Lin Ke walked out of Li Chungang Tofu Shop and patted his round belly with satisfaction.
I looked at the sun at noon, raised a gentle smile, and then walked to the Wonderland Painting Studio next door.
But remembering that he only had three months, Lin Ke speeded up the pace unconsciously.
Although he just had a comfortable meal, he ran out of time!
…
"boom!"
When I walked into the art studio, I saw the door of the small dark room I entered last time slamming shut.
have a guest?
Lin Ke looked up at the dusty paintings around him, shook his head, then found a cloth strip in the corner of the store and began to wipe the dust off the paintings.
"Creak...bang!"
Not long after, someone walked out again with heavy footsteps and loud laughter.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, hahaha..."
Lin Ke turned around and looked.
It's him!
who?
It was Mr. Zhang who was the first to praise Lin Ke for his dancing last night.
I didn't see clearly last night, and then I realized that he was a middle-aged man with a very vulgar appearance and casual clothes. He was wearing a cloth coat, his hair was messy, and there was something on his face that was either bloodshot or minced meat, and he had a beard. Cha's.
The clothes on her stomach were clearly not fit, and black threads were sticking out from her belly. She would pull up her pants from time to time when she walked.
Seeing Lin Ke, he was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled at Lin Ke and nodded with a special smile between men.
Then the two passed each other.
After the customer left, Wang Lin also walked out, looked at Lin Ke and asked: "You are in the store, why don't you say hello?"
Lin Ke reluctantly replied: "I just entered the store and saw the door inside closed. Master, you will take up your afternoon time to teach me painting. If it delays your normal business in the morning, if I can't learn well, then... "
"Hey." Wang Lin raised the corner of her mouth slightly after listening to Lin Ke's words, and interrupted: "Okay, I don't blame you. You mean it. Okay, don't wipe it. No one is looking at those paintings. Come with me." !”
She turned around and closed the shop door first, then turned and walked straight to the backyard.
Lin Ke put the strip of cloth in his hand on the corner table and followed closely.
Wang Lin's courtyard is different from Li Chungang's courtyard.
Li Chungang's yard next door was filled with the smell of blood, and the blood tofu looked like coagulated blood. It was not a place for normal people to stay.
He was reading there in the morning. Several times while reading, he was interrupted by the vague smell of blood.
There is a tree in each room on the east and west sides of Wang Lin's courtyard. The tree is an osmanthus tree. There is an easel and a bench under the tree on the east side. There is also a painting on the easel, which is only half painted.
It was clean and tidy, without any weeds, and the road was paved with black and white stones. Lin Ke felt a little pain in his feet even wearing his shoes.
Lin Ke looked around the yard while walking. When he reached the door of Wang Lin's room, Wang Lin had already walked out with two things in her hand.
Holding an easel in one hand and a brush in the other.
The easel and pen looked new, but there were sawdust falling from the easel in Wang Lin's hand.
Wang Lin put the things under the laurel tree in the west and said, "Just sit here and paint."
Lin Ke walked over and put everything away.
"Hehe." Wang Lin approached with an evil smile on her face, which made Lin Ke feel uneasy for a moment.
She turned around and walked back to the house, placed two more things in front of Lin Ke, then clapped her hands and said, "Put this on your wrist."
Lin Ke was a little confused when he heard this, and then looked at Wang Lin.
"Just do it, then why are there so many problems?"
Wang Lin gave a lesson, then turned around, picked up the easel, and placed it on the chair.
Lin Ke looked at the box with doubtful eyes and reached out to open it. Lying inside was a yellow bracelet that looked like it was made of iron.
Lin Ke put the bracelet on his hand, but it felt cold and unchanged.
He originally thought it was very heavy and that Wang Lin was trying to train his endurance, but now it doesn't seem like it.
"Okay!" Wang Lin looked at the table in Lin Ke's hand and nodded.
She took out a piece of paper from somewhere and put it on the easel. Lin Ke saw that the paper had many densely crisscrossed grids drawn on it.
"Did you see these intersections? Click them! One stroke at a time. Click a thousand first and then call me. Before you finish clicking, your arms cannot be lower than your chest. If your arms fall, the door will be there. Do you understand?"
Wang Lin said and pointed at the door.
It was indeed training... Lin Ke nodded and picked up the pen with his right hand. He also felt that the bracelet was a little heavy.
When Wang Lin saw Lin Ke starting to take action, she turned around and went to the shop.
Lin Ke was very slow at first, but after a while Lin Ke got faster and faster...
An hour passed, and Lin Ke also stopped. Except for him, his hands were shaking and he couldn't click anymore.
This is different from splitting firewood. There is inertia to use in splitting. If you use inertia, it will not be a dot, but a vertical stroke.
"Eight hundred and ninety-nine, hold on a little longer."
I saw a trembling arm, holding a pen close to a point in the center of the drawing paper.
He didn't know that Wang Lin, who was sitting on a chair in the shop, was slightly winking.
Lin Ke clicked on the 900th point.
But he didn't stop.
"Nine hundred and one, nine hundred and two...nine hundred and twenty-seven...nine hundred and sixty-five..."
Lin Ke was already covered with sweat, and the ground was already wet with sweat.
"Nine hundred and eighty-nine."
Lin Ke let out a slight sigh of relief, but at this moment his arms began to hang down involuntarily.
But in an instant, Lin Ke stabilized his arm with force.
Say a thousand, say a thousand!
Barry is only half of 90.
Missing it once means missing it 500 times. Missing it 500 times means not doing it once. If you round up, clicking 989 times is the same as not clicking at all!
Lin Ke's right arm was slowly raised unobtrusively.
Even at such a slow speed, Lin Ke did not dare to relax in his body or mind at all. He concentrated on it and tensed up his whole body.
Lin Ke's face was already pale, either because he gritted his teeth or was overworked.
It actually took nearly five minutes to raise my arm!
Lin Ke slowly bent down, picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground with his left hand, picked it up and stuffed it between the fingers of his right hand.
His right hand slowly approached the drawing paper, and it took more than ten seconds to align it with his hand.
"Nine-nine-zero, nine-nine-one, nine-nine-two... nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety... nine!"
His left hand had clenched his fist too hard, and the fingertips had dug into his flesh.
"One thousand! Phew..."
As he exhaled a breath, he fell backwards.
Lin Ke only felt a little dark before his eyes, and then realized that he did not fall to the ground, but fell into a warm embrace.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then arched his head back with a satisfied smile on his face.
It smells so good!
Then?
The warm embrace behind him disappeared, and only a dull sound of landing was heard. As expected, Lin Ke came into close contact with the ground.
Lin Ke didn't even have the strength to scream in pain.
However, due to maintaining one movement for a long time, the right half of his body was already numb, and he slowly closed his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ke opened his eyes and found that he was still where he was.
Just as he was about to mutter something, he heard Wang Lin's voice.
"You little brat, can you sleep well? You didn't do anything good last night, did you? Look at how your arms are shaking!"
He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not in his yard.
Lin Ke looked at Wang Lin angrily and found that she was far away from him, under the tree in the west, and the sun was just shining on Wang Lin.
Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if she was about to ascend to immortality.
"What you are carrying on your hand is made of all precious metals in the world, including star tear crystals and solar iron. It is called..."
"Coiling Dragon Bracelet!"
