Eating noodles quickly,
Baimu and Mao wolfed down their food as if they hadn't eaten at all, which made Ailian laugh.
Ailian held up her face and said, "Eat slowly. No one is competing with you for it."
Shiraki and Nekomata didn't even have a chance to talk.
I can't stop at all!
"Burp~"
When Baimu licked the bowl clean, he leaned back in the wooden chair with satisfaction.
Ailian hadn't even taken two bites yet.
"Is that enough?"
Bai Mu nodded, "Yeah, I'm full."
Ailian: "Wood, when will you teach me how to draw?"
She said suddenly.
Bai Mu thought for a moment, "Why do you suddenly ask this question?"
The cat was still eating voraciously.
Ai Lian was quite worried, and she was fiddling with the noodles with her chopsticks.
"Well, in class today, the teacher said that everyone here has a basic level of painting skills."
“I’m a little worried about not being able to keep up.”
Bai Mu nodded and said, "Then I will teach you how to draw later."
The cat finished eating quickly, touched its stomach and burped.
"Burp~ Delicious meow!"
"Bai Mu, the cat has to do homework again, meow!"
The cat seemed very excited. After dinner, it ran back to its room and started writing furiously.
Seems to be very curious about new knowledge.
Bai Mu watched her go back and then turned his attention to Ailian.
"I came across a job today and wanted to discuss it with you."
"What kind of job is that?"
Ailian ate noodles slowly and leisurely.
Bai Mu took out his business card and said, "I'm from an auction house. Mr. Da recommended me a job as an art appraiser."
"Forty million dinars a month, that's pretty good."
Bai Mu handed the business card to Ailian.
Ailian took the business card and looked at it. "Well, but, won't you be tired?"
She didn't object to Baimu going to work, but was worried about Baimu.
Bai Mu scratched his head, "Not tired."
"We need Dingni for everything. It will cost a lot of money to get married in the future."
He has been eager to get a job.
After all, it was a very common thing for him to work part-time while in school.
Ai Lian looked at Bai Mu's enthusiasm and had no choice but to say, "Then, go ahead and try it. If you're tired, then don't do it."
"By the way, I also saw on the rope net today that I can take some illustration work as a part-time job at home."
"Look at this."
Ailian took out her cell phone and handed it to Baimu.
The above is an order-taking software for painters. The interface is pretty good.
Some customers post their requirements through this platform, and then artists accept the orders and draw some illustrations according to the requirements to earn money.
A painting costs about 10,000 denarii, and some more complex requirements will also cost more denarii.
Ailian said, "I've calculated that if I draw 15 pictures a month, I can earn about 200,000 dinars. If I level up on the platform, I can earn even more."
She clicked on an artist's portfolio and saw, "This artist already earns over 30 million dinars a month."
Bai Mu took the phone and looked at it for a while, "It's pretty good."
Bai Mu thought about it and felt that if he also worked on the platform, he should be able to reach this level easily.
But he is not used to drawing this kind of electronic illustrations.
And if he really makes money by painting,
That's definitely not as simple as tens of millions of dinars.
Unfortunately, although I can draw good paintings, my reputation is not yet established, so they are not easy to sell.
Ellen nodded happily.
"Then I'll go prepare some painting materials and you can teach me how to paint."
Ailian was about to stand up when she spoke, but Bai Mu stood up before her, pressed Ailian's shoulders and pushed her back into her seat, "You haven't even finished your meal. Let me do it. Let's start with the simplest thing today."
He went into his bedroom and took out an easel.
A large piece of rice paper and a roll of white tape.
He first fixed the rice paper to the drawing board on the easel with white tape.
Then he took out a utility knife and started sharpening a pencil.
By the time he had sharpened five different sizes of pencils, Ailian had almost finished eating.
She walked to Bai Mu curiously,
Bai Mu said, "Sit down."
"Um."
Ailian moved the small chair over and picked up a pencil at random from the pencils under the easel.
"What are you drawing?"
Bai Mu shook his head and said, "Don't draw it yet."
“First figure out how to draw.”
As he spoke, he also moved a chair and sat next to Ailian.
Then he pointed at something at random.
It was a pen holder on the coffee table.
Bai Mudao: "If I asked you to draw this brush holder, how would you start?"
Ailian was stunned for a moment by this sudden question.
She touched her chin and said, "Hmm..."
“Let’s draw here first?”
She held a pencil in her hand, positioning it ambiguously on the rice paper.
Bai Mu shook his head, "No, that's not right."
"So how do we start?"
She looked at the paper, which was completely white, and she had no idea what to do.
Bai Mu said: "Well, imagine this."
"If you were in complete darkness, unable to see your hand in front of your face, what would it take for you to see something?"
Hearing this question, which had nothing to do with painting, Ailian subconsciously replied:
"Uh, light?"
Bai Mu nodded, "Yes."
"In a dark world, light gives an object shape."
"If the pen holder is in the dark, before the light shines on it, it does not exist in your mind."
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