Compared with ordinary painters, Jiang Yu paints very quickly, but he himself does not have this consciousness.

Maybe it's because a group of painters around him belong to the type of painting that is fast and of good quality.

While the barrage was still raging, he had already sketched out the most basic sketch - it was a figure standing with a stick-like object in the middle of a large blank space left for some unknown reason, occupying the left and right parts of the entire picture.

Judging from the lines outlined so far, it should be a man wearing a robe, and if you add that stick, it may be a role like a magician who appears in fantasy works.

"I actually drew a man and left."

"A few minutes ago, I was still watching the barrage of stupid netizens, but when I came back to my senses, I saw that the draft had been drawn!"

"Are you all such monsters?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just that this person who can write books and draw, and compose and sing at the same time is just a monster."

"As a reminder, the program manager of 'SPS' seems to be the 'Master'."

"Grass! What else would this man not know?"

Jiang Yu didn't look up at the barrage, so naturally he didn't know the direction of the barrage, and it changed from urging changes to discussing whether he was still good at anything.

Ever since he was a high school student in the Celestial Empire after a long absence, he was the type who could easily become immersed in something and ignore his surroundings once he started focusing on something.

The pen walked between the dragon and the snake, and the picture gradually took shape. It was a man dressed in a simple robe with mysterious patterns and streamers. The man had messy hair and held a staff that looked like a withered branch, and next to the man's hand, there was a strange part extending from the top of the staff, which seemed to be a handle-like object, with small tassels hanging down from the ends.

"Which work is this magician? Is it a new work?! (Dream emoji)"

"This hairstyle gives people a frivolous feeling."

"Compared to this, don't you think that Mr. Tu Su's painting skills are getting better and better?"

"Yes, indeed. It's a big improvement compared to the previous picture on Twitter."

"Correction: Teacher Tu Su → a Hundred Miles Old Thief"

"Persecution? Please step up!"

After the composition of the characters was basically completed, Jiang Yu rubbed his wrists, glanced at the barrage, and replied in a casual tone: "Because I have consulted with a painter friend, this progress is of course." ”

"Artist Friend = Eiri Kashiwagi"

"It's not a color map, I don't think it's good (shaking his head)."

"I didn't learn the essence (laughing emoji)"

Jiang Yu naturally won't explain who his painter friends include. He first deepened the lines of the characters with black line strokes on the drawing software, then oscillated between coloring and drawing the background for a while, and chose to finish the whole picture first.

The man in the robe occupies about 35 positions in the picture, and Jiang Yu draws a line representing the slope behind the figure, and then draws a corner of a tower-like building in the upper right side of the picture.

The tower is followed by clouds. A few light clouds did not form any interesting shapes. It's just a flowing cloud that can be seen on every sunny day, drifting freely in the wind.

The clouds are followed by flowers. The flowers blooming on the ground are as beautiful as crystal clear; Dreamy petals fluttering in the sky, like shards of stars.

Compared with the final picture that he had already conceived in his mind, Jiang Yu pondered for a moment, spent nearly 20 minutes modifying some places, and then temporarily turned off the camera, and hid the live broadcast window, and began to operate and color on the drawing software.

The basic color of the characters is white, with white hair and white robes. In order to stand out, the lower body is a pair of dark pants that resemble a power suit, and they are embellished with pale gold stripes, which seems to contradict his identity as a suspected magician. The white robe has pale gold and peach pink locks, blue streamers hanging from the shoulders, and pale gold tassels twisted into bunches.

The bridge of the nose is high, the corners of the mouth are smiling, and the dark purple eyes are slightly narrowed, giving people a strange beauty that is not like a human being.

How to describe it? What a frivolous man.

Then it was the strange staff in the man's hand. The staff is black with a hint of brown mixed in, and the part that hangs from the curved tip of the staff is a pale gold similar to that of clothing, and a black that is a little thicker than the staff itself.

