As soon as he entered the venue, Yang Qing saw five life-size standing cards placed on the ground, and the characters painted on the standing cards were five teenagers, from left to right were a sunny boy, a cold and handsome little brother, a cool guy, a cute little Zhengtai and an intellectual big brother. Just five standing signs attracted a lot of people to gather around and take pictures.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a picture." It seems that Xu Mu is also a fan of these five people, and she took out a mobile phone and clicked to summon it, she kept changing the photo angle, standing and squatting for a while, like a professional photographer.

"Who are these five people, which anime characters?" Yang Qing asked with some curiosity.

"No, no, no, this is a virtual idol, not an anime." Xu Mu explained with some excitement that this feeling of being with others and the people he likes is very pleasant.

"Virtual idols? Is there a computer AI? Yang Qing asked puzzled.

"It's not. In fact, in fact, behind the virtual idols are still real people, and they are all actions made with real-time animation. Hey, you open Station B and search for .....," Xu Mu explained.

"Oh, I guess I understand." Yang Qing said.

"Then Xu Mu, are you their fan?" Lou Xiao also leaned over and asked.

"Yes, I do be a fan. Let me tell you, the fans of this group are interesting, all of them are talents, they speak well, and they can laugh for a long time every time they swipe the forum. And we are different from those traditional star-chasers, we are very measured, and we won't do any brain-dead actions......" Xu Mu gushed endlessly.

"Oooh." Yang Qing and Lou Xiao nodded again and again.

Then they saw a woman wearing a mask rushing from the side, shouting as she rushed, ",." ”

And then she actually made a handsome slide on the stone floor like a football defender, and I don't know if her knees hurt or not.

Yang Qing and Lou Xiao were a little confused about what she was going to do, so they silently took a step back, while Xu Mu on the side sighed in his heart, realizing that something bad would happen.

The woman did not get up after sliding on the ground, but knelt on the ground, hugged the thigh of a standing card, and shouted affectionately: "Mother! ”

Yang Qing and Lou Xiao were stunned, no matter what, they didn't expect that this woman would hold a sunny boy's standing card and call her mother, this matter was beyond the scope of their cognition.

"That's what you fans are...... Uh, is it such a profligate? Lou Xiao asked.

"No, she's not our fans, the rest of us are very normal people, don't get me wrong. Let's go, I'll take you to the group's booth, where normal fans are. Xu Mu said with an expression on his face.

Yang Qing and Lou Xiao came to the comic exhibition for the first time, and they didn't know what to visit, so they followed Xu Mu forward.

"No, look, this is where our normal fans gather, and there is definitely no one like that just now." Xu Mu said.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, a person stood up, holding a big horn in his hand, and shouted:

"All eyes are on me, and I'll make an announcement."

"I want to be the young master's dog."

"Wang, Wang."

Yang Qing and Lou Xiao turned their heads to look at Xu Mu at the same time, without speaking, everything was silent.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm having a showdown, we fans are like this." Xu Mu said rottenly.

......

Since Xu Mu went to the booth and lined up, Yang Qing and Lou Xiao could only go to the comic exhibition by themselves. And as they walked around, they found that there seemed to be nothing to visit in this comic convention.

Those Internet celebrities who performed on stage, they didn't know any of them. Others come to the exhibition for some coser, but they are just just wandering around, at most to feel the atmosphere, and join in the excitement everywhere.

"Hey, Lou Xiao, why are you looking at so many people around?" Yang Qing said.

"Let's take a look." Lou Xiao said.

When I looked closer, I realized that it was a street painter painting portraits, holding a paintbrush and sketching the person in front of her vividly in a few clicks.

"Wow, it looks like it's drawn." Lou Xiao exclaimed. She doesn't have any artistic cells, anyway, in her eyes, the image is equal to the good painting. As for any abstract paintings, she couldn't appreciate them.

The street painter was expressionless and mechanically moving his brush to the person in front of him, feeling very bored in his heart, how long had it been since he had painted the scenery he wanted to paint, the painter asked himself secretly. I think back then, when she first studied art, she was also enthusiastic, fantasizing that she could also paint famous paintings that have been passed down through the ages. I didn't expect to be reduced to selling paintings on the street for a living, but it's okay at Comic Con, you can earn 60 yuan for a painting, and you can usually paint a picture on the street for 20 yuan.

