As expected of their master and apprentice, the two of them had the same idea. At this time, the white cat and black dog were being tortured, making screams that only animals could make.
Without stopping, the rich man cursed, "I told you to be a scoundrel and shameless. I will act on behalf of God and destroy you today."
Forgive a person who is more than a hundred years old for still being so impulsive. The rich party also lost money a few days ago, and the amount was quite large. It was almost enough to pay for his own funeral. The rich party still wanted to face it more or less. He didn't have the nerve to ask Hao Liande for the accommodation fee, air breathing fee, public security management fee and noise hazard health fee from Hao Liande. Therefore, the rich party is now very poor, and he urgently needs to recover some losses from other people, and The white cat and black dog were just the right size, so they could only feel sad. As members of the Wang family, it was their job to practice with the young master's master.
The picture must have been very bloody, and the sound gave me goosebumps. Wang Bu Shou closed the door.
Secretly entering the egg yolk pie, Zhu Wuyi said, "Master, do you have any specific requirements for Xiao Junjun's portrait?"
"Shut up, it's you who called me Xiaojunjun." Wang Bushit was very angry. Zhang Jingjun is now his girlfriend and belongs to his personal property. If possible, Wang Bushit only wants to see Zhang Jingjun's face, and everyone else should keep their eyes closed. Eye. When Zhu Wuyu said the words Xiaojunjun, Wang Busheng always felt that they were calling him Ruhua casually.
"Uh, okay." Facing a master whose strength is much stronger than his own, Xiao Zhuzhu can only restrain himself, and he can keep his love for you in his heart.
"The requirements are not high, just draw her most realistic appearance. Xiaojunjun's beauty is natural and does not require any artistic processing." Wang Bushit said.
I am very confident in Zhang Jingjun's good looks. She can blind countless people without using her beauty. She is thousands of times more beautiful than those who are fake.
"Okay," Zhu Wuyi agreed with Wang Busheng's point of view, spread out the rice paper, picked up a pen and studied ink.
Men who work hard are very handsome. Although Zhu Wuyu, who works hard, is a little worse in appearance, he still has this unique flavor. As long as you don't look at that big face, everything is still beautiful.
As art, it is not something that can be completed in three or five strokes. Seeing Zhu Wuyi working hard, Wang Busui was very pleased. Not daring to disturb, I stepped out and looked at the sky in the distance, covered with layers of dark clouds, and water droplets falling bit by bit, continuously, like the person I miss, all the time, every second.
miss someone
Thinking about her
Think of him as a family heirloom
Longing for her hug
miss someone
All the time, every second
Let’s watch the morning glow together and watch the evening tide together
Let’s talk about beautiful stories together
miss someone
Miss her beautiful face
Miss her lips
The warmth of a hug.
With a bracelet behind him, Wang Bushit looked at the sky at an angle that was most suitable for showing off. If he had another cigarette, the effect would be more obvious. After all, cigarettes can be said to be the weapon of showing off in the 21st century. They are tried and true, but how ignorant they are. Boys and girls mistook stupidity for awesomeness. Interpret arrogance as exaggeration. If I have a cigarette in my hand, I have the awesomeness.
A bolt of lightning pierced the face of the dark clouds, and heavy rain was coming. People who were running for life no longer held on, and began to close their stalls and go home. The early bird gets the worm, but the hard-working person may not, even if it is a small one. s return. Supporting a family may be just a matter of hand-to-mouth living.
An old man walked by Wang Busheng's shop. The road was probably slippery and he accidentally fell to the ground. Then he got up in a hurry, packed up his belongings, and started on the road again. It’s not that passers-by are indifferent, it’s that everyone’s lives are like this.
How many times in life is the process of falling down and getting up again. Without anyone’s support, you have to stand up with difficulty, then pick up all your belongings again and continue to move forward with a heavy load. But for some people, the burden may be too heavy, or maybe they are destined to die. It is destined that if you fall down, you will never get up again.
Some people are born as humans, but more people are born as worse than animals, but in order to survive, they still have to live strong.
