Chapter 64
[The work you are following, "The Incomplete One", has released its 19th episode! ]
[The work you are following, "The Incomplete One", has released its 20th episode! ]
Including the half month of rest, the comics were not updated for four weeks, leaving readers hungry and howling.
When the website released an update, Yuan Qian, who was in the comic world, jumped to the corresponding time point, and a large number of related posts appeared on the forum homepage.
《Has it been updated today?》
"You can't stop here. The author must live a long life."
《I want to see the update during the day and cry at night》
...It's really not easy. Yuan Qian thought of the time when he also finished reading the first volume and found that the second volume had not been published yet, which made him unable to sleep at night and his heart rate increased rapidly. He waited anxiously for the updated readers.
With the record-breaking discount offered by Mr. Adjutant, he bought two updated chapters for 39.9. It was a great pleasure to spend, and he did not read them with the same care as he had studied page by page.
The cover of episode 19 shows No. 5 dressed like a member of the Templar from another world, which is a response to his appearance at the end of the previous episode. He is standing in the center of the screen. His distinctive multi-piece white robe is completely dyed black here, and the hanging cloth is longer. He has a transparent and wide black veil covering his head to hide his horns. His warm gray eyes are as clear as windows in the shadows.
He seems to be looking directly outside the picture, confronting the viewer, and in the palms of his hands he holds a huge dirty heart with an outline of illusory starlight, so much so that black blood is flowing down from the gaps between his fingers like a waterfall.
"Your wish to have Fanxing paint you has been fulfilled." Yuan Qian suddenly remembered the conversation when Lazarus was painted on the cover page, and said.
[Is that so? It makes me happy.]
At this time, No. 5 has already received the sacrifice from the city of Flora, and is personally dismantling the Tower of Triumph that has been forgotten outside the main story for a long time.
As the century-old brick structure collapsed with a terrifying sound, the adjutant, who insisted that he was just helping to control No. 5, spoke calmly.
When his teammate played the villain he imagined and when he didn't, it was like they were two different people, and strangely, they were very compatible and natural, which made Yuan Qian very curious about how the charm of No. 5 in the comics would be brought out through the screen.
Anyway, Yuan Qian could only be indifferent to this person, even though "he" was just a normal completed character in the system, no different from the others, and he knew that he could log in and control him at any time.
Yuan Qian feels that his designs are of the stable and steady type with occasional fine-tuning. He always tries to fit the existing style as much as possible. He has to think over each schizophrenic dialogue between No. 2 and No. 3 for a long time before he dares to perform it. Before communicating with other people, especially the protagonist, he has to make all kinds of contingency plans to avoid being unable to connect with the conversation, so the pressure is quite high.
His teammates are different. They don't seem to be able to come up with roundabout foreshadowings and shocking performances easily. Yuan Qian is envious but can't learn from them. He can only practice hard in secret to make the "self" in the mirror show the same natural aggression as this professional BOSS.
After all, he is just an ordinary person, how could he be so good at such a skill as to look very tough right from the start! It's all tears if I talk too much. So Yuan Qian is very grateful for the arrival of Mr. Adjutant, otherwise he would not be able to find a learning partner with whom he could communicate so frankly and casually, and his acting career would surely be even more difficult.
He flipped through the two consecutive chapters of updates. The main story of Chapter 19 did not start with the supporting characters' scenes, but went straight to the previous plot from Xiaoman's perspective as usual.
The protagonist looked at Chen Xing, who was really terrified and even sat down with his legs going weak. His expression softened a little, and he stood up from the chair, took his cloak hanging on the chain, and put it on Chen Xing's shoulders with his own hands.
"Just cover your face and it'll be fine. I won't do anything to you for now."
"…Just temporarily?"
"I promised Belu." Xiaoman said.
【Cub: Honest and trustworthy】
[Shivering is so cute, I want to torture him even more]
[So sad and soft, why would you be a riddle teller if you are so easy to bully?]
[He must have been frightened by the cub. He had a strong aura in front of the pink-haired sister and others. He was neither humble nor overbearing.]
[Puhu, this part is simply "Your Majesty, please.jpg", too funny]
[Pink hair is the wife's law (sure)]
【With Pink Star as the three-dimensional mother, the baby is surrounded by pink】
The barrage was very happy to see Chen Xing respectfully inviting Xiao Man to enjoy a carriage all to himself.
"Does this fit the traditional description of a cool novel?" Yuan Qian pondered.
[I guess so. Our protagonist is so domineering and aggressive, which is rare in young comics.]
