Monster Apartment

Gu Baifang is gone.

He lowered his head, took out his phone, and sent Zhai Liangjun a message for help.

What if Mr. Moji came to see me!

Unfortunately, he didn't get an immediate answer.

Although Zhai Liangjun has plenty of time when he is not working, when he is working, he is basically on the go, and it is not uncommon for him not to come back once in a few months.

The doorbell rang again.

Gu Bai moved closer to the cat's eyes, and saw that the people outside the door had frowned slightly, as if he had lost his patience.

Si Yiming looks good and is tall. When his face is straight, he has an aura of calm and prestige. When he frowns and shows his unhappiness, it makes his calves tremble even more.

Before meeting Si Yiming, Gu Bai didn't have a specific concept of words such as mysterious aura and power. It wasn't until Si Yiming saw the knife that he nailed him in place and shivered that he had no idea about such words. a clear understanding.

To be honest, Gu Bai was quite afraid of Si Yiming.

He couldn't think of the reason why Si Yiming came to him.

It can't be because he saw his previous violent behavior, so come and threaten him to let go!

The more Gu Bai thought about it, the more frightened he became, he leaned against the door cowardly, holding the doorknob in his hand, not knowing whether to open it or not.

The doorbell rang for the third time, and it fell in Gu Bai's ears like a reminder.

He took a deep breath, unscrewed the doorknob, and opened a small crack.

"You, hello?" Gu Bai whispered through the door, "Is there something wrong?"

Si Yiming looked at the crack in the door, was silent for two seconds, and said, "I want you to draw."

Gu Bai was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Huang Yining introduced it." Si Yiming opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Are you free?"

Gu Bai hesitated for a while under the temptation of money, but finally chose to give in.

To his surprise, Si Yiming wasn't scary at all when he was peaceful.

At this time, the legendary boss was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, and when the hot tea was served, he politely nodded to him.

"What kind of painting do you want?" Gu Bai asked.

Si Yiming paused, and replied: "Anything is fine, I want to see your painting live."

Gu Bai was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer.

On-site painting is not impossible. When he set up a small stall in the past, the efficiency of watercolor sketching was extremely high. There are 51 sheets, and he can complete one painting in four to ten minutes at most, and it is not impossible to do it in two to ten minutes.

But draw a painting for 50 yuan for this big guy...

Gu Bai looked at Si Yiming, and felt that the price of 50 yuan seemed like an insult to this gentleman.

"Is it inconvenient?" Si Yiming asked.

"No." Gu Bai pursed his lips, "What kind of finished painting do you want?"

Si Yiming answered quickly: "The kind of Huang Yining."

Gu Bai was dazed for a while, thinking of the life-sized painting he had drawn for Ms. Huang, he shook his head: "The kind that takes a lot of time."

The implication is that on-site painting is basically impossible.

Recently, he has to go to the field with his teachers and brothers to make designs every day, and he seems a little nervous to draw the paintings for the exhibition in the rest of the time.

Gu Bai counted the time and said, "Recently I...have not been very free."

Si Yiming frowned.

Gu Bai looked at his expression, and felt a "thump" in his heart.

"I'm not in a hurry." Si Yiming slowly let go of his brows, and pondered for a while, then put the tea in his hand on the coffee table, turned his head and said to Gu Bai, "Wait a minute."

Gu Bai watched Si Yiming go out, and came back 3 minutes later, holding a framed scroll in his hand, and handed it to Gu Bai.

"Draw this," he said.

copy?

Gu Bai took the scroll in a daze, and slowly unfolded it.

The goal is a ferocious roaring ink faucet, as if it is about to pounce on the person outside the painting. There are traces of dizziness on the dark brush strokes. If you continue to unfold it, you can see its four claws spread out, with sharp fingertips ,magnificent.

Ink painting pays more attention to meaning than form.

This volume of roaring dragon head has drawn the shape and meaning to the extreme.

Gu Bai unfolded all the scrolls, but he didn't see the artist's signature.

He froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Si Yiming, hesitant to ask.

Si Yiming was keenly aware of his hesitation: "Why?"

"Could I ask, who painted this painting?" Gu Bai summoned up his courage and asked.

Si Yiming shook his head, expressing his refusal.

Gu Bai looked away silently, and carefully rolled up the scroll: "Sorry, Mr. Si, my level is not up to this level."

"It doesn't matter." Si Yiming said, "You paint, you set the price."

Gu Bai was a little confused.

He knows how good he is, this painting asked him to copy, one is that the style of the painting does not match, and the other is that it humiliates the original author of the painting.

Besides, those who are engaged in the art industry are a bit disrespectful to those who buy paintings asking them to copy other people's works.

