It was already late when Lu Weiguo and Shi Tingyu returned home, and they worked together to cook a simple meal.
Shi Tingyu looked at the already darkening sky and said, "Sorry, I'll finish work early."
I just started painting today, and I lost track of time when I got carried away.
Lu Weiguo said: "It's okay. You're quite busy during this period. I'm here to cook these days. If it's not possible, I can just bring food from the cafeteria."
Shi Tingyu had no objection to this.
Her current task is also quite heavy.
Fortunately, it will be good if I have been busy for this month.
After eating and digesting, Shi Tingyu planned to wash his hair.
Lu Weiguo took a look at her hair and said, "I'll wash it for you."
Shi Tingyu paused while combing her hair. She turned her head and looked at her hair in the mirror. Some paint was stained on the side and back. It was not easy for her to see this. It would be better to have someone help her.
So Shi Tingyu moved a small horse and sat down by the well.
Lu Weiguo took down the kettle that was placed on the coal stove. It was filled with hot water, which he would mix with water from the pressurized well to wash his hair.
Shi Tingyu bent over, pulled her hair forward and put it into a basin mixed with water.
Lu Weiguo used his fingers as a comb and smoothed it down from the root of her hair.
The texture of the hair was indescribably soft and smooth, and he couldn't put it down.
Seeing Lu Weiguo trying to get the washing powder, Shi Tingyu quickly stopped him.
"Don't use washing powder, it will damage your hair."
After Lu Weiguo heard this, he put down the washing powder and thought for a while, then turned around to get the soap. Shi Tingyu also pressed down the soap, "There is some spare soap water boiled in the room where I take a bath. Use that to wash."
Shi Tingyu remembered that there was no shampoo yet, and it seemed that the earliest shampoo would not be available for another two years.
Nowadays, everyone uses soap locust or plant ash precipitated water to wash their hair, some also use washing powder, and more advanced people may use soap.
Shi Tingyu was quite diligent in washing her hair, so she boiled the soap locust in space water and put it in a basin for later use, so as not to have to do it again every time.
Lu Weiguo helped her smooth her hair and went to the room to scoop up some soapy water.
Because Lu Weiguo was tall and Shi Tingyu was sitting down, he looked suffocated.
After helping Shi Tingyu wash his hair, he was even more sweaty.
The bad thing about this era is that production technology cannot keep up, and many things used by later generations have not yet appeared, causing a lot of inconvenience in life.
Seeing that Lu Weiguo's hair was a little damp with sweat, Shi Tingyu said while there was still hot water in the kettle, "How about I wash your hair too?"
Hope flashed in Lu Weiguo's eyes, but he soon hesitated, "Would you be too tired?"
"It's okay, you can wash it off quickly."
Lu Weiguo, who didn't really want to struggle, just lay down with these words.
Shi Tingyu wrapped her hair in a towel and pulled Lu Weiguo to bend down.
Lu Weiguo's hair was medium-sized and washed quickly, so she didn't let him sit down and just stood and bent over to wash it.
Shi Tingyu's years of experience in shampooing and massaging the scalp came in handy at this time.
Before time travel, she took great care of her hair. She usually washed her hair and paid attention to its maintenance, and often massaged her scalp.
She wet Lu Weiguo's hair, added soapy water, gently massaged his scalp with her fingertips, and asked, "This guest, is this strength okay?"
Lu Weiguo froze and almost couldn't answer the question.
After a while, he said, "Well, it's quite, quite comfortable."
But isn't it comfortable? My scalp feels numb.
I usually feel nothing when I wash my hair, but it changes when I change my hair.
He only felt that her hands were tender.
When you rub it on your scalp, it is indescribably gentle and delicate.
He suddenly felt like pressing her hand and rubbing it twice.
By the time Lu Weiguo's hair was washed, his face was already red.
Shi Tingyu asked doubtfully: "Is it because you have been bending down for a long time and your head is congested?"
Lu Weiguo was silent. Is there another more romantic possibility between them?
…
The days passed so plainly and warmly.
Shi Tingyu is fighting against the wall every day.
The effect is also very obvious.
I couldn't see why before, but now the pattern has appeared.
Now more and more people are watching in front of the wall painting.
There are also young soldiers who have been trained in the camp and like to come here to watch.
Looking at the completed painting, everyone was shocked and could not calm down for a long time.
Especially the red flag. I don’t know how they painted it. The red flag was flying and actually separated from the wall.
It's not right to say that, but it looks like a real red flag is flying. It's obviously painted on the wall, but the red flag seems to come out of the wall.
There are also those children, drawn sideways and running forward.
But it had the same effect as the red flag. Their feet seemed to be separated from the wall, and one foot seemed to have stepped on the ground outside the wall.
Shi Tingyu's paintings are coherent. The children grow up slowly from being immature when they first enter the school, and finally grow into a soldier wearing a military uniform.
The portrait of the soldier was the most shocking to the onlookers.
His whole body seemed to have escaped from the shackles of the wall. The wall behind was damaged. In the damaged areas, behind the soldiers, there was a sky full of artillery fire.
The face of the soldier in the painting cannot be seen clearly. His face is stained with ash, his eyebrows are hidden under his military cap, and only his strong and angular chin is exposed.
He is running, and the entire movement of his hands, legs, and waist is smooth and powerful.
Some soldiers reached out and touched the broken wall without belief. Only after touching it did they realize that the wall was broken, and the broken appearance was also painted.
At this moment, everyone had a deeper understanding of Shi Tingyu's painting techniques.
Just imagine, who can destroy a good wall without any sense of violation?
If they hadn't touched it, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference visually.
Shi Tingyu was now used to being watched.
The painting of the soldier was something she just completed today.
She was very happy with it.
Looking at that figure, her eyebrows softened.
Now only the Chinese dragon that penetrates the entire wall is left unfinished.
When she first painted it, she thought about using a dragon to run through the entire wall. The first bucket of paint she poured was the color of the dragon.
Changing the brush again, Shi Tingyu began to paint the dragon in detail.
At this time, everyone was looking up at her.
From the chaotic splashing of paint at the beginning to the paintings that almost break the wall, it is like a god-like leap.
When Lu Weiguo came over again, he found that his wife had not collected the pen yet.
"Why is it so late today?" Lu Weiguo came to Shi Tingyu and helped her remove the caked paint from her hair bit by bit.
Since finishing work late on the first day, Shi Tingyu hasn't gone back so late for a long time.
Shi Tingyu put down her paintbrush, took Lu Weiguo's hand and came to the soldier she painted.
Lu Weiguo came here for the second time except once on the first day.
He heard the soldiers around him discuss the wall paintings painted by his wife.
In their mouths, her daughter-in-law can be called Ma Liang, the magic pen of modern times.
He was secretly proud after hearing this.
But he didn't know what the wall painting would look like after it was completed.
Just now, he was only looking for his wife and didn't take a closer look at the paintings on the wall. Now that he looked over, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.
But when he saw the soldier with the flames blazing into the sky behind him, he always felt a little familiar.
Shi Tingyu said: "I drew this based on your image."
