Painter

The [-]-hour bondage made Ning Baiqian suffer a lot, and the subsequent symptoms similar to acclimatization and long-term inability to sleep cost him half his life.

The sound of chopping and grinding outside stopped abruptly, and then the door was pushed open from the outside, accompanied by a strange cry of "squeak."Ning Baiqian was leaning on the edge of the wooden table with his back arched, his head buried deeply, and his back was trembling slightly.

It was Li Yuan, the owner of the house, who came in, wearing a blue-gray brown jacket with a collar on the right lapel, but there was no middle seam.Stepping on black cloth boots, some new wood shavings were stained on the upper, dotted with golden stars.Seeing Ning Baiqian, Li Yuan strode away, hurried over to hold his arm, and handed him the things in his hand.

It is a stick.It is darker than the sawdust on Li Yuan's shoes, and has spiral patterns.The edges are rough and untidy, and there are broken marks cut by a knife on the sides. The edges are not round or square.If it weren't for the curved top, which is just enough for people to hold, it would be impossible to tell that this is a walking stick for people to walk.

"I made it according to the length you said, and try to see if it's smooth. You use it for the time being, and when I loosen up, I'll ask the village head craftsman to get you a good one." Li Yuan's eyes touched the rough wooden stick , explained with some embarrassment, "In Huaiyuan, the wood in Qiaoze Mountain in Fanxi is the hardest, so it's really not easy to cut."

Ning Baiqian held the wooden stick, the short wooden spikes poked in the palm of his hand, itching a bit.The stick is not straight, and has an invisible arc at the end.The weight is also far more than the carbon fiber I used before, and there is no anti-slip pad at the bottom, so it is quite difficult to walk.But talking is better than nothing, at this moment Ning Baiqian, even if he was given a tree branch, he would be satisfied.

"It's good enough to let me walk around by myself, thank you." Bai Qian has never been a greedy person, and he knows how to repay kindness best.The man in front of him rescued him who was unconscious and came back, put him full of doubts at home without warning, and took good care of him. This kindness is beyond the sky.

Bai Qian walked back and forth twice in the dark room, and his bones became a little more flexible after lying down for three days.Li Yuan spread out his blue cloth on the wooden table, and when Bai Qian turned around, he had already started to grind ink.The aroma of ink gradually dispersed in the air and filled the nostrils, like an invisible hand strangling the throat.

Bai Qian admitted that he was nervous, and he was afraid from the bottom of his heart about the scene that would appear next.

He lived in this strange world for three days, or only three days.No matter how clear you are intellectually, you cannot fully accept the status quo emotionally.Lying on the narrow wooden bed at night, looking at the beams hidden in the shadows, Bai Qian would feel that this is actually still a follow-up game planned by the group of teenagers who kidnapped him, just to tease him.

However, he saw Li Yuan's "painting" scene two days ago, so he had to force himself to believe that he had really time-traveled.

We have come to a world where "painting" is the most important thing.

Now Li Yuan is going to "paint" again.Bai Qian walked slowly across the table and sat down, pursing his lips and not making a sound.The painter cannot stop in the process of painting, otherwise the previous pen will be in vain.Li Yuan swiped his brush intently, and the thick black ink smudged on the canvas.Draw out the small patterns on the edge, pause the tip of the pen for a while, and finally add a stroke.Li Yuan put the pen on the shelf, stood in front of the table, and waited quietly.

But in the blink of an eye, something suddenly appeared on the flat green cloth.It is a flannelette of round black blue, with concave dark lines on the surface.Bigger than a fist, cylindrical and thick.Li Yuan picked up the things, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.

Bai Qian was still staring at Li Yuan's piece of blue cloth, the ink stains where he wrote before had disappeared, leaving only the fragrance of ink floating in the air.It was also the same a few times before, Li Yuan sketched on the cloth, and then clothes, shoes and hats appeared.Seeing this scene again, Bai Qian was still so shocked that Li Yuan called him many times before he came back to his senses.