Some people always want to change something, but they are small and thin and cannot carry much. Some people dream of overthrowing this cannibalistic world, and finally become practitioners of the truth. I smile to the sky from my side, go and stay. The liver and gallbladder, a pile of white bones, turned into ashes, as if the tiny ones had never been there.
People must know how to be content with the status quo, and they must also know how to endure humiliation and bear the burden. Success is not temporary, but may be accumulated over most of a lifetime. Maybe it’s an opportunity that comes in exchange for countless blood and sweat. Wait, wait, accumulate a lot of time, and soar into the sky. Of course more people fail.
No one can achieve success overnight and is born with wisdom. Even Zhu Wuyu, who is known as the son of God, only had a few days of painting skills after a long period of study. After all, those who are fatter are more suitable for art.
There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people, and everyone has a different understanding of the big star Zhang Jingjun. Some people think she is beautiful, some people like her talent, and some people like her quality of being able to stand out from the mud. It is rare that Zhang Jingjun is not entertained by the big dye vat in the entertainment industry. Some people just like her, like the girl next door. Clean and sincere smile.
The trails in the south of the Yangtze River are rainy and gloomy, and the mood of passers-by is also full of musty smell.
Returning to the shop depressed, Wang Busheng sat on a chair and closed his eyes.
Zhu Wuyi was still working hard on painting, writing furiously for a while, thinking hard for a while. As night fell, Zhu Wuyi finally completed his painting. Zhu Wuyi was in a state as if he had smoked a cigarette, looking tired but very satisfied.
"Master, Master" Zhu Wuyi couldn't wait to wake up Wang Busheng from his sleep. "The painting is finished, the painting is finished"
Wang Bu Shou hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, just a minute." In the dream, Wang Busheng was doing something shameless with the two sisters Zhang Jingjun and Zhang Jinghui. It would be over soon, just a little bit.
Returning to the dreamland again, "Okay, I can't catch up with the dream." He opened his eyes regretfully and looked at Zhu Wuyu with displeasure, his eyes were scary.
Zhu Wuyu was startled, and his body instinctively took a step back, "Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you rolling your eyes? Wait a minute and I'll call Miss Jinghao for you."
"Come back, she's not sick or in trouble. Why do you call her? You have a lot of money." Wang Busheng called back to Zhu Wuyi. Recently, Xiaonizi has been obsessed with money. She has to collect money even if she feels her pulse. Jinghao has successfully become the most unlucky person in the Wang family. Welcome people.
"Are you ready to draw?"
"Master, look," Zhu Wuyu proudly picked up the painting and placed it in front of Wang Busheng.
I saw a portrait of a character reflected in Wang Busheng's eyes. The ink brush strokes flowed around his fingertips like flowing clouds and flowing water. The lines are simple and lifelike. Zhu Wuyu used both his pen and his heart.
Zhang Jingjun's eyes are big and bright, and her skin is smooth, seeming to radiate a captivating light even in the portrait. The lips are lightly raised, the red lips give people countless temptations, the pointed chin is slightly raised, how can a thousand words express Zhang Jingjun's beauty.
Wang Bushi couldn't help but praise, "Not bad, not bad."
"Haha, Master also thinks it looks good, so I just drew it randomly. I didn't expect it to be so successful." Zhu Wuyu accepted Master's praise with a smile.
But looking further down, Wang Busheng's mood was not good. Why was Zhang Jingjun's belly bulging, as if she was pregnant. Pointing at Zhang Jingjun's lower abdomen, Wang Bushit asked, "What does this mean?"
"My little belly." Zhu Wuyu put away his smile and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
"Why do I have a small belly?" My little Junjun has a perfect body shape, and it is impossible to have a small belly.
"Master, I think Xiaojun," Zhu Wuyu said hastily, "Miss Zhang is perfect. There is no fault in her body. It's just that I think she is a little thin and lacks the feeling of charm."
