I saw the countdown to their death

Hojo Satoru's art skills introduction lv5 is only limited to the second class on Saturdays in elementary school, and professional players can't play it. It's okay to draw a picture of Sanying and Lu Bu (simplified version)-referring to the mahjong picture.

"I'll draw. Hojo-san just hand me the tools. Try to finish it before the weekend." Saying this, Tsukimiri got off the chair after pasting up the drawing paper, squatted on the ground and tore open the packages of various paints.

"Struggle and the theme of life are quite suitable for the campus environment." Hojo Satoru also squatted down, "Have you thought about what to draw?"

"There are several concepts, but I'm hesitating which one to adopt. It's too profound for people to understand, and it's too simple and easy to understand but not deep enough. Does Hojo-san have any insights? For example, do you have any better modern poems in your mind?"

"Poetry?"

Talking about this Hojo Satoru got excited, he opened his mouth and said, "It's snowing, let's go pee together..."

"Go fetch water!"

The really unbearable Tsukimi finally couldn't take it anymore, and directly smashed the small barrel for washing pens at his face, and Hojo Satoru couldn't dodge, squatted on the ground, laughed twice, and picked up the barrel He left in a hurry.

Looking at the back of this guy 'Yue', Yue Jianli felt a little headache, and pinched the brows again.

Although I don't know what this complete poem is, letting him read it will definitely make me sick for a long time.After all, in front of his smile just now, it was the first time that the word "wretched" was so pale and powerless.

He obviously has such a handsome face, but why does the more he gets in touch with him, the more he feels like a pervert?

Could it be that he lost his eyes for the first time?

Yue Jianli shook her head helplessly, and frowned slightly, staring at the palette in a daze, what theme is she painting?

It’s already past noon, and the sun has gradually changed from direct to oblique. The girl squatting on the newspaper column is half covered by the sun. Maybe she is too focused. Time passes by every minute and every second, and Hojo Satoru returns from fetching water. I stood in front of my eyes for a long time and didn't find it.

He said: "If you really don't know what to paint, start with the funeral."

"funeral?"

The girl frowned, stood up suspiciously, and stared at his face seriously, trying to make sure if this guy was joking again.Acura struggle and life, you propose to paint a funeral?

"That's right, starting with the funeral. Wait a minute, and I'll give you a poem."

Hojo Satoru, who was standing in the backlight, put down the small bucket, suddenly took out his phone and pressed it, and while pressing it, he muttered, "It's been too long, I don't know how much I can remember..."

A poem?Are you serious?Wouldn't it start with excretion again?

Although Yue Jianli looked suspiciously, he still waited quietly. This guy had a serious expression, and it seemed that he was really writing something.

Satoru Hojo typed and recalled, stopped writing for more than ten minutes, and finally typed a modern poem in the chat bar, and pressed the send button.

"Om~"

There was a vibrating sound from the phone in the pocket of the little skirt, Yue Jianli opened LINE suspiciously, and saw a long message from this guy.

Her slender fingers slid down and turned the text to the top line, and she began to read seriously with her eyes drooping.

The sun was sinking, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class. There was no noise from the vestibule. Some students who came to the vestibule turned their heads to look at this side, and some passed by curiously. up.

After a while, the class bell rang again, and the vestibule became silent again. The second period was the swimming class of the first year AB class, but the good time was ruined by this girl. In fact, the place where the water could ooze blood was scabbed .

From being skeptical to being serious, Yue Jianli was finally deeply attracted by the words, and his whole mind was completely stuck in it, and he stared at the phone intently for more than ten minutes.

She read the modern poem above word by word, her slender and beautiful fingers gently flicked the screen, from bottom to top, from top to bottom, over and over again.

The full text of the long poem is more than 500 words, and it is narrated in a third-person tone. There is a touch of warmth, a touch of sadness, and more of a kind of quiet memory, and a free and easy indifference...

Finally, Tsukimi finished reading it, and looked up at Hojo Satoru's eyes, which were slightly narrowed because of the sunlight.

At this moment, all the pictures appeared in her mind, and she kind of liked this poem.

"This poem..."

"When I was a child, an uncle passed by my house. He suddenly saw something and recited this poem to me."

Hojo Satoru showed his white teeth and smiled brilliantly, "Well, I call him Uncle Hachisha."

Chapter 18 Genius Girl

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting, and the girl's white shirt had been dyed some colors. If a person concentrates on doing something, there will be a strange attraction, and as a girl with a ceiling, then This feeling is raised by more than one level.

Yuejianli Fenglin was standing on a chair, holding a bunch of messy tools in his hands, and was seriously carrying out the "ghost drawing" in front of him.

That's right, it's a ghost painting, because she didn't finish the painting, you can't tell it's a painting at all, just squeezed a few lumps of paints of various colors and arranged them in vertical rows on the drawing paper, deep purple, plain, ultramarine, natural, white, medium yellow , lemon yellow.