"what?"

"Give me the cane."

Bai Qian followed his gaze, only to realize that he was tightly gripping the handle of the wooden staff, with too much force, his knuckles were blue and white.Quickly relaxing his fingers, Bai Qian handed the stick to Li Yuan, and then hid his red palm.

Li Yuan put the cotton bucket he had just drawn on the handle of the wooden stick, and said with a naive smile: "It will be more comfortable this way. I'm not good at drawing utensils, but clothes are barely usable. I'll go and give it to Wang later." The craftsman sent a set of winter clothes, and asked him to draw a good walking stick for you."

The caring side of a rugged guy can easily hit people's hearts.In fact, if you think about it carefully, this man with a fierce and strong appearance has remained considerate and soft since the beginning.Bai Qian picked up the stick again and tried it again, and said with a smile, "This is enough. It's very soft, and it will be warm in winter."

Li Yuan folded the piece of green cloth, put it in the stone box and locked it, turned his back to Bai Qian and asked, "You were so focused just now, what were you looking at?"

Bai Qian was slightly stunned, before he could answer, Li Yuan had already turned around and asked, "Do you want to try too?"

Can I do it myself?Still painting for a living in this bizarre world?

Over there, Li Yuan took a cloth towel from the box in the corner and put it on the table. After changing the water in the inkstone, he grinded the ink again.Holding the painted fabric, Bai Qian sat down in front of the table full of apprehension.The wooden table has also been used for a long time, and there are many stains hidden in the gaps. The tabletop is always greasy, and it looks like it can't be wiped clean. There are faint ink stains from overturning.

The white premise pen stayed in the air for a while, his wrist shook uncontrollably, and the ink from the pen tip flowed down.Stained a cloth towel.

Li Yuan took the pen from his hand, supported his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Qian shook his head: "I'm a little tired, it's nothing, it's probably because I'm not used to it."

"Then what are you used to?"

As soon as these words came out, Bai Qian's spirit immediately tensed up.I don't know if it's because Li Yuan has rough lines and never realized it, or he is too sharp and deliberately avoids topics that embarrass him.After three days of getting along with each other, he never questioned his background, nor did he inquire about his doubts.For example, the strange clothes you wear, or the very different way of talking.

Li Yuan's eyes moved away from Bai Qian's body, seemingly unintentionally, but fell directly on the navy blue cloth bag beside the pillow on the inner side of the bed.It was the bag that Bai Qian had brought with him when he appeared, containing the items before his arrival.

Bai Qian's eyes dodged, and happened to glance at Li Yuan's red and swollen palm, and exclaimed in a low voice, "The scorching foam on your hand! Did it come out of grinding wood just now!?"

Li Yuan looked at his palms, and hid his hands behind his back to prevent Bai Qian from looking at them. He still smiled honestly, "It's a trivial matter! I have rough skin and thick flesh, and it will disappear after I wake up!"

The previous topic was diverted like this, and the moment of stalemate and embarrassment seemed to have never existed.Li Yuan put away the pen and inkstone, and said, "We'll try again when you're in better health. Yesterday, I found a wandering black merchant who had a test needle in his hand. I made an appointment with him to pick up the goods at noon."

Bai Qian said: "I'll go with you. After lying down for so long, it's time to move around."

Li Yuan's expression changed instantly, and he refused almost before Bai Qian finished speaking: "You should take a good rest now."

Bai Qian stood up with the stick on his hands: "I feel pretty good right now—I always ask you to run back and forth for me, and I rest and do nothing. It's quite embarrassing."

Li Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "The road in the village is uneven, full of bumps, you can't walk well."

What he said was the truth, Bai Qian didn't know how to refute it.I couldn't be more aware of the condition of my legs and feet. The asphalt road is still unstable, let alone the dirt road that has not been repaired in the countryside.

