Soul Painter

When Xin Weiti returned to the studio in a disposable lunch box containing roast duck rice, he planned several versions of his rhetoric in his mind.

"Hey, lunatic, Miss Ben sees that you are about to starve to death, so I will give you a special reward."

No, this statement is too domineering, not only does it appear guilty, but also with that guy's temper, it is very likely that the whole box of lunch will be pinned to the ground.

Of all the people Xin Wei met, no one was more difficult to serve than Gao Fan.

"Come and eat, don't starve to death..."

I bother!

I'm so pissed off.

It's not a TV show.

If you put it quietly, leave a note...

That's a good idea.

But what was written on the note?

Xin Wei returned to the studio with 100% entanglement.

Sure enough, Gao Fan is still here.

Under the bright light of the studio, Gao Fan's tall and thin figure was wrapped in a large sweater, his hair was half long, and it shone oily under the light—it must have not been washed for a long time, he waved his hands wholeheartedly The carbon pen in it should be re-priming.

Xin Wei coughed.

But Gao Fan didn't hear it.

Xin Wei walked behind Gao Fan, just in time to see Gao Fan waving his arm, outlining an arc from the sky to the earth on the canvas in front of him. surfaced.

Amazing!

Xin Wei's eyes widened, sketching has always been Gao Fan's weakness, he almost skipped all the static sketching classes, because he said, he doesn't like those boring lines, he likes colors, all kinds of colors, he is He came to Tianmei to go to school because he likes it. If he didn't like it, why would he draw any pictures?

Wayward like a great artist.

But he doesn't have the skills of a great artist.

Except for a flash at the freshman military training party, he looks like a prince charming.

At other times, Gao Fan is very difficult to get along with, he seems to be unwilling to interact with other people at all, which makes him walk alone, like a different kind.

Xin Wei also hated Gao Fan's character very much. She was the one who called the lunatic first, but what she never said clearly was that she really appreciated Gao Fan's talent very much. In his eyes, Gao Fan should be a talented artist.

Xin Wei's father is a well-known psychologist in China. When Xin Wei described Gao Fan to him, Xin Wei's father smiled and said: "That child just looks like an artist, personality and talent are not the same thing. You'll understand when you grow up."

To this day, Xin Wei also gradually understands that she just drew a template for talented artists, and Gao Fan just fits this template, but whether he is a genius or not depends on the works. In the three years of university, Gao Fan did not show The corresponding talent, so this appreciation gradually faded.

However, at this moment, Gao Fan's stroke on the canvas made Xin Wei's heart beat wildly. A handsome young man in fluttering white clothes.

Watched for a while.

Xin Wei discovered that this was not a flash of inspiration.

Gao Fan's drawing ability seems to have improved a lot in a short period of time, and it seems to be almost comparable to Lin Senhao, but how is this possible?

Gao Fan, on the other hand, never noticed Xin Wei.

Confused and puzzled, Xin Wei put the roast duck rice behind Gao Fan and went back to the dormitory without leaving a note.

the next day.

Xin Wei came to the studio in a hurry and met several classmates from the same age, including Lin Senhao, but he didn't see Gao Fan in front of Gao Fan's easel.

"Where's the lunatic?" Xin Wei asked Lin Senhao.

"I went back in the early morning and fell asleep." Lin Senhao said, glanced at Gao Fan's drawing board again, and said, "I probably didn't draw well, it looks very annoying."

Xin Wei walked to Gaofan's drawing board and saw the canvas that had been shoveled into a mess.

Already good? I don't know what he wants to paint...Xin Wei thought about it, and looked down again, the roast duck rice was put there completely, how did it come here yesterday, and how it is today, she sighed a little.

Lin Senhao looked at all this, his eyes flashed with jealousy, of course he remembered this lunch box, he noticed it when he came to the studio this morning, thinking about it, after only eating a few mouthfuls last night, Xin Wei hurriedly finished dinner and went to give it to him. Gao Fan packed a boxed lunch, and couldn't help but feel even more uncomfortable.

Gao Fan came to the studio at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He obviously washed up, his half-length hair was pulled back, and his thin face was full of vigor. In terms of appearance, Gao Fan could directly play Dali, one of the top three most handsome painters in history.

But today Gao Fan was obviously in a worse mood. He came with a lawsuit all over his head. When he came to the studio, he started to shovel the dye that he hadn’t finished shoveling yesterday. I saw Gao Fan hugging his shoulders in front of the canvas for a while, and then started painting.

It's just a strange feeling, the moment Gao Fan started to paint, his expression seemed to be a little...crazy.

Gao Fan's inappropriateness can be sensed by all the students. Now he seems to be covered with an aura of 'a stranger is approaching', staring at the painting in front of him, as if staring at an enemy, holding some kind of Be sure to complete the obsession, coloring in the fast pen.

Until eleven o'clock at night.

Gao Fan spent eight hours without eating or drinking.

Before Xin Wei left after nine o'clock, as usual, he placed a piece of Gao Fan's favorite roast duck rice behind him, glanced at Gao Fan's painting, and then Xin Wei showed a shocked expression.

good, very good.

Improved from yesterday.

If yesterday Xin Wei was able to see how good Gao Fan was, then today Xin Wei couldn't understand it anymore. He just felt that both the color and the layout were particularly impactful, a sense of despair that hit his face, gushes from the canvas.

That small painting seems to have painted a big world. The painting only shows a corner of the world. In addition, there are boundless unknowns and fears, which are bred in that world and may pass through this small window at any time. , into the real world.

Kind of... scary.

Xin Wei thought to himself, and shivered unconsciously.

...

Three o'clock in the morning.

Gao Fan made the last stroke.

The system gives timely feedback.

'The similarity is 99.99%, the task is completed, the reward...'

Before the task is completed, Gao Fan's system status is as follows:

SAN value 49, color 54, structure 57, line 55, anatomy 8, psychology 6.

The SAN value of 49 is already lower than the warning line.

When Gao Fan looked at the world, he already had a distorted look. For a moment, he was extremely happy, and for a moment he was so angry that he wanted to explode. The chaos had surpassed his reason and occupied Gao Fan's body and mind.

This is a risk. During the second attempt, Gao Fan believed that his skill value was still not enough to complete a 100% imitation of "The Gate of Hell".

After that, he again added the small SAN value to the three major items, especially the lines.

If he can't finish this time, Gao Fan knows that he may be sent to a mental hospital.

But then he suddenly had an inspiration.

"The Gates of Hell" is originally a crazy and desperate work. If he reduces the SAN value to a lower level, will it be more in line with the spiritual temperament that the original author wants to express?

It was very risky, but he succeeded.

More and more~Thanks to Saibeimo, Shouxing Ashin and book friends with tail number 8632 for their rewards~