Chapter 1232: Picture album

Seeing Perochan's turning away one step at a time, Yi Xunyu didn't get up from the chair immediately, but just turned his head indifferently to look around the house where Perochan lived.
In fact,
At the moment when he first entered, Yixunyu had all the information about the house.
How to evaluate...it's shabby.
In terms of aesthetics, Yixunyu has always been picky. Whatever it is, as long as it can, we will pursue the best experience as much as possible.
In this case, as an idol, Perot Chan's singing voice can be recognized by Yi Xunyu as a good one, and he is even willing to default to being a fan. Naturally, Perot's singing voice is quite extraordinary.
Measured by pure value, the ticket money earned by Perot Chan's concert is enough to fill the entire stage with gold coins.
If it were not for the relatively little experience and the relatively short time spent in idol business, Perot Chan's stage may have developed into the stars.
But it is such an idol with a thriving career who lives without any complaints among the angels in a simple house, the size of which can be easily enveloped by Yixunyu’s real realm, without any luxury but also Get used to it.
Previously, Pero-chan had told Yi Xunyu not to turn her things indiscriminately, and Yi Xunyu calmly agreed.
But in fact, Yi Xun Yu really doesn't need to turn around. Because everything here is already well known to her, even the hairpin position that has been lost for many years in the gap between the bedside is very clear... From a certain perspective, this is an ability that is easy to lose friends.
There is no solution to this...just pretend not to see it, and most of the time, Yi Xunyu does this.
And in Yixunyu’s observation, Perot’s room is as she showed it, with a very pure simplicity from the inside to the outside. The most daring thing in this room is probably that body of death metal. Rock suit, but I haven't worn it a few times.
"It's really a pure guy, like a drop of water on a lotus leaf. If it were placed in the past, I would be selected as a saint... Are all the angels here like this?"
Picking up the picture book from the table, looking at the unfinished black and white painting about the architecture, Ixun Yu gently folded his hands and turned it to the first page.
This picture album is very thick and looks like it has been used for a long time. However, the user took care of this album very seriously. There was no corner on it, and dirty fingerprints and pen marks were not visible.
On the first page, the pen style seems a little immature...I used a pencil to draw a small village. The angle of view seems to be from top to bottom. The position should be standing on the edge of the village and overlooking, stroke by stroke. Draw it down.
On this first painting, it seems that I haven't learned any composition or the collocation between structures. It is purely what I want to paint. But even so, it also showed a high talent for painting.
"The first time I wrote the pen, did I paint the place where I lived... It seems that I am a person who is quite nostalgic in his bones?"
After a brief comment, Yi Xunyu turned the album to the next page.
The next page is a vast desert, with undulating sand dunes, and the wind leaves a curved track in the sand sea, spreading to the invisible distance...
A few simple strokes outline an imperfect picture. From the artist's point of view, this painting has too little pen stroke and too much white space, which makes it look like a broken feeling.
And if you simply speculate on the painter’s mood, you will get the conclusion that ‘the painter’s desert is like this’.
Monotonous, simple, endless,
This is a very suitable place to sit on the ground and look at the golden horizon in the distance in a daze and contemplate.
It is quiet and not easy for people to disturb. The few sounds are the blowing of the wind and the rolling of sand. And in the distance is an almost static picture, like a Juanjuan flowing water, it seems that it has kept its original appearance without change, suitable for relaxing the body and mind.
From the perspective of drawing, the painter was sitting at the exact position to complete the painting. He was not tall at the time.
"It seems that even a pure soul can feel sentimental?"
Yi Xunyu raised his eyebrows, looked up at the window, lowered his head and continued to look.
With the backward turning of the drawing paper, the painter's drawing skills are also constantly improving. When Ixunyu turned to the drawing paper for the City of Freedom, the painting on it had reached a level comparable to that of famous artists.
This is quite an incredible talent... But in the public news of his idol career, he has never mentioned these, and through new elements to give himself a little extra points.
It seems that Perot sauce just treats this as his own hobby and secret, quietly hiding it in my heart instead of sharing it with others.
At this moment, Yi Xunyu experienced a feeling similar to stealing someone's diary.
"The front is to draw all the places I have been to, and keep them as things similar to memories... This is indeed better than writing in words. Even if people see it, they cannot understand what is hidden in a simple picture. Memories."
This is a secret unique to the painter, the meaning of a small symbol, the small things carried behind a simple object, a momentary stop in a path... these are difficult for others to understand.
Not even Yixunyu.
Turning back a few pages, the last painting is a small town in the Bright Empire...it is the town where the remains of the goddess Qiming appeared.
The painting is only half drawn, and there is still a large part of white space on it. It seems that the painter has not yet figured out how to complete it.
"The pen marks are still very fresh, should I start writing recently...Is it a bit heavy?"
Touching his chin, Ixunyu shook his head, suddenly closed the scroll, and then opened it from the back to the front. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
This picture album is blessed with a very special magic. It looks very thick and thick, but it is actually thicker than expected.
The previous paintings are every place that Perot has been to since picking up the pen until now. Just these drawing papers should be folded up half a person tall. However, from the current point of view, Yi Xun Yu has only flipped a half-finger distance.
As for afterwards, if you turn the white pages from front to back, if you turn one by one, you will probably never be able to finish it.
But if it is closed and then opened again...
Snapped,
"Are people drawn behind."
Judging from the pen style of the characters drawn in the back, it should be that after a lot of the previous paintings have been drawn, Perot had made a temporary intention, or thought for a long time, and finally added new content on the last page.
From this day on, there will be more than people in her world. Or, the element of people can finally occupy a sufficient proportion in her heart.
These characters are all very well spent, how good is it, that is, if there is a real person standing here, then the person in the painting can be immediately connected with the other person.
In this picture album, one person occupies a page, and several people gather together to fill a sheet of paper. The postures and expressions are different, and occasionally there will be some small objects that look very representative... if they are placed in the scene painted in front, they will probably immediately become alive.
After all, these are part of Perot's memory, the book of hearts that Perot made for herself.
While flipping through it, Yi Xunyu suddenly stopped on one of the pages.