Seeing that he suddenly fell silent, Li Yuan panicked and waved his hands to explain: "I'm not saying you can't walk, I'm just worried that you won't be able to bear it. I don't think you're troublesome at all, I..."

When he was nervous, he looked very clumsy, and completely lost the fierce look he had when we first met.Bai Qian stretched out a smile: "Okay, I'll wait here for your return."

The "squeak" sounded again, and the old door was closed.Bai Qian couldn't see Li Yuan's expression, his eyes fell on the navy blue cloth bag, and he quickly retracted it.

It contained the painting tools he had just obtained before the kidnapping, such as pens, inks, manuscript paper, etc., as well as the mobile phone and watch he carried with him.In short, they are all things that should not exist in this era.

Ning Baiqian was a cartoonist three days ago.Since he became famous at the age of 17, Bai Qian, who has officially stepped into the comics industry, has always been loved by people. "The painting style is unique, highly recognizable, the story setting is novel and interesting, the plot is ups and downs, and it is highly readable. And I am sunny and handsome, attracting a large number of female fans." These are the evaluations given to him by the media, which are somewhat exaggerated, but Nor is it far from the truth.The young cartoonist Ning Baiqian has always been very happy.

However, since he drew a very popular villain to death, he has been targeted by a group of middle school boys.After the all-round intimidation, he threw bombs at the signing site, and then kidnapped himself when he went out to buy tools, and left him in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city for at least [-] hours.Bai Qian couldn't make it through the cold night in late autumn, and passed out on his own.

When he woke up, he was already in this world. The man in front of him called himself Li Yuan, picked him up from the foot of Qiao Ze Mountain, and brought him home.

Li Yuan came back very quickly, most of the sawdust on the shoes was gone, and there were still a few points left in place, shining golden.Bai Qian was resting on the bed, his physical strength was completely negative due to long-term vomiting and sleeplessness, and his eyes turned black after walking a few steps.

Li Yuan took out two stone boxes from his arms, put them on the table, opened the one at hand, and showed Bai Qian what was inside: "This is the test needle. It is found around the imperial tomb, and it has been controlled by the emperor."

Inside the stone box lay a dark red needle, twice as thick as ordinary embroidery needles, three inches long, and glowing purple and black as it swiveled.Ning Baiqian held it in his hands and looked at the window repeatedly.It's not iron or silver, and it doesn't look like a stone. You can feel a slight scorching heat when you hold it in your hand, and you can't tell the material.

Bai Qian put the needle back, picked up another stone box and opened it.Inside is an ordinary silver needle, which seems to be commonly used in acupuncture.Bai Qian asked: "What about this one?"

Li Yuan lowered his head and closed the cover of the spiritual test needle, and replied, "This is an auxiliary needle." Li Yuan then changed the subject and asked, "Do you really want to test spiritual power now? I'm worried that your body won't be able to handle it."

Painting has always been my survival skill, and Bai Qian wanted to continue in this world, so he couldn't wait to find out whether he had the spiritual power necessary for a painter: "Just now. I don't know when I will be unaccustomed to it." Well, the injuries on the body will take some time."

He had already made his own decision, and Li Yuan didn't say much anymore, and asked him to lie down on the wooden bed.Li Yuan first took the silver needle and looked for acupuncture points on the top of Bai Qian's head.Bai Qian's hair was very short, which seemed weird in this world where men also had long hair.Fortunately, he has been bedridden for the past few days, and has never been seen by others, and Li Yuan never asked.

Bai Qian lay there, and suddenly asked: "Is the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head? Isn't this the death acupoint?"

Li Yuan's hand on top of Bai Qian's head suddenly stopped.Bai Qian was a little puzzled, and wanted to turn his head to look at Li Yuan.

There was a stabbing pain on the top of the head, and the needle had been applied.It was just a moment, Bai Qian couldn't even feel the darkness, and immediately lost consciousness.I couldn't see Li Yuan's expression either.