Chapter 93
Cheng Fubai's studio is located in apartment 503 of building 2 in this residential complex. Upon opening the door, one is immediately greeted by paintings hanging on the walls.
The paintings on one wall look older, probably created before Cheng Fubai participated in the program. The paintings on the other wall look new, and their content matches what the old man playing chess just said: there are clouds, rosy clouds, and a moon.
The cameraman carefully panned across the paintings, showing them to the audience one by one.
Wow, this cloud painting is so beautiful.
I think the picture of the starry sky is really beautiful.
[Respect! Is this what an artsy youth is like? They can write, they can draw, they're proficient in everything.]
I think it's just average, not that exaggerated, is it?
[I remember when we were all fishing together by the river, Cheng Fubai drew a sketch of Su Su, and it seemed prettier than these drawings.]
[Perhaps it's because the feelings are different; after all, anyone drawing Su Su would have to go to extraordinary lengths.]
In the observation room, Xiang Shuangshuang also said, "I think the previous portrait sketch was better in comparison."
Tan Ling frowned: "These paintings... seem a bit off."
Zuo Fei knew nothing about these things and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? It looks fine to me."
“There are some artists who are quite skilled, but they deliberately paint in a way that feels a bit strange. Logically speaking, that shouldn’t be the case…” Tan Ling shook her head and said, “But I only know a little bit about it, so I can’t really say.”
Just as they were discussing this, Cheng Fubai pushed out a rolling storage rack from the lounge, which was filled with all sorts of snacks and drinks.
He smiled at Qin Su and said, "Can I draw a portrait of you now? You just need to sit here and play on your phone or read a book."
Qin Su said, "Okay."
She turned on the projector, picked out a comedy movie, then nestled into the beanbag chair, adjusted herself into a comfortable position, and turned to ask Cheng Fubai, "Is this okay?"
Cheng Fubai had already set up his easel and said gently, "No problem, you can move around as you please."
So Qin Su really started eating and watching movies as if no one else was around. The only sounds in the room were the dialogue from the movie, and occasionally, when it was quiet, you could hear Cheng Fubai moving the paint box.
Ah, is that all?
I'm... kind of bored too.
[Silently lighting a cigarette: Was it an idol drama the day before yesterday, an inspirational drama yesterday, and a silent film today?]
[Silent film, it's hilarious.]
[Suddenly realized why so many artsy young people are single—because life is just too unexciting!]
These were two rather uninteresting hours.
The movie lasted one hour and thirty-six minutes. After watching it, Qin Su got up and stretched, then played a game. Finally, Cheng Fubai said, "It's done."
He took the drawing down, but instead of showing it to everyone right away, he simply framed it and hung it on the wall.
Qin Su walked over and admired it for a moment, then said, "Not bad, you captured six-tenths of my spirit."
Cheng Fubai laughed and asked her, "Do you want to draw it yourself?"
Qin Su simply said, "I can't draw."
Her identity in this world is not skilled in art.
“It’s very simple,” Cheng Fubai said. “We can try it out first, let’s use the artwork on this wall as an example.”
He moved the stool containing his painting tools to the wall and patiently guided Qin Su in sketching a cloud painting.
It was a refreshing landscape painting, with half a clear blue sky and half fluffy white clouds, and below you could see a row of low-lying houses.
Cheng Fubai did not make any moves, but kept instructing Qin Su to start sketching.
[Slurp, my wife's profile in the drawing is so beautiful!]
Although today's date was boring, seeing SuSu draw made it all worthwhile!
Zhang Wenyan laughed and said, "It feels like two high school students doing homework together in a campus drama."
Shi Yi said, "Actually, this kind of thing also has a quiet romance."
"I understand now." Tan Ling stared at the screen for a long time before finally realizing, "So that's how it is!"
Zuo Fei: "What?"
However, by this point, Tan Ling no longer needed to explain; more and more viewers had already figured it out.
Why do the shapes Su Su draws look more and more like a person?
Wow, it really is!
Wait, that curly hair, that profile, that face shape, oh my god!
【Shocking!】
[My goodness, this cloud painting actually turned out to be Qin Su?!]
With each stroke of modification, smearing, and addition, Qin Su's cloud painting slowly transformed into something else entirely.
Long, wavy hair, eyelashes like butterfly wings, a delicate profile, slightly upturned lips, and a skirt billowing in the wind.
It is a portrait of Qin Su in another sense.
Qin Su stopped what she was doing and said, "So this is what you really wanted me to see."
Cheng Fubai said softly, "There's more than just this one."
He took the tools and started drawing opposite the human-shaped cloud that Qin Su had just described, turning that cloud into a bunch of blooming flowers, and the whole painting became Qin Su holding flowers.
That wasn't all; he then began revising other paintings.
The white clouds are Qin Su holding flowers, the orange sunset is Qin Su with the rose field, the moon on the willow branches is Qin Su swinging on the crescent moon, the reflection in the water is Qin Su sitting on the rocks singing, and even the ordinary picture of residents enjoying the cool air in the neighborhood has become Qin Su dancing in the middle...
As Cheng Fubai revised more than a dozen paintings, the camera captured the process.
It wasn't until the last painting was finished that he put everything down, zoomed out, and gave everyone a distant view of the entire wall. Only then did everyone realize that the previous paintings were right around the perimeter, surrounding the portrait they were seeing today.
Centered on the image of "Qin Su" quietly watching a movie today, many other versions of "Qin Su" with completely different expressions, postures, and scenes have emerged.
As I followed the camera, I was awestruck by the wall of paintings and suddenly remembered what the old man had said when I entered the community.
"I think of you whether I'm walking or sitting."
So that's how it is.
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