I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

It was still early, and it was only after 6 o'clock in the evening when the meal was over.

Even in normal times, it is too early to go to bed at this time.

What's more, I slept for so long this afternoon, and now I can't sleep if I let him sleep.

Back in the room, Xiao Ai took the novel, leaned on the head of Guangyou's bed, and looked at it carefully.

And Guangyou sits next to Xiao Ai, holding a pencil and drafting in the notebook.

He wanted to record the scene in his dream by painting.

Instead of relying on memory.

The content of dreams is easy to forget.

At the moment I woke up, I might still remember seven or eight out of ten.

But in the blink of an eye, the content of the dream may only remember one or two.

Better still can remember the general plot of the dream, the environment in the dream, and the characters appearing in the dream.

You can even remember one or more segments of your dream.

But for the worse, it is estimated that the content of the dream will be forgotten by turning around.

It's pretty good that he can remember a picture after waking up.

As the gear of time turns, memories may be clouded with dust or buried deep in the mind.

In order to avoid this situation, Guangyou felt that it was a good choice to draw this scene while he still remembered it.

It just happens that there is nothing at hand now, and painting can also pass the time.

Because it was just a draft, Guangyou painted very casually, with no details, just a simple outline.

"What are you drawing?" Xiao Ai glanced over the notebook, but because it was a draft, she didn't see what Guangyou was drawing.

"Guess what." Guangyou stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at Xiao Ai.

After scanning the notebook again, Xiao Ai guessed: "Landscape?"

She also knows that Guangyou is now drawing a draft, and she can't see what she is painting, but she can tell a rough idea.

"Guessed a small part." Guangyou affirmed Xiao Ai's guess, but still didn't tell Xiao Ai what he was drawing.

"Forget it." Xiao Ai glanced at Guangyou with a smile on his face. Seeing that he didn't tell her, she lowered her head and continued reading.

Hearing Xiao Ai uttering this sentence in a plain tone, Guangyou smiled and shook his head, and explained to her in a low voice.

"I had a dream in the afternoon, and when I woke up, I remembered a picture inside. Because I liked that picture, I wanted to draw it."

"Dream?" Xiao Ai glanced at her notebook, then looked at Guangyou.

"Ok."

After responding, Guangyou lowered his head, pointed at the draft in the notebook with a pencil, and said to Xiao Ai, "The person in the middle is you."

Having said that, Guangyou remembered that scene again, and at the same time suddenly had some thoughts, so he started writing and added a few more to the draft.

Inspiration is something you can't find, and it flashes through your mind occasionally. If you can't grasp it, you may not even think of it when you look back.

"Me?" Xiao Ai thought of the sentence Guangyou said before, "I drew a picture in a dream", and suddenly understood something.

"Yeah." Guangyou stopped writing after recording the inspiration, raised his head to look at Xiao Ai, and nodded affirmatively.

"You are the one drawn."

After saying this to Xiao Ai, Guangyou turned the notebook a few pages forward and said, "The paintings I drew are basically related to you."

Then Guangyou turned back again.

The difference is that this time he slowed down so that Xiao Ai could see the painting clearly.

"Well, I saw..."

As Guangyou turned the page back, Xiao Ai scanned the notebook and carefully looked at the painting on it.

"It's pretty good..." Xiao Ai lowered her head, and her drooping hair concealed the curvature of her lips. After a while, she praised her in a flat tone.

"Hehe..." Guangyou laughed twice, then turned to the draft page, looked at the draft, and recalled the scene in the dream.

Huahai, white skirt, her.

These main elements are on the draft, and now it’s just a matter of adding billions of details to the draft.

To be honest, he couldn't remember the details in that picture.

He has to think about this.

Except for a general idea, it is no different from ordinary painting.

Therefore, Guangyou is not in a hurry to paint this picture.

On the contrary, I suddenly had a new idea.

"Don't you continue painting?" Xiao Ai asked when Guangyou had turned to a new page.

She really wanted to see what this painting was like.

"No hurry." Guangyou nodded and explained, "I really like that picture, so I want to make it perfect."

"Let me see when the painting is finished?" Xiao Ai asked, looking at Guangyou.

"Well, I will show it to you for sure." Guangyou nodded, picked up the pen, and began to draft in the notebook.

"What are you drawing now?" Xiao Ai glanced at the notebook, but it was only in the draft stage and could not see what was being drawn.

"Look down and you'll know." Guangyou sold a lawsuit and continued to draft.

The background of this painting is not as complicated as the sea of ​​flowers. Guangyou only drew a window in the center and a few small frames next to it.

Then, Xiao Ai saw Guangyou painting two people in front of this window.

Two people were sitting at the window, one of them seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It's only a draft at the moment and it's not clear.

"Little Ai, you can read the novel first."

Stopping the pen in his hand, Guangyou said to Xiao Ai as he conceived, "I will call you when I'm about to draw."

"Yeah." Xiao Ai didn't continue reading when she heard it, turned her head, holding the novel, and started reading where she stopped before.

For the next ten minutes, both of them were doing their own things. After Guangyou finished the draft, he began to draw the line draft.

And Xiao Ai is holding a novel, leaning on the head of the bed, watching it carefully.

"It's almost done." Guangyou nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the painting he drew, "It just doesn't paint, it will look better after painting."

"Alright?" Xiao Ai turned her head when she heard it, glanced at the notebook, and then a faint smile hung on her mouth.

"So you painted the scene of our chorus."

I saw a window painted on it and two people sitting in front of the window.

One of them is holding a guitar in his hand and the other is leaning on his shoulder.

At first glance, both of them are facing the window, but a closer look reveals that they both seem to be looking at each other.

"Well, yes." Guangyou nodded, swept away the rubber crumbs on the paper with his hand, and took another mouthful. "I feel that the scene is also very beautiful."

"not bad."

"That is."

After accepting Xiao Ai's compliment happily, Guangyou sighed, "It's just that it hasn't been painted yet. If it's painted, it should feel even better."

He used ordinary pencils, not colored pencils, and was unable to draw the feeling of the setting sun.

"I'll get the colored lead." Guangyou put the notebook aside, and then went and took the colored lead that I bought before but was useless for a while.

"Xiao Ai, you will read the novel for a while, I will paint this first."

Put aside the unused colors, then Guangyou picked up a colored lead and started to paint.

Coloring a painting is a hard work and cannot be completed in a short time.

So Guangyou didn't want to color the whole painting.

Just draw the feeling of the sunset, and then add some color to the characters.

"Ok."

After watching Guangyou color the painting for a while, Xiao Ai turned around and continued reading the novel.

During the period, she would also turn her head to see Guangyou's progress, and her eyes stayed on the two people in front of the window. After a while, her lips slowly curled up.

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