Chapter 42 Shock
It was already late when Lu Weiguo and Shi Tingyu returned home, and they worked together to cook a simple meal.
Shi Tingyu looked at the sky that had already darkened and said, "Sorry, I'll finish work early later."
Today was the beginning of the painting, and I forgot about me and the time.
Lu Weiguo said, "It's okay, you are busy these days, I will cook these few days, if it's really not possible, I can get food from the cafeteria."
Shi Tingyu had no objection to this.
Her current tasks are also quite heavy.
Fortunately, it will be fine after this busy month.
After eating and digesting the food, Shi Tingyu planned to wash her hair.
Lu Weiguo took a look at her hair and said, "I'll help you wash it."
Shi Tingyu paused while combing her hair, and looked at her hair in the mirror. Some pigment had stained the sides and back, which was not easy for her to see, so it would be better to ask someone to help.
So Shi Tingyu brought a small stool and sat by the well.
Lu Weiguo brought down the kettle that was on the coal stove. It was full of hot water, and when the time came, he would mix it with the water from the pressurized well to wash her hair.
Shi Tingyu bent down, gathered her hair in front of her and put it in the basin with water.
Lu Weiguo used his fingers as a comb, and combed it down from the roots of her hair.
The texture of her hair was indescribably soft and smooth, which made him love it.
Seeing Lu Weiguo was about to take the washing powder, Shi Tingyu quickly stopped him.
"Don't use washing powder, it will damage your hair."
Lu Weiguo listened, put down the washing powder, thought for a while, turned around to get the soap, and Shi Tingyu pressed the soap down as well, "There is soapnut water boiled in the room where I take a shower, use that to wash."
Shi Tingyu remembered that there was no shampoo yet, and the earliest shampoo cream seemed to be available in two years.
Now everyone uses water that has been precipitated with soapnuts or plant ash to wash their hair, and some use washing powder, and the more advanced ones may use soap.
Shi Tingyu is relatively diligent in washing her hair, so she boiled soapnuts with space water and put it in a basin for use, so as to avoid having to do it again every time.
Lu Weiguo helped her smooth her hair and went to the room to scoop some soapnut water.
Because Lu Weiguo was tall and Shi Tingyu was sitting, he looked very uncomfortable.
After washing Shi Tingyu's hair, he was sweating all over.
This is the bad thing about this era. The production technology cannot keep up. Many things used in later generations have not yet appeared, which has caused a lot of inconvenience in life.
Seeing that Lu Weiguo's hair was a little sweaty, Shi Tingyu said while there was still hot water in the kettle: "How about I wash your hair too?"
Lu Weiguo's eyes flashed with hope, but soon he hesitated, "Will you be too tired?"
"It's okay, yours is quick to wash."
Lu Weiguo, who didn't want to struggle, lay down directly after hearing this.
Shi Tingyu wrapped his hair with a towel, pulled Lu Weiguo over and asked him to bend down.
Lu Weiguo had a crew cut, so it took very long to wash his hair, so she didn't let him sit down, but just stood up and bent over to wash it.
Shi Tingyu's many years of experience in washing hair and massaging the scalp came in handy at this time.
Before she traveled through time, she took good care of her hair. She paid great attention to maintenance when washing her hair and often massaged her scalp.
She wet Lu Weiguo's hair, added soap water, and gently massaged his scalp with her fingertips, asking while massaging: "This guest, is this strength okay?"
Lu Weiguo was stiff and almost couldn't answer.
After a long while, he spoke, "Well, it's quite, quite comfortable."
It was indeed comfortable, and his scalp felt numb.
Usually, he didn't feel anything when washing his hair, but it was different when someone else did it.
He just felt that her hands were tender.
When she rubbed his scalp, it was indescribably soft and delicate.
He suddenly wanted to hold her hand and rub it vigorously.
When Lu Weiguo's hair was washed, his face was flushed.
Shi Tingyu asked doubtfully: "Is it because you have been bending over for a long time and your head is congested?"
Lu Weiguo was silent. Is there another more romantic possibility between them?
...
The days passed so plainly and warmly.
Shi Tingyu was fighting with the wall every day.
The effect was also very obvious.
There were patterns in places that could not be seen before.
Now more and more people are watching the mural.
There are also little soldiers in the camp who have finished training and like to come here to watch.
Looking at the completed painting, the shock in everyone's heart could not calm down for a long time.
Especially the red flag. I don't know how they painted it, but the red flag was flying and actually detached from the wall.
It's not right to say that, but it looked like a real red flag was flying. It was clearly painted on the wall, but it seemed to have detached from the wall.
And the children were painted running forward sideways.
But it had the same effect as the red flag, their feet seemed to be detached from the wall, and one foot seemed to be stepping on the ground outside the wall.
Shi Tingyu's painting was coherent. The children were immature when they first entered the school, and they slowly grew up while running, and finally grew into a soldier in military uniform.
The portrait of the soldier was the most shocking to the onlookers.
He seemed to have jumped out of the wall. The wall behind him was broken. Behind the broken part, there was artillery fire.
The soldier's face was not clear. His face was stained with ashes. His eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the military cap. Only his resolute and angular chin was exposed.
He was running. His hands, legs and waist were moving smoothly and powerfully.
One soldier reached out and touched the broken wall in disbelief. Only then did he realize that the broken wall was not broken at all. The broken appearance was also painted.
At this moment, people had a deeper understanding of Shi Tingyu's painting skills.
Just think, who can paint a good wall without any sense of incongruity?
If they hadn't touched it, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference visually.
Shi Tingyu is now used to being watched by people.
She just finished the painting of the soldier today.
She is very satisfied with it.
Looking at the figure, her eyebrows softened.
Now the only thing left to finish is the Chinese dragon that runs through the entire wall.
When she first painted it, she thought of using a dragon to run through the entire wall, and the first bucket of paint she splashed was the color of the dragon.
After changing the brush, Shi Tingyu began to depict the dragon in detail.
At this time, people were looking at her with a little admiration.
From the paint splashing without any rules at the beginning to the paintings that almost broke through the wall now, it was like a god's leap.
When Lu Weiguo came over again, he found that his wife had not put down her brush yet.
"Why are you so late today?" Lu Weiguo came to Shi Tingyu and helped her get rid of the paint that had clumped on her hair.
Since she finished work late on the first day, Shi Tingyu hasn't been home so late for a long time.
Shi Tingyu put down her paintbrush, took Lu Weiguo's hand and came to the soldier she painted.
This was the second time Lu Weiguo came here except for the first day.
He heard the soldiers around him discussing the murals painted by his wife.
In their words, his wife can be called the contemporary Ma Liang of the magic brush.
He was secretly proud after hearing this.
But he didn't know what the wall would look like after it was painted. He
was only looking for his wife just now and didn't look at the painting on the wall carefully. Now when he looked over, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.
But when he saw the soldier with fire behind him, he felt that he looked familiar.
Shi Tingyu said: "I painted this according to your image."