This method of rubbing is generally used by archaeologists to rub the text on murals or stone tablets.

According to Zhang Qiang, this picture is painted by rubbing, which is indeed quite curious.

"Do you know where this place is located?" I asked.

"Of course, there's nothing I don't know." Zhang Qiang nodded.

"You're going?" Yan Shuyuan asked.

"Take me one!" Zhang Wanmo jumped up, "I also want to do part-time work!" ”

"I'm not doing part-time work."

"It's not going to be a part-time job, so what are you going to do?"

"Go buy a painting."

"Buying paintings?"

Zhang Qiang sent me the address.

Because of curiosity, Shen Siyu and they also went with us.

The studio was just a few minutes away from our apartment, and it was already full when we arrived.

It turned out that this was not just a studio, but also a small art exhibition.

From the moment you enter the door, there are all kinds of paintings hanging on the wall, mostly oil and ink paintings, and there are some sculptures in the middle of the living room, but they are slightly rough, and they can't be compared with the portraits, and some of them are incomplete.

However, the sculptures are all human-shaped, and the mutilations are basically piled up with some broken arms and legs, and there are still many people taking pictures, and it is said that they have good artistic characteristics.

Anyway, I didn't see any artistry at all.

In the two rooms, one is full of rubbings, with fish, tree trunks, dead birds, cats, dogs, and all kinds of them, all of which have one characteristic, that is, the dead things are lifelike.

The door of the other room is ajar to accommodate only one person, and the words "studio" are on the door.

There was no one inside, and I asked the staff and said I could go in and visit.

I was the first to go in, there were floor-to-ceiling windows, there were no curtains, the walls around were all black, even the floor was blackened, only in the middle of the room, there was a half-open eye, the pupil was still red, this was the only color in the whole room.

Above the eyes are an easel and a stool, next to which is a bucket of paintbrushes soaked in water.

"What, it's nothing." Zhang Wanmo glanced at it and retreated.

"Do you understand art? What a feeling this painting has! It caused the eyes of an uncle next to him.

The uncle just stood at the half-open door, and took a picture of the entire interior of the studio, I glanced at the interface of his mobile phone, and there was really a bit of artistic conception of picture-in-picture, but it looked very depressing.

A few of us walked around and didn't see the job posting, so we asked the staff.

was tactfully prompted by the staff, saying that the recruitment was full.

In desperation, we had no choice but to leave.

But we have not seen the portrait of the legendary person, it is possible that the author has not finished painting it.

On the first day of school, we went to class as usual, and Shen Siyu told us interesting stories about summer vacation on the way.

This carelessly bumped into a classmate, which was originally a very small thing, but I didn't expect that classmate to be hit by Shen Siyu and roll on the ground a few times, which stunned us.

"When did I get so strong?" Shen Siyu didn't know it by himself.

The student who was hit didn't look very thin, stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, looked at us and left.

didn't care about Shen Siyu's apology at all.

"Isn't this the girl who was chosen to be a model?" The gossip of the girls came from behind.

"I know that she is Liu Nian in the third class of the freshman year, it is said that she is a poor student, and it is normal to work part-time, but how did she get selected by the studio over there?"

"Who knows, maybe it's early."

Poor students, hearing these three words, I subconsciously set my eyes on the feet of girls.

We all had to wear school uniforms three days before school started, and Liu Nian's school uniform was old and unusually fat, looking like second-hand goods picked up from the garbage heap, and the shoes were also a pair of small white shoes that had been washed until they turned yellow.

"I heard that she is still the first to receive a scholarship all year round!"

That's amazing, it's still the first in the grade.

Maybe I didn't see the portrait of the person I wanted to see in the morning, or maybe it was the model who was the first in the grade I met, after school, I told Yan Shuyuan that I still wanted to go to the studio.

Yan Shuyuan didn't object, but Zhang Wanmo was reluctant to go.

"What's there to see, isn't it just painting?" He disagreed.

"If you don't go, go back with Shen Siyu and them first, and then wait for us to come back for dinner."

"Okay." Zhang Wanmo shrugged, "Obey Young Master Yan's holy decree." ”

After teasing a few words, he left, leaving me and Yan Shuyuan.

"Actually, you don't have to go with me."

"It's fine."

I know he's not worried about me.

Autumn has already begun, and by five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the weather is gradually getting cooler.

"Ahh

"Beware of colds." Yan Shuyuan asked the driver to roll up all the windows on my side.

Actually, I enjoyed the feeling of the wind hitting my face, it hurt a little.

When I arrived at the studio, there were not as many people as in the morning, only one or two sporadically.

At the entrance, the staff reminded us that the doors were going to close at seven o'clock in the evening, that is, there was still an hour left.

This time, I ran straight to the studio.

Unlike in the morning, the studio has a new change.

The stool and pen holder were gone, and an extra painting appeared on the easel.

A drawing of a two-year-old child.

The two-year-old child was naked with his eyes closed, lying on his side on the portrait, and he could see the eyelashes clearly.

"What's wrong?" Maybe I stood there for too long, Yan Shuyuan asked out loud, "Do you like it?" ”

Like? I don't know how to explain to Yan Shuyuan, "Do you know rubbing? ”

"You know, you mean, it's rubbing?"

"I don't know." I don't know if this is drawn by the author or by the human body, because I don't want to think about the worst possible ending.

Yan Shuyuan called the staff over, but the staff was only responsible for managing these portraits, and they had not even seen the author's face, so how could they know whether these paintings were painted or what they were.

"Buy it."

"Okay."

I held the portrait in my hand.

On the way home, I was silent.

Yan Shuyuan took care of me carefully.

"Did you really buy a painting and come back?" Zhang Wanmo was also very surprised when he looked at the painting in my hand.

"Zhang Wanmo, can you know whether the person on this painting is dead or alive based on this painting alone?"

"Xiaoxing, aren't you testing me?" Zhang Wanmo thought I was joking with him, but seeing that I had always kept a straight face, I finally knew the seriousness of the matter, "And for such a simple matter, why don't you look for Young Master Yan?" ”