As for the strange grip-like part, Jiang Yu used a bit of visual trick here, slightly covering it up with a picture that appeared on a higher layer of paper, only a golden handle end extending out, and the tassel that was compact and almost bundled underneath was used in the bright red used for the first time in the whole picture.

So far, the stupid ...... in the live broadcast room Ahem, I mean the grandfathers of the audience, there are also some aftertastes.

"Sword Spike?"

"Absolutely! Demon Martial Dual Cultivation!"

"Light Hero of Another World 2333"

After the character coloring was basically completed, Jiang Yu had to take a look at the time, and after realizing that it was almost over, he said: "That's all for today's live broadcast, thank you for watching, we'll see you next time." ”

After finishing speaking, he tapped the menu key + TAB, selected the live broadcast software among the few thumbnails, and clicked directly to broadcast.

And the last afterglow of the live broadcast room was also used by many viewers to delay this little bit and output wildly.

"It's coming! Stunt - broadcast at the speed of light!"

"2019.12.21, the thirteenth volume of "Spring Things" is being written' for 6 months and 21 days"

"That's it? It's so fast!"

"It's you"

After the broadcast, Jiang Yu naturally didn't know that the live broadcast room was making trouble for a while. He turned off the other computer and started coloring the background.

Naturally, he didn't paint live on a whim today.

In other words, he just wanted to paint and happened to bump into the live broadcast, so he would paint live.

After the whole painting was colored, Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and clicked Save.

Named:

"", this is the magician of the flower who spends his days in the sea of the stars, that is, the kui of Avalon.

In the same folder, there are already more than 100 similar paintings.

As mentioned on the barrage before, his painting skills have improved, in addition to the external factor of the help of Mahaku, Rita, Chuhai, Yingli and others, it is also indispensable for him to practice a lot of this internal factor.

What he told Hui that he hadn't done anything this year except for light, which was naturally not the truth. But since the whole project is still in the preparatory stage before it starts, he doesn't think it's necessary to tell them just yet.

Although it is certain that other people will be involved in this preparation stage, the progress will be faster, because the artists he knows and trusts have their own things to be busy. Even if you don't go to sea without club activities, you can sell a book of pictures on Xia COMI, and you're usually stuffed by Iori with a bunch of jobs like drawing for a certain magazine. Therefore, Jiang Yu didn't bother her after thinking about it.

And since the most important painters at this stage have been hidden, Jiang Yu doesn't care about hiding a few more people, and will keep this secret for a while.

After all, he was looking forward to the look of surprise on the faces of the group when he showed the information to the group.

Of course, in order to survive, he will definitely tell Megumi before telling his friends and companions publicly.

Thumbs up for his decision, Jiang Yu rubbed his chin and selectively ignored how she would react if she had hidden it from Hui for so long. This blind spot comes from his ordinary and unusual girlfriend, the overly talkative and casual part of his behavior.

After admiring the more than 100 pictures in the folder for a while, Jiang Yu crossed off the folder with satisfaction, then turned off the phone, got up and stretched out of the house.

He'll send Megumi home later. Although there seems to be a memory of imprudently leaving the other party (and other people) overnight before dating, after the formal relationship, in the spirit of responsibility, Jiang Yu is much more rigorous in these aspects.

Fleeting file titles are hidden beneath the electronic data stream and in the system's own logs of operations.

"Valhalla Completion Project - Art Collection".

……

At the same time, a house in Chiyoda Ward was under construction.

Nan Qinli sat on the bed, holding her hair with one hand and the hair dryer in the other, and the sound of "woo" was endless.

She stared faintly at the wall in front of her—her room, the same as it had been in high school, and even the poster of the muse on the wall had remained in its original place.

However, of course, she was not in a daze because of this kind of thing.

Feeling the state of her hair with her hands, Nanqin Li turned off the hair dryer, put on a thick coat, stretched her hands behind her head, and her long silken hair was pulled out of the gap between her clothes, gently lifted in the air, and then fell meekly and clinging to her back.

