After walking for a long time, I finally recovered from the shock.
When I saw the lush green trees all over the mountains and plains in front of me, I had an unreal feeling, as if the world I lived in shouldn't even exist. Because in just a few days, I felt that what I had experienced was too ridiculous and bizarre!
Let me tell you, so the proprietress of the noodle shop is actually the painter who "remodelled" my grandfather?
Wasn't the last question Wu Tinghan asked just to prove this point?
But she shook her head firmly and said, I don't know who it was that gave your grandfather a makeover, but she must have been the one who patched up your grandfather's face over the past few decades.
No wonder no wonder…
If that were the case, then a lot of things would make sense.
Why does my grandpa go to that noodle shop every once in a while? Why does he not eat noodle every time, but sits behind me and waits quietly for me to finish eating? In fact, he is taking advantage of this period. Time, let the boss lady add some traces of time to his face!
Although Mr. Wang once said that drawing paper will gradually show its age after years of erosion. But drawing paper is drawing paper after all, how can it be exactly the same as a human face? At this time, a painter is needed to handle some details to make it more realistic.
sharp!
All I can say is awesome!
Wu Tinghan was able to reveal the identity that the landlady had hidden for decades with just a bowl of rice noodles. Could this kind of ability really be honed through experience? Why don't I believe it at all?
Mr. Wang is older than Wu Tinghan and has experienced more things than Wu Tinghan. Why didn't he discover the identity of the lady who owned the noodle shop? Otherwise, before I leave the village, he will definitely tell me to take refuge with the landlady when I encounter danger.
But he didn't, which means he knew nothing about the identity of the proprietress!
So in my opinion, Wu Tinghan's ability and talent must be higher than his acquired hard work.
Wu Tinghan said that it had nothing to do with talent, it was just about specialization in the art.
I glanced at Wu Tinghan and realized that I forgot to lower my head again, MMP! It feels so uncomfortable to have someone peek into your inner thoughts! ----When I think about this place, I keep my head down, otherwise I am afraid that Wu Tinghan will dump me in the deserted mountains!
I asked her, tell me, how do you say this?
She said that Wang Minghua was not a painter and did not understand the skills of a painter. He thought that a piece of painting paper would slowly age like a human face after being eroded by time. But in fact, the aging rate of drawing paper is much slower than that of human faces. If there is no intervention by the painter, let alone fifty-five years, I am afraid that your grandfather will still be the same as before in five hundred years.
I understand this. After all, drawing paper is not ordinary paper. It must be more durable than ordinary paper. Just like ancient paintings in the past, even without special treatment, there is still no problem in preserving them for hundreds or thousands of years.
I asked, since the aging speed of drawing paper is so slow, why did the painter not use ordinary paper to remodel my grandfather's face?
Wu Tinghan cast a contemptuous look and explained, why do you use an ax to chop down a tree instead of hitting it with a stone?
Let me tell you, if the tool is not handy, the effect will be...
Before I finished speaking, I knew what Wu Tinghan wanted to express. What she means is that if you use ordinary drawing paper, you may not be able to achieve the transformation effect.
So this is really a professional issue for painters. It is understandable that Mr. Wang can't understand it. Because he may be thinking the same thing as me, he is also looking for a kind of paper that ages at the same speed as a human face, and it can be completely flawless.
After walking for a while, I suddenly thought of a question, so I asked Wu Tinghan, do you painters need to use craftsmanship when repairing painting paper?
Wu Tinghan said, I know what you want to ask, and this is also where I am confused. The boss lady obviously has no craftsmanship in her whole body. How on earth did she mend your grandfather's paper face?
Let me ask, is there someone else behind her?
Wu Tinghan said that he didn't know for the time being, but these are not what we should pay attention to at the moment. After all, as long as they are not hostile to us.
I nodded in agreement.
She suddenly sighed and said with emotion, "A small rice noodle shop only hides such a great god, but I don't know how many unknown secrets this ghost place like you has hidden." If he was still the same as before, he shouldn't be in such a mess, right?
I don't know why Wu Tinghan suddenly expressed such emotion, but I can hear a trace of sadness in her emotion.
I knew that the him she was talking about was Zhang Hazi.
Although I have never seen Zhang Hazi actually take action, from the words of Mr. Wang and her Wu Tinghan, I can imagine that the person who could control the entire circle of craftsmen with just one person's power was definitely a high-spirited person back then. Fenghua, scolding Fang Qiu to guide the country.
I don’t know if he can still recover his craftsmanship. If he can, I really hope to give him my luck and let him return to the top of the craftsmanship - but when I think about this little luck in me, In Zhang Hazi's eyes, it was nothing, so I stopped eating immediately.
Looking at Wu Tinghan walking away, I shrugged with difficulty and shook the backpack on my shoulders upwards in exchange for a moment of rest on my shoulders - it was too heavy. Girl, why do you bring so many things when you go out? I don’t see her wearing makeup.
After my previous experience, I have now learned to keep my head down whenever I have these thoughts of criticizing Wu Tinghan in my mind.
But I lowered my head and hadn't walked far when my head hit something semi-soft. When I looked up, I realized it was Wu Tinghan's back--she was actually not as tall as me, it was just my back. It was too heavy and bent her waist, and because she lowered her head, it bumped into her back—well, she was indeed quite tall.