"Fart, you illiterate, your charm is still talking about women, you idiot", Wang Busheng was furious. Zhang Jingjun with a small belly is still his own little Junjun. If he has a small belly, he can only give birth to himself. What comes after the kids.
"Master, you are wrong. A perfect person must have a small belly. For example, your apprentice and me. Oh, Master, please speak up and don't do anything. Oh, don't slap me in the face. I will change it. Is it okay for me to change it?"
"You bitch, don't insult my little Junjun with your aesthetic sense,"
Despite all the reluctance in my heart, my body still obeyed and laid the paper again and started painting again.
"I haven't used force for a long time. I have to force my master to be rude." Sitting down again, Wang Bushit continued, "I want you to paint. The face is just like that, but you have to close your eyes and hold our product in your hand." , jelly beans, sesame balls, egg yolk pie Yuhuang cake, anything will do,"
"Uh, Master, what are you doing?"
Wang Bushi said confidently, "Let's advertise and promote our products. Otherwise, if we expect you to find a way, we will all drink from the northwest wind."
"I'm using Ms. Zhang for advertising, does she know?" Zhu Wuyu asked curiously, "As far as I know, Ms. Zhang never accepts advertisements. She is afraid of misleading consumers."
"It's okay, she will probably agree." Wang Bushu was not sure, but he believed in their love.
"Okay, master is looking for death, the worst he can do is dig a hole for himself."
Although there is no such thing as portrait rights in this era, you'd better not offend powerful people easily, especially if you paint their portraits everywhere. Zhang Jingjun is rich, and the fans behind her are also very powerful. , if Zhang Jingjun knows about this and says that she has never accepted this advertisement, then the ending of her master is certain, and she will be played to death by angry fans in various ways.
Wang Busheng continued, "Just draw a bust, and draw all our products around her. Remember that the products must be artistically processed, and they must look good and taste delicious."
"Master, how about I put a few drops of saliva on the corner of Miss Zhang's mouth?" Zhu Wuyu asked in a low voice. Naturally, he would drool because it tasted delicious. He had always been like this.
"If you miss, you can try." Wang Bushi did not allow any actions or words that insulted his goddess to appear in front of him.
"Well, okay, it's better to die than to live. Only when you are alive can you eat," Zhu Wuyu decisively put away his thoughts.
After polishing the brush for the first time, he also lost some time for conception, so Zhu Wuqi painted very quickly this time.
"Master, look at it and don't do anything. I'll change it if it's inappropriate." He put down the painting, and then took three steps back.
Ignoring Zhu Wuyi, who was as timid as a mouse, Wang Busheng looked at the painting carefully. On the whole, Wang Busui is very satisfied with this painting. Of course, it is estimated that very few people know this secret. In all the pictures of Zhang Jingjun that have been circulated outside, including her portfolio, concerts and movies, Zhang Jingjun’s face is not that real. It's the result of the special makeup, which makes her look like her at most. This is why Wang Busheng was not willing to recognize his goddess when he saw her for the first time.
Being a star is not easy. There are cute fans and shameless paparazzi everywhere. Many stars don’t like their private lives to be disturbed, so they will choose to wear masks when traveling. Moreover, the Ming Empire’s disguise technology It's still very developed, comparable to face-changing,
As the second young lady of a British public family, Zhang Jingjun's status is even more special, so wearing a hijab and a mask when traveling to perform is a necessary choice.
The painting painted by Zhu Wuyu is also the image circulated by Zhang Jingjun.
Looking at this painting, I think it would be great as a postcard, but it seems a bit poor as a snack advertisement.
Wang Bushi thought for a while and wrote, "Zhang Jingjun said the food is delicious."
The pen moves the dragon and the snake, and the wood is three points deep. I have to say that Wang Busheng's calligraphy and Zhu Wuyi's paintings should be a strong alliance.
Put pen to paper, it's done, it will be much more harmonious.
After knocking on the table, Wang Bushit ordered, "Take it back and draw 10,000 more copies. I'll take it tomorrow."
"Pfft!" Zhu Wuyi knelt down and said, "Ten thousand copies."