Nanqinli got up and walked to the desk, which had two picture frames in addition to a few reference books and a Japanese-English dictionary that she was reluctant to lose. One is the summer training camp in the sophomore year of high school, a group photo of a group of people on the beach, on which more than ten young women are smiling and smiling, in addition to an adult woman with a cold face, plus a boy with slightly squinted eyes, a somewhat awkward expression, and seems to be not suitable for this kind of occasion.

Another photo in the frame is from last year's "LoveLive!" At the finals of the competition, the finale of the "μ's" performance was captured.

Nanqin Li pursed her lips, picked up the first photo frame, and opened it, there was still a photo hidden behind the group photo by the sea.

It's a secret that belongs to hers alone.

In the background is in a café with warm colors, under bright lights; On the right side of the photo is a maid outfit with an ankle-length skirt, stretching out her hand with a light smile; On the left side of the photograph is a piano and a teenager sitting behind it, looking up with a somewhat hesitant expression.

Nan Qinli gently rubbed this photo with her fingers that no one had seen except her, and on her beautiful face, there was a silent joy of moisturizing things, a clear and shallow shame, and a slightly regretful memory.

If you can meet someone in this life, you will make the boring days day after day become sweet and full of hope. Then presumably, it must be an extremely happy thing.

Unconsciously, mist quietly accumulated in his eyes, and his hazy vision became hazy even in his mind, and Nan Qinli couldn't help but think of the conversation with Mahime not long ago.

In the noisy station, a pair of red-haired girls with narrow and beautiful red phoenix eyes looked at her fixedly and said, "Little bird, you used to ...... No, even now, I still like Yujun a little bit, right? ”

She blinked a little dazedly, and it wasn't until Mahime repeated her question again that she asked with some hesitation, "Why does Mahime think so?" ”

The proud red-haired girl was stunned, and then laughed, the smile was extraordinarily hearty and free, but it seemed to have a trace of helplessness: "Probably the same kind of empathy...... Something like that? ”

"Like." Nanqin Li chewed on the word, her heart was shocked, and then she made a decision, "That is to say?" ”

Mahime nodded in affirmation, "That's it." ”

What was her expression? Nanqin Li has no way to restore it, and I only remember that I clenched my teeth for a moment.

"So Mahime, if you want to take the entrance examination to Tokyo University......?"

"This one...... It has nothing to do with him. Mahime's expression was as calm as if she had resigned herself to her fate, "Little birdie, you know, I was raised as a hospital heir since I was a child. Even if they let me fly alone now, I don't think I would be able to find my way by myself. ”

At that time, the focus was on "flying", but in retrospect, the focus should have been on "alone" and "alone".

However, among the girls, there are some words that were not broken at the first time, and it is estimated that it will not be possible to debunk them again in the future.

"I'm looking for you just to tell you - if you can't suppress your liking, then go after it, grab it, and everyone will support you; And if you feel like you don't like him that much right now, then you should try to manage your life well. ”

"This is a girl who has been planning for the future since she was a child.,The only admonition to friends who can still choose their lives freely.。 So, goodbye, let's get together again when I'm done with the exam. ”

Nanqin Li still remembers that she looked at the back that was scattered and lost her mind for a while.

Struggling from the memories, the girl was as fragile and tired as a drowning person.

Nan Qinli looked at the photo in a daze for a long time, and then gently restored the photo frame.

Come to think of it, she actually doesn't know him very well.

Things you like, things you hate, things you are good at, dreams for the future, life for the future, family you want...... There might have been a lot more to tell.

She muttered in a sigh-like tone, "I really, really, like you so much." ”

Affectionate, courteous, autumn has no offense, respect each other like guests.

The girl named Nanqin Li, that period of high school youth, of course, could not be regarded as a sloppy ending. But perhaps it was only now that it finally closed the door softly, silently.

No one is seventeen forever, but there are always seventeen.

Those meanings are still unfinished, those words are insincere, those words do not reach the meaning, and those are not finished......

Some stories are not finished yet.

Then forget it.