Then dip the brush in a little water, and brush it casually from top to bottom.

Then, you will see the gradient color of the sky with clear layers, from dark blue to light blue, and the last touch of yellow is the afterglow left by the setting sun. After drawing the base map, blow it with a wireless hair dryer for a few times .

Then, she used a No. 12 paintbrush to roughly dip a lump of black on the drawing board, and then roughly brushed it horizontally. The grass below has not been painted yet, so she changed to a hook pen to paint the dead trees, For a solitary grave, the tombstone is painted at once.

It directly destroyed the beauty of this painting. When Hojo Satoru, who had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't bear it, Yuejianli replaced the brush with a fork for eating, and used the tip of the fork to pick up the messy black graffiti... The lines magically turned into grass.

Then, she dipped in the pure white paint with a toothbrush for brushing her teeth, and directly scraped the brush gently with her thumb, and stars appeared in the dark blue sky, and then she outlined a crow, ending with a silhouette.

Sunset, starry sky, dead tree, crow and...a woman standing silently in front of the grave.

Looking at this painting from the front, there is an illusion of being there, just like under the gorgeous starry sky, you are silently looking at the woman on the grave, and you have an indescribable sense of loneliness.

But the painting is beautiful, comparable to professional art students, and Yuejianli draws very fast, super fast, almost without even thinking about it. Before this starry sky, she had already completed two paintings painted.

For that poem, she plans to fill the entire bulletin board with ten paintings, telling a story in the form of text and pictures, and according to this progress, it can be done without waiting until the weekend.

Tsukimi also nodded in satisfaction after putting away the pen, and then reached out to gather a strand of hair sticking to the corner of her pink lips behind her ear, but accidentally left a touch of bright orange on her face.

funny?It’s not funny at all, but has a different kind of charm. Art students are like this. They wear dirty clothes and paint seriously, with paint on their faces and foreheads. How dazzling the messy attire is set off by the beautiful picture scroll behind him.

"Miss Princess, how long have you studied art before?" Hojo Satoru, who was flustered by the occasional handing over tools, asked curiously.

"Three months." Yue Jianli's answer was simple and concise, not like lying.

"What else do you want?"

"I know a little bit about everything." Yue Jianli turned his head and glanced at him, "Some things are not very proficient, for example, in sports, I only know the rules and have no practical experience."

Hojo Satoru pointed at the painting behind her, and exaggerated: "This is what you said? Then what is your so-called 'understanding'?"

Yue Jianli paused, with a signature smile on his calm face, "Van Gogh, Da Vinci, Picasso, Michelangelo, Monet, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong..."

"Stop, stop." Hojo Satoru quickly interrupted the girl, and gave the most pertinent evaluation, "Miss Yue Jianli, you are really shameless."

"Yeah~"

Yue Jianli smiled, but was not angry, and turned her head to continue painting.

Hojo Satoru finally understands, this girl may not have an IQ of 160, but she definitely deserves the word 'genius', can she do this after three months of studying?

The state of her painting, the posture of holding the pen, the steady hand of an old dog when drawing small objects... The messy tools in her hands are not all brushes, there are toothbrushes, forks, cotton swabs, toothpicks... Sometimes she just paints with her hands.

She has a deep understanding of composition, sense of layering, or color matching. A layman Satoru Hojo can see that it is not easy.

I don't know how far this kind of casual painting has reached, but it is definitely not something that beginners can do. Others are still practicing basic skills for three months.

So, when I heard her talk about the "rules of the sword" in the Kendo Department, I thought she was very knowledgeable, but now it seems that she is really a bit awesome.

There is a saying, what is the difference between pretense, awesomeness and stupidity?

When you meet a person who pretends to be aggressive, you will think that he is awesome at first, but after getting along with him, you will find that he is pretending to be aggressive.

When you meet a very awesome person, you think he is just like that at first, but after you get in touch with him, you will find that he is really awesome.

As for the idiot... the moment he opens his mouth, it will be revealed that he is an idiot.

Yue Jianli is indeed a great person, this is not what she said, but someone else said.

So, what does it take to work with awesome people?Of course it is to ask questions.

"Your Highness, may I ask what else do you want besides this?"

"I also know a little bit about various musical instruments." Yue Jianli bent down, inserted the brush into the brush holder and stirred it a few times, staring at the painting and said calmly: "Tea ceremony, illustration, photography and other activities that don't require much exercise."

"What about dancing?"

Hojo Satoru was suddenly aroused, "You know what that otaku dance is, the one who wears a maid outfit, has a pistol in each hand, and dances while using the gun fighting technique 'crack bang bang' to collapse."

Tsukimi glanced at him and said nothing.

"By the way, Yue Jianli, now I agree with you. I'm talking about ghosts. But I'm curious how you know there are ghosts in the world?"

Yue Jianli glanced at him again, "Would you believe me if I said that I could see it since I was a child?"