But capitalists probably won't understand the sensitive and fragile mood of art practitioners.

So Gu Bai said truthfully: "I can't copy it."

"It's not copying, it's re-creation." Si Yiming corrected him.

Gu Bai snorted lightly.

It is still feasible to recreate based on this painting.

Si Yiming asked him, "What reward do you want?"

When Gu Bai heard this, he immediately figured out the thoughts that he had just thrown into the corner yesterday.

"That, that..." he asked with a worried face, "Can you please introduce me to a stock?"

Si Yiming: "..."

Si Yiming showed the same incredible expression as Huang Yining.

"Wait, after two months I have the principal..."

Under Si Yiming's indescribable gaze, Gu Bai's voice became smaller and smaller, and the courage aroused by the smell of money shrank back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...Can't you?" He murmured softly.

"...Yes." It was the first time Si Yiming encountered this type of monster.

It should be said that it was the first time I met a monster who didn't take advantage of the opportunity of trading with him to kill him.

Is the little monster now so simple?

No, those evil monsters in modern society are definitely not worthy of the word "sincere".

It's all human's fault, look, what did they break up those monsters with only violent thoughts in their heads?

Who taught them that there are eighteen turns behind a sentence?

Monsters were obviously not like this thousands of years ago.

The monsters from thousands of years ago were simple and straight-minded, and had no major shortcomings except that most of them fed on humans and their fears.

now what!

Si Yiming looked at Gu Bai, thinking of those fancy little monsters he ran into when he went out, he couldn't get angry.

The only one who is really simple is this little monster who has not penetrated into human society.

Mr. Si looked at Gu Bai's eyes sparkling with joy because he nodded and agreed to the reward, and watched for a while, until Gu Bai felt uncomfortable, then he looked away.

So cute.

Si Yiming thought with a blank expression.

"I don't have much time recently, but I will finish the painting you want as soon as possible!"

Gu Bai was blinded by the money, and even forgot the fright that Si Yiming had given him, and praised: "You are really a good person."

Si Yiming, who was issued a good person card, was quite happy in his heart.

He took a sip of tea, stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

When walking to the door, he said to Gu Bai who was sent out: "Don't play with Zhai Liangjun and Huang Yining."

This vixen and Hua Pi made a lot of noise all day long, making the whole building restless. Si Yiming didn't like to take care of it, but it didn't mean he liked this kind of noise.

Such a simple and obedient little monster, what a pity to be taken away!

Gu Bai looked up at Si Yiming who was taller than Zhai Liangjun, thinking that not long ago, Mr. Zhai was also standing here, telling him in the same tone seriously: Don't provoke the beast in our building, it's super fierce.

Looking at Si Yiming's equally serious face, Gu Bai couldn't help laughing twice, and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Si."

Si Yiming agreed as a kid.

He closed the door in satisfaction, went home, and left the building with the more than 30 paintings he had looted from Huang Yining before, turning his head and walking to Unit [-] next door.

Naturally, there was a reason why he asked Gu Bai to paint.

In the past ten years, natural disasters have occurred frequently in the land of Shenzhou, and many strange beasts that symbolize great evil have escaped from their lairs. The workload of these beasts in charge of guarding Shenzhou has suddenly increased, and they can't wait to dismantle one into two for use.

If Gu Bai's paintings can meet the requirements, it can help a lot.

It's just that Si Yiming is still not sure where the special aura on Gu Bai's paintings comes from.

He seemed to have a little impression, but it felt specious, it was a bit vague.

The beast has lived for so many years, and it is normal for the long-term memory to feel fuzzy.

Si Yiming guessed that some old guy probably let his cubs out to practice.

Which old guy's cub is it? Bai Ze, who is in charge of the seventh unit next door, should be able to identify it through the paintings, Si Yiming thought.

But when he arrived at Unit [-], he was told that Bai Ze had gone on a trip, and that he had gone to explore the Amazon jungle halfway across the world.

How dare you go on a trip at this time!

The good mood that Si Yiming had cultivated at Gu Bai's place just disappeared completely in an instant, he kicked Bai Ze's house down in anger, and walked away angrily with his painting in his hand.

Gu Bai carefully hung the picture scroll in the middle of the large studio on the second floor, rubbed his hungry stomach to cook, and after he was full, he received a reply letter from Mr. Zhai.

Mr. Zhai sent him a candle.

Gu Bai paused, and sent a message back to Mr. Zhai.

He said: Mr. Zhai, I think Mr. Si is a good man.

Zhai Liangjun, who was preparing to shoot a night scene in the film and television city, saw this message.

He showed a terrified expression as if he had seen a god.

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