Hey, when I became an adult, I realized that for painters, the most lacking thing is money, and the least valuable thing is painting, the painter sighed.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see." Yang Qing looked at it for a while, and felt bored, so he called Upstairs Xiao to prepare to leave.

At this time, the street painter had just finished painting a painting, she put down the pen in her hand, stretched her waist, and then saw Yang Qing and the others passing in front of her.

Her eyes widened instantly, and she suddenly felt the urge to draw the two of them, how long had it been since she had done so? She is a painter, the most sensitive to the beautiful things around her, when she was a child, she felt that the blue sky was beautiful, the white clouds were beautiful, and even the flowers and plants on the ground were beautiful, and she couldn't wait to draw them.

But when he grows up, he loses interest in everything around him, as if life has lost its color and becomes dark. In addition to selling paintings to make money, she herself has not painted out of interest for a long time, and seeing Yang Qing and Lou Xiao, she regained the urge to paint.

"Wait, can I make a picture for the two of you for free?" The painter caught up with Yang Qing and said.

Yang Qing and Lou Xiao glanced at each other, and immediately agreed, they naturally would not refuse to prostitute a painting for nothing.

"Thank you very much." The painter thanked him and sat back in his seat excitedly.

"Two, please be intimate." The painter commanded.

Intimacy, what kind of intimacy, Yang Qing and Lou Xiao were a little at a loss.

Yang Qing is a shy person, he has always liked to be passive in terms of feelings, but today he looked at Lou Xiao, who was a little cramped next to him, and knew that he couldn't count on her, after all, Lou Xiao was also a person with the same personality as himself.

Yang Qing's heart was horizontal, and he directly held Lou Xiao's soft jade hand, anyway, he was just a model, it was no big deal. And Lou Xiao finally waited for Yang Qing to take the initiative, and he was very happy in his heart, and held Yang Qing's hand hard.

The two of them interlocked their fingers with one hand and exchanged their other hands with each other, revealing a smile. Both of them had a little red faces, although their intimate interactions were not small these days, but it was the first time that they had been holding hands like this.

"Good, good." The painter smiled, picked up the brush, and began to paint.

Although the painter is not very old, her eyes are quite vicious, and she can see the relationship between Yang Qing and the two at a glance. It is like the green mountains meet the green water, the white clouds meet the breeze, the meeting between the two is so beautiful, the relationship between the two is so natural, as long as they are together, it is a landscape.

This kind of relationship painter has only seen in an old grandmother and grandfather, that time she silently painted the two of them relying on each other, and then gave it to the two old people, without charge, and this time she will also send this painting to Yang Qing and the two.

And over the years, there have been many couples who have come to her to paint, but no matter how affectionate these couples are, she always feels that their relationship is a little flawed, and she can't trust each other completely, and she always feels a little detached.

Looking at these two again, although holding hands is a little twisted, it is this kind of youthful and beautiful feelings that makes the painter very moved, and she has a hunch that these two people will spend their lives slowly like this, and they will not be separated from each other.

After a while, the images of Yang Qing and Lou Xiao jumped on the paper, and the painter nodded with some satisfaction.

"It's finished, this painting is for you, I wish you two a good time." The painter handed the painting to Yang Qing and said.

"Thank you, thank you." Yang Qing and the others took the painting, thanked them, and then left.

As soon as the painter sat back at the stall, a middle-aged uncle came over and said dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter with you, didn't you just ask you that you said sixty yuan, how to paint them without charge." ”

The middle-aged uncle continued: "Do you think we are men and are easy to bully, you don't need money to paint others, you have to charge us money." To be a man, you have to talk about your conscience. ”

The painter cleaned up the stall and did not speak, bothering to pay attention to him.

The middle-aged uncle continued: "Well, I'll give you fifteen yuan." Draw one for my youngest son, okay. ”

"I'm sorry, I stopped drawing today." The painter said.

Anyway, she has gained a lot today, and she doesn't want to squat here to paint others.

Also, is it true that a painter has no temper, you say that you will paint for you.