The next day, the clergy of the Universal Church in Zanc City announced that the dome of St. Felipe Cathedral would be painted with murals, so it has not been open to the public for the past half month.
This should have been explained by Elder Riya yesterday.
For Universalists, this is something new. In fact, if we didn't mention it specifically, everyone would almost forget that the dome on the church was still empty.
Why did you suddenly remember to find a painter to fill in the dome? These believers who were blocked from the door could not help but feel such surprise in their hearts.
The young ecumenical priests explained apologetically that the priests had found a suitable painter. They could only ask everyone to be more patient in the past half month and get the work done by two other smaller ecumenical churches in the city. It’s time to pray.
These believers who came out of excitement had no choice but to return, but everyone was still full of interest in the dome paintings in the cathedral.
And Alvin, who was busy working inside, was sketching a rough draft on the dome. Unlike ordinary painters, he didn't need any scaffolding to climb so high. A simple levitation technique allowed him to float in mid-air.
Onian was sitting on the bench below. She looked at the smile on Alvin's face that was immersed in creation, and couldn't help but feel happy for him.
The two came early in the morning. To be precise, she was dragged here by Alvin.
So at this moment, this beauty still has a hint of sleepiness on her face, and she even yawns or two from time to time.
"Ultramarine." Alvin's voice came from above, which is the name of a pigment.
Onian didn't even raise her eyes. She pointed a little, and a can of paint flew out of the painting box. After drawing an arc, it flew around Alvin and stopped just short of it.
I bet she was hired as an assistant by our great painter. No wonder she has a lazy and sleepy look on her face. If the average woman is described as sleepy-eyed, if it were her, it would be described as charming and blurred.
The incomprehensible morning sunlight shone directly through the colorful glass windows unique to the church, casting a layer of halo on her cascading hair. She smoothed her long hair in annoyance and saw no one around, so She changed to a rather loose posture and sat leaning on it, with her elbows casually resting on the back of the chair. If she wasn't a girl, she would look like a young aristocratic man who doesn't follow etiquette. This is incompatible with her usual dignified image. Quite inconsistent.
She raised her head and looked at Alvin on the dome, feeling funny in her heart, "I have never seen him so attentive."
For no reason, she suddenly felt a sense of loneliness in her heart. She didn't know why, but she lived in loneliness.
At this time, Alvin, who was floating in the air, frowned. Instead of rushing to write and lay out the background, he took two steps back, dropped half a body, looked left and right, and repeatedly considered the draft. Composition proportions. After all, the dome is quite wide, much larger than those giant oil paintings in the palace.
With such a large format, proportion is the most likely problem. So on this point, Alvin invested a lot of time and did not dare to be careless at all. After all, he hadn't painted seriously for many years, so he was still a little uncomfortable taking over such a large project. Even though he is extremely talented, he is not allowed to be lazy in composition, where every painter has to work hard.
But for people like Alvin, the more challenging things they encounter, the more excited they can be and the more they can force themselves to focus.
Ordinary painters may just struggle with technique and inspiration, but Alvin has to struggle with his own upper limit. At the same time, he also has to take care of his disabled right hand.
After he checked it repeatedly and felt that there was no problem, he was ready to use paint to open up the relationship between light and dark.
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But when he saw the can of paint parked around him, he became furious.
It turns out that Onian really just "threw it out", and what she threw up was actually a can of olive green paint.
Alvin wanted to complain to the people below, but he was stunned by the woman with bright eyes.
From such a distance, he could see the light between her eyelashes illuminated by the morning light, and her gentle voice, like a wisp of breeze, whispered:
Jiangshan laughs at me for being too crazy
Can't see through the blooming flowers and the short-lived flowers in the pan
That cup of mirror-like flowers and moonlight splashes with time
There is no frost on the temples, recalling the past
Wearing embroidery, mountains and rivers as robes, just a flirtatious glance
Hee, conspiracy, conspiracy, how can it reach me, brush your shoulders
However, I wake up from my dream in Beijing, my tears are still sweet
Old friends from home and country meet in dreams
laugh
Old friends from home and country meet in dreams
(sigh)
Traveling thousands of miles alone, feeling alone and at ease
No one knows me, feel free and happy
Fly camp dog dog wave his sleeves
The so-called gods are far away in the sky
Who and I burn the sky and the sea
. . .
When Onian hummed "Far Away," she raised her finger and tapped the dome behind Alvin, with a playful and scornful smile on her lips.
Her despicable direction has gone a long way.
Alvin looked at her and smiled. There was a bit of bitterness in the smile, and he sighed in his heart: "Yes, we are old friends from home and country, we meet in dreams. But you are so cool and unrestrained, just wave a wave." That’s all for the sleeves.”
