The cool life of sand sculpture

a little Zhengtai

The rest area of ​​Shichadai is in the corner, there are not many people, but the view is good.

She just slumped on the chair carelessly, sipping milk tea one after another.

While talking, Shicha's eyes were attracted by a little boy in the corner.

The little boy looked to be in his early teens, very white, wearing a white shirt with black and white plaid suspenders, with slightly long hair, and looked a bit milky, he was a cute little lady.

Of course, this is not the point.

What attracted Shi Cha's attention was what the little Zhengtai was doing - the little Zhengtai was holding a tablet in his hand and drawing something with an electronic pen in his hand.

While drawing, I looked up from time to time.

This made Shi Cha a little curious.

"No way. Could it be that the painting circle is so crowded now?" Shi Cha scratched his hands, held back his curiosity, and quietly moved over.

She silently moved behind Mrs. Xiaozheng, then stretched her neck to look at Mrs. Xiaozheng's flat screen.

Hmm, it seems to be painting a part of it now, zoomed in, and I can't see anything clearly.

This little Zhengtai should be coloring, the electronic pen in his hand painted the white area into blue.

So Shicha waited patiently for a while.

Finally, Xiao Zhengtai finished painting, and then zoomed out...

Shi Cha looked at the screen expectantly and curiously.

Soon, Shi Cha saw it.

Then she fell silent.

From the looks of it, this young lady has quite the aura, and she has a good look when she draws, and even uses the electronic pen in her hand to compare the buildings in front of her...

So, what is this mess of twisted, messy colors on this flat canvas?

Could it be a mall?

Shicha looked at the shopping mall from this perspective, and then at the pile of unidentifiable things. It was really hard to connect the two.

But watching Xiao Zhengtai look up at the scene in front of him from time to time, the color is still messy but can roughly match the shopping mall in front of him...

Well, this pile of messy things is indeed a picture of the shopping mall in front of us.

Shicha: Excuse me.

So Shicha prepared to back away quietly.

She came quietly, and quietly left, without taking a single cloud—

"who are you?"

Just when Shicha moved halfway, the little Zheng too abruptly turned his head to stare at Shicha, then squinted his eyes and asked.

He had long noticed that there was an aunt standing behind him who had been staring at his screen, but she was just drawing seriously, so she didn't speak.

"Uh, a passerby who happened to pass by." Shi Cha blinked, "Hi, hello kid."

"I'm not a child." Xiao Zhengtai corrected Shi Cha's words with a straight face.

Shi Cha scratched his head: "Isn't it a child? Then, a big friend?"

It is too small:"……"

It's also very unpleasant to hear.

"Did you peek at my painting just now?" Xiao Zhengtai decided to skip the topic of addressing and move on to the next topic, "Is it ugly, so you don't want to watch it?"

Shi Cha blinked: "Yeah, it's not good, so I won't watch it."

Originally, Shicha wanted to tell a white lie, but seeing the serious look of this little Zhengtai, Shicha thought... It seemed that it would be more fun to make this little Zhengtai cry.

hey-hey……

She is bad...

However, Xiao Zhengtai's psychological quality is obviously very good, and he was not sad because Shi Cha said that his paintings were not good-looking.

He even nodded in agreement: "It's really not good-looking. I really don't understand, I obviously followed the painting, why is there such a big difference?"

Xiao Zhengtai frowned slightly, looking a little distressed.

And Shicha's mouth twitched—how did this follow the painting?It's so different.

"Hiss, don't tell me, it's quite difficult for you to be so different from the painting." Shi Cha simply sat next to Mrs. Zheng, and then looked at the painting on the tablet for a while, "However, it has an abstract feeling. Well."

"Hehe, if the painting is not good-looking, it is not good-looking. I am very self-aware." Xiao Zhengtai said expressionlessly.

"I'm not coaxing you, in fact, I think your expression is a little awkward." Shi Cha touched his chin, "Mingming is not very old, why are you acting like a little old man?"

"Hehe." Xiao Zhengtai rolled his eyes.

Shi Cha's gaze fell on the tablet: "Would you mind giving me the tablet? Maybe it won't look so ugly after changing it."

"You?" Xiao Zheng looked at Shi Cha suspiciously, "You know how to draw?"

Shi Cha, who was wearing a mask, smiled: "If you let me try it, you will know? Or are you worried that I will pick up your tablet and run away? There are surveillance cameras here."

She pointed to the monitor overhead.

After finishing the work, he pulled off the mask, waved his hand at the monitor, and put the mask back on.

"I haven't seen your face yet," Xiaozheng said.

Shi Cha glanced at Xiao Zhengtai: "It's fine as long as the surveillance can see it."

"All right……"

Out of curiosity, Xiaozheng handed over the tablet and electronic pen to Shicha.

Shicha picked up the electronic pen, observed the distorted painting, and then began to lower his head and start to swipe.

Xiao Zhengtai's paintings are really average, but he has a good grasp of color.

Therefore, Shicha did not make major changes, and directly drew lines on the screen with thick black lines in the simplest and most rude way.

Xiaozhengtai’s line drawings are not pure black lines, but rather brown. Therefore, when the thick black lines of the tea fall behind the screen, they will be visually occupied by these black lines.

Then there is the large area of ​​color.

And the crooked dark brown lines drawn by Xiao Zhengtai.

But against the thick black lines, these crooked thin lines are more like patterns.

Shicha paints very fast, and the painting is finished in just a few minutes.

"Okay, doesn't it look more pleasing to the eye now?" Shi Cha said with a smile.

Mrs. Xiaozheng was holding the tablet, a little dazed.

Is this... his painting?

"Oh, it's getting late so I won't tell you, I still have to pick out gifts, please—"

Shicha glanced at the time on his watch, then got up and prepared to leave.

Just as soon as he got up, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by Xiao Zhengtai.

"How did you do it? Why can a few lines... change such an ugly painting?" Xiaozheng looked at Shicha anxiously, and finally the expression of being embarrassed was gone.

Shi Cha thought for a while: "I don't know. Actually, I am Ye Luzi, but I met my master some time ago. He taught me a lot, but I haven't graduated yet, so I don't know how to describe it."

For example, those professional nouns like proportion, Shicha really didn't know how to organize the language for a while.

"you……"

Mrs. Xiaozheng wanted to say something, but a middle-aged man walked towards him not far away, looking a little anxious.

"Lolo! We found you!"

Shi Cha looked at the middle-aged man, and then at Xiao Zhengtai: "It seems that your family is here, so I'm leaving, kid—"

Shicha left leisurely.

Little Zheng left behind and said angrily, "I'm not a child!"