Entertainment: For me, reverse love is the most deadly

Chapter 126 Can You Draw the Future?

"Fuck!!!"

"Each of Chen Hongming's paintings is worth a million! Are these two broken fans by Lu Bai worth more than two million?"

"Oh my god! Lu Bai actually refused a master's offer to be his disciple?"

"The world is upside down! I realize I don't know Lu Bai anymore!"

"Fuck you! Is Lu Bai God's biological son?"

"From translation to dubbing to painting, how many skills does Lu Bai have?"

"I really want to dissect Lu Bai's brain. Is his structure different from ours?"

The temple fair is becoming more and more lively.

Chen Hongming did not leave, but sat in front of Lu Bai's stall.

He wanted to see with his own eyes how Lu Bai painted.

To be honest, Chen Hongming still had a trace of doubt in his heart.

After all, Lu Bai’s age is there, he is too young!

But art never depends on age, but on talent!

There is a small blackboard in front of Lu Bai's stall.

The above paragraph has been rewritten:

【Draw what you want, record all the beauty in the world, and only give it to the destined person. 】

Now that you already know the artistic value of your paintings.

Lu Bai did not intend to sell the paintings to others casually.

So, there is the last sentence: only give it to the destined person.

Bai Lu on the side was muttering in her heart, is it a destined person or a Yuan person?
But she admired Lu Bai from the bottom of her heart.

She had secretly checked Chen Hongming's information on Baidu.

This old man's background is really impressive!

In other words, Lu Bai refused an offer from a big shot in the industry to become his apprentice!

Lu Bai just sat in front of the stall, quietly waiting for the right person to come.

But he has already rejected more than a dozen people in succession.

Even Bai Lu couldn't help but ask: "Lu Bai, who are the destined people you are waiting for?"

Every time a customer sits down, Lu Bai asks: "What do you want to draw?"

But no matter whether the customer asked whether he wanted to paint people, objects or scenery, Lu Bai refused.

"I do not know either."

Lu Bai grinned. He really didn't know what he was waiting for.

But he doesn't want to paint casually, he hopes that his paintings will have meaning.

At this time, a young woman about thirty years old was sitting in front of Lu Bai's stall.

Her face looked a little haggard and she wore a big hat on her head.

Lu Bai asked: "What to draw?"

The woman did not answer but asked, "Sir, can you paint anything here?"

Lu Bai nodded: "Yes, I can paint Chinese painting, oil painting, and watercolor painting."

"you……"

The woman hesitated, but mustered up the courage to ask, "Can you draw the future?"

"future?"

Lu Bai was a little confused. The woman pointed to a place not far away.

Lu Bai looked in that direction and saw a little boy being carried on his father's shoulders, watching the show with a balloon in his hand.

"My days are numbered."

The woman had a faint smile on her face. "I'm not afraid of death, and I'm open-minded. The only regret is that I didn't get to see him grow up."

Lu Bai was silent for a long time, then asked, "Are you thinking of me drawing your child when he grows up?"

The woman asked expectantly, "Is it okay?"

Looking at the woman's eager expression, Lu Bai nodded: "Okay."

"Cough cough..."

The woman coughed a few times, then happily took out her cell phone and opened the photo album.

In the photo, she is holding her son and smiling happily.

"This is a picture of my son. I just want to see him grow up."

Lu Bai took the phone, looked at it carefully, and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, Lu Bai opened his eyes.

At this time, Chen Hongming had already set up the easel and spread out the drawing paper.

"Here, a paintbrush."

Chen Hongming smiled and said, "Don't use your pens and papers anymore."

"Um……"

Lu Bai nodded and started painting.

There were already circles of people surrounding the stall.

Bai Lu, Chen Hongming, and all the viewers in the live broadcast room were looking forward to it. They hoped that Lu Bai could fulfill the last wish of this poor mother.

Everyone remained silent at the same time at this moment.

They all didn't want to disturb Lu Bai at this moment.

Chen Hongming couldn't help but frown.

The little boy in the photo looks only three or four years old.

To draw a three-year-old person, you must understand a person’s facial features, bone structure, and the laws of aging in order to depict his or her future appearance!

But a person's appearance is affected by many factors.

Factors such as genetics, living environment, nutritional status, and disease can all lead to changes in appearance.

So, portraying an old person at the age of three is a miracle that only exists in film and television works.

In real life, this is simply impossible to do!

But who would have the heart to refuse such a poor mother?

Even if you give her a white lie, it is still a hope.

and so.

Even though she knew that Lu Bai was lying to the mother.

Chen Hongming did not expose it either.

But Bai Lu, who was standing by, had different feelings.

She completely trusted Lu Bai.

Even if no one in the world can do it, Lu Bai...

must be able to!

Lu Bai never lies. If he says yes, then it must be yes!
Simple composition.

Draw the outline.

Positioning of facial features.

Details, light and shadow, colors...

Lu Bai's expression was serious and earnest.

His writing was not slow, but he would pause for a few seconds after each stroke.

But no one urged him.

Everyone just waited quietly.

Chen Hongming, the more I look at it, the more frightened I become!

Without him.

Lu Bai's painting skills can be fully seen at this moment!
so amazing!

Lu Bai's use of light, shadow and color is simply outrageous!

This is simply a divine writing!
Chen Hongming has met many oil painting masters.

He himself also dabbled in oil painting.

But Lu Bai's oil paintings are totally not on the same level as theirs!

Half an hour passed...

Lu Bai is still painting.

An hour passed...

Lu Bai is still painting.

But there was no impatience.

In fact, everyone was slightly surprised.

On Lu Bai's drawing board, a young and energetic boy floats in the painting!

The boy's facial features are not outstanding, but when combined together, there is a unique harmony.

His eyes are not big, but they are exceptionally bright, like two twinkling little stars.

The bridge of her nose is neither too high nor too low, just the right height, and her mouth corners are always slightly upturned, giving people a feeling that she is always happy.

That sunny smile seemed to reach through time and space, telling her: "Mom, don't worry about me. I will be able to take good care of myself in the future."

"It's Xiaohao."

The woman burst out laughing and murmured:
"When he grows up, his father should take him to get double eyelid surgery. His eyes are like mine and they don't look good."

"You seem a little thin. You need to eat well."

"I don't know if he had a girlfriend at that time. My son is so handsome, he must be very popular with girls, right?"

But as she spoke, tears blurred her vision: "I'm sorry, mom can't be a part of your future."

The memory in her blood seemed to have traveled through time and space, telling her that this was her child.

When Lu Bai put down the last stroke, the whole crowd fell silent.

The woman's crying was like an invisible knife, stabbing their hearts.

Many girls were already sobbing quietly.

They also miss their mother a little.

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