How does this description fit Xiaoman? But it does seem to fit, as the protagonist has all the things he should do, such as combat upgrades, a mysterious background, a unique skill tree, the favor of beautiful women, good things delivered to him, and automatic recruitment of minions.
It turns out that Xiaoman is a qualified protagonist! Yuan Qian was shocked.
He knew all the subsequent plots clearly. Xiaoman's life after arriving in the City of Art was shown in great detail in the comics, including his dealings with the mother and daughter family of three, the details of their life and their gradual familiarity.
Even the little drama between Xiaoman, Antin and her fiancé was fully captured on one page, and the young wolf tribe's simple yet strange angle filled the bullet screen with a joyful atmosphere.
[General use of male passers-by: looking down on others and getting slapped in the face by the public + losing his wife and being ruined]
[Pink Galaxy Male Passerby: Chasing after the protagonist, yelling, "You pretty boy, are you trying to steal my wife?" You're using your love brain to drive the protagonist away.]
[Laughing, is this kind of defensiveness an admission that he thinks his son can seduce the young lady?]
[I guess so. Who wouldn’t hesitate to buy this model of Xiaoman? I hesitated.]
[We just made the same mistake every woman makes! (bushi)]
Xiaoman walked out of the door and wandered around aimlessly, and the entire art city seemed like a girl who had been waiting for her lover, revealing a lively smile after unveiling her face.
The morning mist wetly covered the riverside grass and fishing rods, wetting the brown frame to a dark brown color. Those passers-by who did not all have beautiful faces but had different personalities met Xiaoman.
The days passed by, from making strange eye contact to becoming familiar with each other's faces, and then to being able to say hello and chat about common topics every time we met.
It was not until the old lady who was always drawing water birds and waiting for water birds took out a ticket from her pocket and gave it to Xiaoman that Chen Xing, who had been offline for nearly a whole chapter, appeared again.
The exhibition ticket also has a close-up because there is a special anti-counterfeiting pattern printed in the box on one side of the ticket. It is a sketch-style crystal vessel. The deep plate contains four broken arms intertwined in a tic-tac-toe shape, holding a carving knife, a flute, a feather pen and a paint tray respectively.
A similarly severed head was placed upright in the middle of the plate, with its eyes closed and head bowed. It had a sunflower disk wrapped around the back of its head like a nightcap, and small wings that replaced its ears were pointing one to the ground and the other to the sky. The upper body of a bird similar to an owl protruded from the mouth of the head.
[Based on the usual style of the other world... this is still a bit too avant-garde.]
[I can only say that it is indeed art]
【Seeing artists using this kind of design in a common way makes me feel that the world can still be saved.jpg】
Two days later, Xiaoman used his ticket to enter the magnificent building where the exhibition was held, and then met Chen Xing by chance.
The latter once again took the opportunity to show his generosity and tried to give her something to improve their relationship, but unfortunately Xiaoman was unmoved.
[You have shares everywhere. As expected of you, you are a local boss.]
【Chen Xing: I rented the land to this gang, and I donated the paintings for the exhibition, so the big moneybags can do whatever they want.】
[Not very good but can't handle the little wolf cub (referring)]
[It is good for children not to learn to enter the isolation line! And do not touch the exhibits! ]
What follows is Chen Xing following behind Xiao Man, watching her finally walk to the special exhibition hall for visitors to create.
Although Xiaoman obviously disliked or was wary of Chen Xing, he still agreed to create a painting.
The people hired by the organizer of the art exhibition quickly prepared common painting tools that are very easy to get in the city of art, and let her choose a position that she felt was comfortable. The easel was set up and the milky white canvas was stretched and fixed.
The hands that were used to holding weapons and tools now picked up the thin paintbrush and were able to do it quite realistically.
When Xiaoman was making the draft with charcoal in advance, the comic did not show the front of the canvas, even in part, so that readers could not tell what was on it, leaving plenty of suspense.
When it comes to the coloring process, the flexible brush hangs in the air in front of the paints of all colors, as if it is hesitating which one to dip first.
The first chapter of the comic book "City of Art" ends here.
[Very good truncated, made me buy the next chapter immediately]
[Yeah, if I don’t see what Xiaoman drew, I won’t be able to sleep tonight]
[If you were planning to stop here and wait a week before reading the sequel, then I, the author, would consider you a ruthless person (grinding teeth)]
[…So we are blessed in misfortune. What is this?]
Yuan Qian laughed dumbly and turned to the next chapter with everyone.
The cover page of Chapter 20 shows Xiaoman sitting alone on the floor, with countless colorless line drawings of portraits scattered around her, some showing smiles, some showing backs, and some showing a profile looking at the moon dejectedly.