Yin and Yang eyes?Hojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, then thought for a moment, and asked seriously: "Did you go to places like the shrine..."

"Have."

Yue Jianli nodded, and sketched lightly with the brush, "Father made an appointment with an authoritative doctor for me, whether it was neurology or psychology, and the conclusion was that everything was normal. I also visited the abbot of Xiangguo Temple alone, and No matter which way I can solve the problem of the palace secretary of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, I can only rely on myself."

Hearing this, Hojo Satoru was a little surprised, hey, so your family knows about you, not only that, but you have also visited the largest temple and shrine in Japan, and met the abbot and palace secretary alone?

The social status of Japanese clergy is super high, and this kind of highest-level person is not something that ordinary people can date if they want to.

Hojo Satoru asked curiously: "What did the abbot say? What good suggestions did Mr. Gong Si put forward?"

Yue Jianli paused, and said calmly: "The abbot told me to watch less horror movies and pay more attention to rest. The palace secretary made me believe in science."

"laugh--"

Seeing the other party looking over again, Hojo Satoru immediately shook his head, "I didn't laugh."

Well, if the senior says she can see ghosts, maybe she will believe it. After all, Lingli 2 is there, but why is Yuejianli's answer so funny?Perhaps people with high IQs develop some hysteria?After all, the genius is on the left, and the lunatic is on the right.

"Miss Princess..."

"Hojo-san, I don't really need your help here."

Yuejianli turned her head and looked straight at Hojo Satoru. She handed over the messy toothpick in her hand, "If you're free, you can pick the mud out of your belly button."

Hojo Satoru was stunned, and immediately grabbed Huadian, "How does Ms. Yue Jianli know that there is mud in her belly button? No, it's not mud..."

Yue Jian looked at him expressionlessly, and turned his head away after three seconds, ignoring him.

So, Hojo Satoru became bored again, he simply squatted down on the ground to find a paintbrush, and began to draw on the remaining drawing paper.

"Contemporary painting master...Hojo Beihong, Eight Horses..."

There are still more than ten minutes before school is over. I don’t know what time this young lady wants to draw. Anyway, when the school bell rings, Satoru Hojo will have to run away. I have to find a job today. If I can’t find a satisfactory one, I will do my best drawing Cross to deal with the next.

He has a serious expression, concentrated attention, piercing eyes, and the hand holding the pen is as steady as an old dog.

Can't draw well after getting started with lv5?At least I learned a little bit of the basics when I was in elementary school.

"Change the water."

The voice of Yue Jianli suddenly came over, and the picture of eight steeds had just finished writing, the outline of the horse appeared vividly on the paper when the lines were drawn... Elegant and agile, the sound of hooves was like thunder, as if there were bursts of neighing echoing in the ears, which made people feel Soul-stirring.

Hojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, and ran to the outdoor washbasin in the playground with the bucket in hand.

Yuejianli looked down at the paintings on the ground, subconsciously turned her head back, but in the middle of the movement, she suddenly lowered her head, staring blankly at the paintings on the ground.

This painting of eight horses has simple lines and smooth composition, which fully demonstrates the wildness and uninhibitedness of Van Gogh's abstraction. I just don't know why one horse puts its front legs on another horse's buttocks.

"Good painting."

Yue Jianli's pink lips parted slightly, and she gave a concise and capable approval, leaning over and pressing the painting under the remaining white paper, blocking it tightly.

After a while, Hojo Satoru hurried over with a bucket of water, before getting close, Tsukimiri walked over, with her signature smile on her face, and took the initiative to take half of the bucket of water, "Hojo, get out of class is over in a few minutes. You don't need to clean up here. You can go home first."

"Hey, then I'm leaving."

Hojo Satoru was delighted when he heard it. He was really amazed at the beginning when he saw this girl's painting, but after a long time, he became a little bored.

"Let's go, don't use it to accompany me tomorrow."

"Row."

Gojo Hojo nodded cheerfully, turned around and left without saying a word, Princess Fengling is pretty easy to talk to.

Chapter 19 (?_?)

In Shinjuku's Mabukicho First Street, Satoru Hojo stood in front of a coffee shop holding a sign meticulously.

The minimum hourly wage in Tokyo is 1000 yen an hour. Standing for half an hour and resting for 10 minutes, but you have to go in and find contract employees to cover the shift, and the rest time is also counted as wages.

Hojo Satoru is very handsome with eight points of charm. Standing at the door with a professional smile on his face has attracted many white-collar beauties, but they are mostly joking.He has a part-time job brooch on his chest, and he looks like a high school student. Except for special burns, normal women would not ask for contact information.

Time passed quickly, Hojo Satoru only took a break after standing for four hours, and obviously brought his own buff to attract customers, so the store manager directly gave 5000 yen when paying the bill, and asked if he wanted to sign a temporary contract for a long-term part-time job, which was also a daily settlement. The hourly salary can be opened to 1500 (the highest in this area).