Chapter 6 Reproduction of the God of Painting

Suddenly seeing the child in front of her crying, the woman quickly cared and said, "Son, what's wrong with you? All right, all right, don't cry."

With that, the woman actually came forward and hugged Lu Shuo.

The warm feeling, the feeling of home, instantly invaded the bottom of Lu Shuo's heart. He choked and said, "Whenever I'm sad, Aunt Li Yun also holds me like this."

Through this sentence, the woman also seemed to understand why Lu Shuo cried, and then stroked his dirty face and comforted him, "Okay, don't cry. Auntie will take you back immediately."

"Go back? I can't go back!" Lu Shuo said.

Lu Shuo said this, and the woman didn't ask more questions, because from Lu Shuo's dress, the woman can be sure that Lu Shuo is a beggar, and his so-called Aunt Li Yun may not be there for a long time.

In this way, the woman hugged Lu Shuo for more than ten minutes, and Lu Shuo also quietly enjoyed the warmth of these ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Lu Shuo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then left the woman's arms with a slight smile.

"Thank you, auntie! What's your name, please? Where do you live? I will definitely repay you in the future."

In fact, Lu Shuo asked this sentence for a certain purpose. This woman can make him feel warm. Lu Shuo naturally wants to know her address, which may also be his own comfort to himself.

"Auntie is called Tianyu. If you want to find an aunt, you can go to the Haotian City of the Balma Empire and go to the Soul Sect to find an aunt."

Lu Shuo quickly remembered it in his heart, and then smiled and said, "Auntie, my name is Lu Shuo. I'm a beggar."

Tianyu still had a gentle smile. Suddenly, she seemed to see the painting behind Lu Shuo, and then asked curiously, "Lu Shuo, what are you carrying behind your back?"

Lu Shuo quickly took down his painting tool and put it in front of Tianyu, "This is my painting tool!"

"Can you still draw?" Tianyu looked surprised.

Lu Shuo nodded vigorously.

"However, your painting tools are just strange." Tianyu looked at Lu Shuo's painting.

The earth's paintings, of course, belong to strange things in this star world.

At this time, Lu Shuo suddenly had an idea to draw a painting for Tianyu. Although he came through time, his soul still belonged to Lu Shuo, and the superb skills belonging to the painting god still did not disappear.

"Aunt Tianyu, you helped me, so can I help you draw a picture?" Lu Shuo said.

Almost without any consideration, Tianyu said, "Okay, I usually like painting, just in time to see your painting skills, Xiao Lu Shuo."

Lu Shuo smiled and began to take out the painting tool. Because the paint did not come through, Lu Shuo had to take out a pencil and sketch his head for Tianyu.

However, for Lu Shuo, the painting god, even if there is only lead ink, he can perfectly outline the heavenly language. Don't forget that Lu Shuo is the founder of Xinshen painting.

Lu Shuo took out the drawing board, carefully pasted a piece of white paper, and then took out a 2b pencil.

After seeing the 2B pencil, he frowned slightly, but did not say anything. He still looked at Lu Shuo with a smile on his face.

She also wants to see what kind of picture the little beggar in front of her will draw.

You know, when Tianyu was young, she was called a talented woman. Since she is a talented woman, she naturally knows a lot about painting.

At this time, Lu Shuo had already sat in front of Tianyu, but he did not draw, but looked at Tianyu seriously, the expression, the unquestionable strong self-confidence, and the unquestionable pride.

Just a beggar, where does his self-confidence and seriousness come from? Looking at Lu Shuo at this time, Tianyu is really more and more curious about what kind of painting he can draw.

About five minutes later, Lu Shuo slowly closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something and as if he were remembering something.

Suddenly, Lu Shuo opened his eyes, wrote with his right hand, and began to wave quickly on the drawing paper.

During this period, Lu Shuo never observed Tianyu again.

As we all know, the premise of drawing a sketch avatar is to carefully observe the model. No matter what style you draw, observing the model is the most basic common sense of sketching.

However, Lu Shuo obviously broke this common sense at this time.

Looking at Lu Shuo's serious expression, Tianyu's eyes showed a trace of consternment. Gradually, the consteration began to become solemn and serious. Looking at Lu Shuo's movements and serious expressions, she began to nod slowly. As a painter, you must not only focus completely in the process of painting, but also carefully observe models, especially figure paintings.

At this time, Lu Shuo only observed Tianyu for five minutes and never watched Tianyu again. What kind of memory does it take? Just five minutes, I completely remember the appearance and characteristics of a stranger in my heart. Tianyu asked herself that she couldn't do it.

She is even sure that few people can do it on this star continent.

Lu Shuo's right hand is still constantly waving on the drawing board, and his eyes are full of heat and even fanaticism. I'm afraid that understanding of painting can't be achieved by Tianyu, who is over 50 years old.

Ten minutes later, Lu Shuo suddenly closed his eyes again.

He raised his left hand, stretched out his palm, and slowly made a touching movement, as if the heavenly language was in her heart.

And while his left hand stroked the air, the pencil on his right hand had begun to swing again, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, sometimes shallow, sometimes careful.

And all this seems to be under his control, and it seems that he has already figured it out, as if it is not the brain commanding him, but he is dancing with his mind.

Yes, this is Lu Shuo's own painting method.

In Lu Shuo's understanding, painting does not rely on the brain, but on the heart. Of course, the premise of this casualness must be 100,000 points of concentration. And the painted works must be emotional, otherwise they are all rubbish.

Art is not absolute, but art is emotional, and painting is the same. Only by painting with your heart and putting your feelings into it can you express real art. As Lu Shuo has always said, it's not that I want to draw, but that my heart is moved by it, so I can really draw an emotional painting.

This is the real god of painting.

The Tianyu opposite was completely shocked. Is that serious feeling, serious self-confidence and unconsidered realm that a teenager can only be done by a teenager?

I'm afraid he is the owner of the painting door, Qianzhen, the god of painting, and that's all.

From this moment, Tianyu began to have new ideas about the child in front of her. She can even imagine that on the star continent, a new generation of painting gods must belong to him.

Suddenly, the pencil in Lu Shuo's hand stopped swinging. And he also began to slowly open his eyes. When he opened his eyes completely and saw the work in front of him, Lu Shuo smiled and dripped sweat on his face. Lu Shuo put down his left hand and put down his pencil.

He picked up the drawing board with both hands and said to himself excitedly, "I didn't expect that my painting skills are still like this."

After saying that, he excitedly turned the drawing board and showed the heavenly side of the painting in front of her.

"Aunt Tianyu, it has been painted."

(What kind of painting did Lu Shuo draw? What will happen next in Starry Night Town? Please look forward to the next chapter, Starry Night Town)