He didn't expect that she would improvise lyrics at this moment and hum the tune. More importantly, she would use such an "uninhibited" posture. This sitting posture reminded him of the four naughty teenagers in Salyuhi in the past. "It's only when we went to church that we would pose like this."
"It turns out she still has such a side." Alvin sighed inwardly.
Perhaps even Onian herself was surprised that she didn't care about other people's opinions when she felt comfortable.
Speaking of others, I refer to the elder Riya waiting at the side door and a young man beside him. The two have been standing there for a while.
With Onian's cultivation level, she had naturally noticed it a long time ago, but she just acted on a whim and didn't want to interrupt her emotions.
Whether it was out of politeness or because he was intoxicated by the singing, Riya and the others stood there listening and did not come to interrupt.
Originally, Onian was not singing seriously. It was just that the words were gentle and moving but also carried a majestic and unruly nature. In addition, the church hall was very empty, and every sound was reverberated, so it was heard inside. On the other hand, it seems like a unique song, or a unique monologue.
Onian composed a song based on his past life. The ups and downs of life are unpredictable, so the song is hard to distinguish between sadness and joy. It sounds like anger, disdain, ridicule, pursuit, or sadness. The meaning in it is complicated and difficult to understand.
In just a few sentences, people are deeply involved.
People can't help but ask, what has this girl gone through to be able to sing such lyrics and music?
When the singing here stopped, Alvin saw that Riya wanted to come over to talk, so he dropped down from above.
Onian, on the other hand, returned to her usual reserved and decent demeanor in the blink of an eye, and stood up unhurriedly, with a breezy smile on her face, as if the song she just sang was not coming from her throat. generally.
Only she knew that the sparkle in her eyes was not just because she hadn't woken up.
In fact, just now Riya and this young man
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You can see O'Nian's back in the distance, but after listening to this song, the two of them subconsciously forgot about her exaggerated sitting posture just now.
"Sir Alvin, I'm really sorry for disturbing you." Elder Riya said apologetically, and then introduced the man next to him, "This is His Highness Rusty."
"Hey, Elder Ria, please don't call me that, Your Highness. You know, I have always been disgusted with this kind of address." The young man interrupted with a smile, and then looked seriously at Alvin and Onian. He introduced himself, "I, Rusty Philodi, have the honor to meet you two."
"Alvin Felie." Alvin smiled and met Rusty's gaze, then introduced Onian beside him, "This is my wife."
Rusty carefully looked at the man and woman in front of him, feeling surprised and asked in disbelief: "Mr. Alvin, are you a...painter?"
After Rusty finished speaking, he glanced at Riya next to him, and obviously asked the question to Riya again with his eyes.
Obviously, Rusty didn't think that a person as handsome as Alvin could be as simple as a painter. What's more, how could an ordinary painter marry such a wife?
Although Ria knew that Alvin had a background, Alvin's current identity was that of a painter hired by the church, so he was a little embarrassed for a while and didn't know how to answer.
Elder Riya glanced at Alvin, considered it, and then said to Rusty: "Your Excellency Alvin is indeed helping our church complete this dome painting."
Hearing Elder Ria say this, Rusty had to reluctantly accept the answer.
Alvin and Onian beside him looked at each other teasingly, showing quite a tacit understanding.
However, Alvin still carefully captured the sparkle between the girl's eyelashes, but in front of outsiders, he couldn't express his distress.
The interaction between the two people's eyes was clearly seen by Rusty. Like most men, he took the opportunity to steal a few glances at Onian. After all, he had never seen such a beautiful and charming girl.
When he heard the singing just now, it aroused his heart and wanted to come over to find out. If Riya hadn't been watching, he would have come over and started a rude conversation.
When Alvin introduced that this was his wife, Rusty still showed a bit of regret, but the fire in his heart could not be calmed down so easily. But when he saw the rhythm between Alvin and Onian's eyebrows, he actually felt a hint of inferiority in his heart.
How could Alvin not notice Rusty's eyes? It's just that he was already used to the gaze directed at Onian. If he really wanted to pursue the case, he might have to kill most of the men in the world. Just fine. He doesn't have the ability or energy to do this now, so he can only let them watch. At least Mr. Rusty was very restrained and only peeked at him once or twice.
"Rusty Philodi... Philodi should be the Philodi family from Tilea City that Zhang Hao mentioned." Alvin thought to himself.
In Alvin's opinion, anyone of Riya's level would be able to receive someone, and that person must be a respectable person. It can be seen that this Rusty should have quite a status in the Philodi family.
Anyway, he determined that the status of the elders in the church was much higher than that of the serving priests.
In fact, in Elder Ria's heart, both Alvin and Rusty were very important, otherwise the retired priest would not have specially introduced the two to meet.
Even after listening to a song like Onian's, Elder Riya seemed to be more interested in Alvin.
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