"Look!"

"Wow, what is that Oriental man going to do?"

"Go over and see. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

In the plaza in front of the lakefront, white-skinned, dark-skinned, and even yellow-skinned Chicagoans are drawn to one place.

They looked and pointed, their expressions curious.

In the direction they pointed out, I saw that some young people had borrowed the sketchboards of the young artists around the square, and then arranged them neatly one by one, and the paper was connected to form a long scroll.

People approached to watch, and inadvertently formed a semicircle behind the young man.

"Brother Tong, what are you doing here?"

"I look like this, I'm going to sketch."

"The interest is here."

Qianhe, Sumu, Banxia, and Masayuki Kurokawa and Adrian. The five Smiths also stopped to look.

In the center of the crowd, the yellow-skinned young man Bai Juetong held a large round-headed brush in his hand and looked intently at the lake and the buildings behind the lake.

It didn't take long for the scenery to be engraved in my mind, so I opened the posture and put the pen on the paper.

Starting from the leftmost piece of paper, the large brushstrokes pull apart at a breakneck speed.

There are water stains dripping down the paper, leaving a trail.

When Bai Juetong began to paint, the people behind him were much quieter, the old white man, the stout black middle-aged, and the hip-hop young people all looked at the picture intently.

Bai Hengtong kept moving, every stroke, every stroke made people tremble, and his movements seemed to be very rough.

Blocks of color appear quickly, from left to right.

"It's a long scroll of the lake and the buildings on the other side."

Soon someone recognized it and whispered.

The picture is getting more and more complete, and gradually the roughness is masked by the whole, and the lake and the high and low buildings on the shore of the lake are continuous, and the buildings seem to be musical notes performing a beautiful tune between heaven and earth.

Under Bai Juetong's pen, the pictures on the long scroll are thick, rough, and vigorous, and the architecture is not meticulous or even without any details, just color blocks.

But even though it is a color block, people can clearly recognize the corresponding high-rise buildings on the other side of the lake.

Onlookers of Chicago citizens and tourists showed admiration on their faces, thinking that this was a very different kind of sketch.

More and more people are pulling out their phones or holding up their cameras and starting to shoot.

Adrian in the crowd. Smith and Kurokawa Masayuki were a little inexplicable, but they looked up at each other at the same time.

"That's not right!"

"There is no such building on the other side of the lake!"

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed.

I only saw that in the right third of the long scroll, after Bai Juetong finished painting a color block, his eyes no longer fell on the shore of the lake, but the brushstrokes suddenly hooked upward!

Bai Juetong looked excited, and her movements were very natural, as if the tune of a piece of music should be like this here, and the rhythm should become high!

Hearing the exclamation, Masayuki Kurokawa and the two of them suddenly felt a thrill in their hearts, and immediately looked at Ju Tong.

When they saw the picture, they saw that in the sketch of the riverbank, there were colored blocks like silver flashing like silver, like a huge white hosta rising from the ground and rushing straight into the sky.

The mass is very slender and seems to be surprisingly tall, and as soon as it appears, it looks down on the building next to it.

The faster Bai Jingtong paints the hairpin, the more the white hosta seems to be depicted, and then it is postponed, and the rhythm of the music seems to return to normal, and each volume can once again find a corresponding on the shore of the lake.

Soon after, Bai Jingtong stopped writing, and the long scroll made of drawing boards was undisguised and completely displayed in front of everyone.

The colors of the whole picture scroll are harmonious, and the high and low buildings outline the most beautiful skyline!

But what shocked people was not this, but as long as they looked at the picture, the center of everyone's eyes unconsciously moved to the right third of the scroll.

There is a slender and slender building that shimmers with silver light, the building is noble and elegant, as if everyone is beautiful, but it contradictively reveals the temperament of a queen.

"It's good that there is no building on the other side of the lake."

A blonde girl in her twenties said hesitantly.

"The place in the corresponding location is an old ten-story office building, which was imagined by this oriental artist!"

A middle-aged black man affirmed.

"But she's so beautiful, and when she appears, the rest of the tall buildings are like ugly ducklings."

"It's as if she's supposed to be there, she's the pinnacle of this beautiful piece!"

"She reframed the skyline of Chicago, a city on the shores of a lake!"

"We should find a designer to design her, she will definitely be a new landmark in Chicago, and she will be our pride!"

These citizens were artistically accomplished, and they were able to see that the scroll was good.

All the highlights are in the abruptly raised, hosta-like building.

Adrian. Smith's eyes widened and his whole body jumped, he could see the most, and the emotions in his heart were the strongest.

He recalled Bai Juetong's posture when he sketched before, as if he hadn't thought about it, just jumped with the rhythm, just like that!

It is a kind of aesthetic concept that has established itself and integrated it into the blood of the bone marrow, which is a design technique and the embodiment of instinct.

Masayuka Kurokawa exhaled, and his heart was already accustomed to the evil of Bai Jue Tong.

He looked at the picture, at the graceful building mass, although there were no details, but it clearly showed the shape and rhythm, she exuded a touch of oriental charm.

The white-haired old man in the crowd took a deep look at the scroll, and he looked at the young man from the East next to the scroll in thought.

The crowd of onlookers came back to their senses from the amazement and excitedly took pictures of the entire scroll one by one.

Someone sent a message in the circle of friends, someone Aite the designer he knew and asked him about his evaluation and construction possibilities...

Soon, the photograph of the long scroll circulated among the Chicago designer's circles and caused a sensation.

"Guys, come and see this watercolor sketch!"

"Wow, such a noble and elegant temperament, such a rhythmic skyline, where is this sketch?"

"Man, see clearly, this is the skyline on the shore of the lake, and the shimmering silver building is said to have been imagined by an oriental painter!"

There are photographs on the shore of the lake that are stacked on top of each other for comparison, and each volume from left to right can be found in the picture, but when it reaches the right part of the picture, it suddenly changes and produces a climax, and then the rhythm resumes.

"Damn, I think the buildings in the pictures should be real."

"She held up the rhythm and rhythm of the skyline on the shore of the lake, it was perfect!"

"Is this really the work of an Oriental painter, not a planner from the East?"

"Why has the mysterious East begun to blow out talents recently, whether it is the designer of Bai Jue Tong or this unknown artist, it is amazing!"

"If the building is completed, it will undoubtedly become a new landmark in Chicago, both in height and art, and even in the deeper composition of the city."

......

The afterglow of the setting sun was reflected on the picture, and Bai Jingtong exhaled a breath and looked at the long scroll with satisfaction:

"That's supposed to be the most beautiful sense of skyline rhythm."

It's just that my hands are itchy, and I'm just painting a picture, and I don't plan to think about it in depth.