
Gu Nan pressed a glass into his hand, clinked glasses and said, "Let's toast to the talented painter Qi Yan!"
Qi Yan pursed her lips embarrassedly, a faint red appearing on her pale lips, her eyes sparkling and watery, like a lake covered with stars at night.
He took a sip of the drink, and the bubbles burst in his mouth, just like the bubbles bubbling up in his heart, and the moment they burst, they were sweet and refreshing.
Gu Nan burped and was about to say something when his bracelet suddenly vibrated.
It’s the message from the big sister.
Big Sister: [Beibei Pumpkin, I have a job for you. Tomorrow morning before 6:00 AM, there's a kid named Qi Yan. He's your neighbor. Don't let him get away.]
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