These are clearly the line drawings of the storyboards that appeared in the previous chapters.
Xiaoman, who was standing in the center of the floor with messy gray-black hair, was bending over to draw a new picture. The person's details had not yet been drawn, but his face had already been madly covered with a large mass of dark lines. The paint was applied so quickly and forcefully that the paper was torn, and the lines happened to split into two, overflowing from both sides of the person's face and extending upwards along the texture of the paper, like two twisted and rugged horns.
So even though the light in this empty studio-like room is still bright, with the sunlight shining in and casting clear shadows on the window frames, the atmosphere of the picture is by no means peaceful.
[Fuck, I'm suddenly worried. Is the kid mentally okay?]
[It’s okay now (main storyline), but it may not be the same in the future…]
[Yes, the little wolf cub is the kind of child who doesn’t even realize he’s collapsed and still does things normally.]
[There is no one left who can truly care about her feelings (tears)]
[Is Xiaoman drawing a new character? Those two cracks are his horns, right?]
[That must be it. The shape isn’t that exquisite but the position is roughly right.]
[I’m warning you in advance. You are not allowed to persecute Xiaoman. It’s already very difficult for her. Otherwise, how can you live up to your reputation? ]
"What kind of painting would that be?"
After thanking her sincerely, Xiaoman left the dinner table, and An Ting muttered to himself thoughtfully.
Rona carefully licked off the last bit of sauce she had scraped out with the tip of the spoon and declared more confidently than Xiaoman himself: "It must be a very good painting!"
"I can't draw portraits, and I will never be able to do it in my entire life." The old woman who sketched the thin claws of water birds said stiffly. On a cloudy day, with her usual cold and hard old face and her dark red, gray and brown clothes without any bright colors, she was very repellent.
"Hehehe - Willy, Clo, Peto, Daisy... come at me!" The peddler in the tricorn hat waved his hand arrogantly, and a group of little kids in patchwork old clothes suddenly appeared from behind the trees and under the steps, and surrounded the old woman tightly.
These orphans have trouble getting enough food and clothing, so they are naturally not fat. However, the reward for their hard work is that each of them looks clean, and their smiles often include large, white gap teeth with several gaps.
The orphans followed the instructions of their "big brother" and gathered around the person who was best at painting whom they could get hold of to give her a shoulder massage. The old woman's fierce mask was of no use this time.
They were very enthusiastic in trying to please, but unfortunately the division of labor was not clear, and the youngest child could not squeeze into the circle, so he looked around with his black eyes blinking, and finally squatted down to pick up the gravel between the grass roots and threw it somewhere else, pretending that he was doing something.
The old man who was fishing by the river threw down his fishing rod again, picked up his zither and bow, and put them on his shoulders, looking at this side and playing enthusiastically, his feet wearing two different styles of slippers under his muddy pants were clapping to the beat.
So when Xiaoman passed by, the old woman stopped her and pretended to be calm, demonstrating on a reused drawing board using cheap paints, and explained the painting techniques she knew as concisely as possible.
[The power of the naughty kid is so terrifying]
[The cold-faced and awkward old lady turned out to only need a team of little brats]
[How can you be so cute, kind-hearted people! I love you so much]
Xiaoman was not in a hurry to finish the painting all at once. She painted slowly and attentively. When she sat down to eat bread, she did not stare at the canvas opposite her all the time. She often pondered silently, and her expression could not tell which moment of flowers blooming or moon setting she was thinking of.
Other people who came to paint in the exhibition hall came and went beside Xiaoman. Some took down their easels after completing their works, while others suddenly stopped coming one day, leaving their unfinished easels lonely and covered with a thin layer of dust.
Someone else who came later smeared a layer of red, and I wonder if the color that impressed me the most came from the pool of blood or the dark red hair.
Among these hurriedly passing figures, someone stopped and looked at the painting. The intricately embroidered cloak revealed his identity.
In the next frame, Xiaoman slowly exhaled and finally put down his paintbrush as if he had let go of a heavy burden.
Her painting is now completed and appears in its entirety before the reader.
「Ahhh, as expected──」
[My nose is sore, my boy... I seem to be cold, but I am actually the most affectionate boy...]
[I, a woman of steel, let out a loud "wow" and scared the furry children away. "Wow, wow, wow, wow. I give in. Okay, wow, wow, wow.]
[Thinking of the second extra chapter, this knife can actually be stacked? I think you are so cruel! ]
[My biggest wish is just to be with these important people. Ahhh, it hurts.]
[Leave a mark on your life... so mothers, friends and teachers are everything to her...]
[Baby, oooooooo, my little Man, oooooo, she is a very, very good child]