But, he was walking smoothly, why did he stop?
After I said sorry, I took a step to the side, and then I saw a coffin lying horizontally on the mountain road not far away. Half of it was sunk into the mountain on the roadside, and the other half sealed the mountain road tightly.
Looking at the size of the coffin, it is the upper body that is exposed. If you want to pass this coffin, you must climb over it or choose another way.
But that's not the point. The point is that there is a paper figure standing behind the coffin, wearing colorful clothes, with a pink face, his eyes fixed on the front, his hands raised above his head, and in his palms, he is holding a tablet, because It's quite far away, so I can't see whose name is written clearly.
Let me tell you, when I went to Laosicheng, there was no such coffin.
Wu Tinghan said, I didn't see it when I chased it last night. It should have just been moved here.
I looked at the road behind me and was extremely surprised. Did this bitch chase me here last night? This time, if you just run, it will take at least two hours!
Recall that we checked in at around ten o'clock last night, and it was around one o'clock in the morning when I saw Wu Tinghan again. At that time, she was sweating profusely. Calculating the time, it was not long after Wu Tinghan went upstairs that she was knocked. The sound of the door led him out!
This girl, is her body made of iron? Is it worth working so hard for someone you don’t know?
I don’t know why, but under the bright sun, my mouth is extremely dry, but my eyes are a little wet.
Thank you.
I whispered to Wu Tinghan, not pretentiously, but from the bottom of my heart.
But she didn't even bother to ask me why I wanted to thank her all of a sudden, she just raised her leg and kicked me in the leg, and at the same time lightly shouted, "Get out of here!"
Damn it, you can't find a boyfriend if you're so violent! I want to take back my thank you!
Wu Tinghan didn't even bother with my silent resistance. After the kick, she stepped forward, and the red-headed paintbrush appeared in her left hand.
I was kicked to the ground by her. When I saw her moving forward, I immediately got up and followed her. I asked her carefully, what kind of battle was this?
She snorted coldly and said, what kind of battle could it be? She wanted to give me a showdown so that I could turn around as soon as possible.
I thought about how exhausted she was last night, and how hard it had been along the way, and I suddenly couldn't bear it. I said, "Why don't you go back, and I'll go back to the village by myself. At worst, my life will be lost, and I'll let the old carpenter and Other craftsmen should not embarrass Mr. Wang and the villagers.
She looked at me very disdainfully and said, if what you say works, I will look back now. I'm just afraid that you will die, and Wang Minghua, who overestimates his own abilities, will not survive. I'm afraid that the villagers will suffer even more.
Okay, I'm just being sentimental. Wu Tinghan's willingness to come to our village was not for me. Her purpose was for those innocent people.
Let me tell you, what should I do? Climb over, or go around?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, wouldn't that be just what the other party wanted? Since the other party wants to block my way, I will go through this road!
That sounds nice, but the coffin has blocked the road, how can you leave? Is it possible that your body can also pass through walls with a swish?
She did not speak, but raised her left hand and gently swirled the red-headed paintbrush on her hair. A hair was broken by her, and then she saw a flick of her wrist, and a green fire seemed to emit from the tip of the pen. In an instant, that trace of beauty was burned to the point where not even ashes were left.
After doing this, Wu Tinghan stepped forward, one step at a time, walking very solemnly and slowly, as if he was carrying a thousand kilograms of weight.
I was very puzzled as I followed her, because I didn't feel any weight at all - except the weight of the backpack.
When he was almost in front of the coffin, Wu Tinghan didn't look back, but said to me, "Stand there and don't move."
I stood still as instructed, and then watched her continue walking forward for seven or eight steps, and stopped just in front of the coffin. I saw her right hand lightly touching the red pen tip, and then slapped the head and side of the coffin. .
There was only a "crash" sound, and the huge coffins were all plunged into the mountain without any pause in the middle. It was so smooth that it was unbelievable!
Is that human being?
Is this still a woman?
Her strange power is even better than that of Mr. Wang!
What about the one who said he has a simple mind and only has well-developed limbs? How come these craftsmen all have such meticulous minds and so well-developed limbs? Do you want to leave a way for ordinary people like us to survive?
After all the coffins sank into the mountain, I saw the paper man standing there, and a flame instantly burst out from the soles of his feet. It was so burned that it couldn't stand steadily, and it smashed straight towards Wu Tinghan.
If I were in this situation, I would definitely take a step or two back, but Wu Tinghan wouldn't. Instead, he kicked the paper man with his foot, sending it flying back several feet.
After falling over, the paper figure was instantly engulfed in flames. When the flames burned the corners of its mouth, I clearly saw a smile on its lips!
Wu Tinghan just snorted coldly when he saw this, walked over and picked up the unburned tablet, and said disdainfully, at this level, you still want to set up a tablet for me?
But when she picked up the tablet and turned it over to look at it, the tablet crashed and fell back to the ground instantly, as if the tablet was very hot to the touch.
Seeing her like this, I hurried over and asked her, what's wrong?
She looked at me with a frown, then pointed to the tablet and said, I have been tricked.
I thought something had happened to her, so I hurriedly picked up the tablet on the ground. After turning it over and looking at it, I was instantly dumbfounded - the name written on the tablet was her name Wu Tinghan, and it was clearly my name Chen. Temple Qing’s spiritual position!
