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Chapter 255 Like Architects

"Three days at the fastest, and it won't take more than a week." Huo Lang said calmly, seeing the worry hidden on Si Ningning's face, he felt a burst of joy, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I'm just going to pick up someone. "

"Hey?"

Si Ningning was stunned for a moment.

Pick up someone?

Just pick up someone?

Si Ningning had a lot of doubts in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Huo Lang, trying to confirm the truth from Huo Lang's eyes.

However, Huo Lang's peach-blossom eyes were deeply smiling, and nothing could be seen in them except her stupid appearance of asking for proof at this time.

Si Ningning hung her head angrily, thinking about what Huo Lang said just now, she felt that Huo Lang must have said that on purpose to reassure her.

Although there was a small grievance, Si Ningning also knew that she had no position to intervene in Huo Lang's work.

So, I had no choice but to follow Huo Lang's words: "Okay, then you come back early."

"Remember, you told me a few days ago that when this matter is over, you still have something to tell me, and I have never forgotten it..." Si Ningning's long eyelashes drooped to hide the water in his eyes, "You don't forget either."

no matter what...

Anyway, please come back safely.

Si Ningning murmured softly in his heart.

"Yeah." Huo Lang stopped at the door of the ward, and handed the things in his hand to Si Ningning, "I'm going back to clean up, and I won't go in with you."

"it is good."

After Si Ningning responded, Huo Lang nodded slightly and stared at Si Ningning's sharp chin with downcast eyes, and said in a loving tone: "Mo Bei will be discharged from the hospital in two days. After he returns, you can go to Academician Liang's place." , there are many people in the county, so don't walk around alone at ordinary times."

After a moment of silence, Huo Lang added, "Especially when it's dark."

"Understood, I'm not a child, can I still be abducted?" Si Ningning retorted helplessly.

Huo Langxin said: That's not necessarily the case.

After giving instructions, Huo Lang didn't leave in a hurry, he just stood there and looked at Si Ningning.

In the end, it was Si Ningning who was embarrassed by him first, so he mustered up the courage to look up, and smiled at him brightly, "You go! Have a safe trip, I'll wait for your return."

"Ah."

Huo Lang nodded in response, and Si Ningning waved at him as a gesture of goodbye, turned around and pressed his lips, and stepped into the ward first.

Huo Lang stopped at the door of the ward for a moment, heard a few vague conversations in the ward, let out a little breath, turned and went downstairs.

Huo Lang got into the car and closed the door, put his hands on the steering wheel with his hands on the steering wheel, and turned his neck almost 180 degrees. He turned around and asked, "Comrade Huo Lang, where are we going now? Send you back to the party committee department or the commune production team?"

"Go to Academician Liang."

"Academician Liang? The one in the alley of the brick factory?"

"En." Huo Lang replied in a deep voice, his eyebrows were arched and he frowned, and his peach blossom eyes slightly lowered to look out of the window.

Huo Lang felt a little worried about letting Si Ningning stay alone in the county. If possible, he hoped Academician Liang would help and allow Si Ningning to go and bother him for a few days...

As soon as Huo Lang left the hospital, Si Ningning removed the hemp rope that bound the bamboo and hemp paper, and took out the white paper by itself.

"Is this paper okay?" Si Ningning took out a piece of paper and handed it to Mo Bei.

Mo Bei took the paper and looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "Okay."

The needle on the back of Mo Bei's hand has been pulled out. After pressing it with a cotton ball for a while, the hole of the needle is basically invisible.

Now that he got the paper, Mo Beizhuo folded it a few times, and put away the edges of the bamboo and hemp paper, leaving only a square area in the middle waiting for the pen and ink reception.

After finishing all this work, Mo Bei looked up at Si Ningning, stretched out his hand and said, "Pen?"

Si Ningning was a little absent-minded. Hearing Mo Bei's question about the pen, she was taken aback for a moment, and then frantically started searching, "I bought the pen, but it hasn't been sharpened yet. Wait for me..."

"The brush used for drawing is slightly different from the way I usually write. I will do it myself."

"Um... well."

Si Ningning hesitated for a moment, and finally handed the pocket knife and pencil to Mo Bei.

After that, Mo Bei sharpened the pencil, and she sat on the stool beside her in a regular manner and watched.

He said he was watching, but he was actually staring at the movements of Mo Bei's hands, and his actual thoughts had already gone far away.

After Mo Bei sharpened his pencil, he wanted to ask Si Ningning what he thought and how he planned to draw, but when he turned his head, he saw Si Ningning's lips pursed and his brows furrowed.

Mo Bei paused, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He took the bedside book and put it in front of his knees. According to his own ideas, Mo Bei held the pencil sideways and sketched the lines on the paper "russily".

When Song Shuhan came back from the tuba, Mo Bei had already sketched a few sketches of cats on paper. He was very good at drawing, and even though it was a sketch, he could still see the lifelike vigor.

Song Shuhan took a deep breath and opened his mouth to praise, but Mo Bei made a move first, put his index finger between his lips and let out a "hush", and his jaw tilted to one side in the direction of Si Ningning like a point.

Song Shuhan glanced at it instantly, and scratched the back of his head to hold back the praise.

Mo Bei quickly drew several cats, unfolded the paper and handed it to Si Ningning.

When Si Ningning saw the drawing, he only retracted his thoughts at this moment, "You, you really only painted buildings before? Isn't this painting too good? It's so good!"

"I wanted to say it just now, but Mo Bei wouldn't let me say it." Song Shuhan pouted, sitting on the stool on the other side of Mo Bei's bed and shrugged.

Si Ningning turned his head to look at Song Shuhan, but Mo Bei said at this moment, "Just don't move."

"Ok?"

"what?"

Song Shuhan and Si Ningning were stunned at the same time, but they didn't react.

"Just don't move." Mo Beichong said Ningning, then turned to look at Song Shuhan, "Help me get another piece of paper."

Song Shuhan felt a little sorry, Mo Bei pointed in the direction of the paper, and he immediately went over and took one.

Mo Bei did the same, folding the edges of the paper as before, leaving only the middle part on the book, holding the pencil sideways in his hand, turning his head to look at Si Ningning and saying: "Turn your head towards me, turn your eyes Come here for a little bit... yes, smile."

Si Ningning followed suit one by one, and probably understood that Mo Bei regarded her as a model.

While his lips were smiling, Si Ningning tried not to move his lips as much as possible, and blurted out a few words from between his teeth: "Didn't you draw cats? Why did you suddenly draw me?"

For this, Mo Bei gave a more reasonable explanation: "You brought the cat back from the academician. Isn't it normal for you to pet and hug it? Give this painting to the academician. Also feel at ease."

Like it is?

Si Ningning was a little persuaded by Mo Bei, but she didn't last long, and she asked suspiciously: "But now I'm the only one... why don't you draw me first, and then add the cat?"

Perhaps it was because he had said too long in one breath just now, but Mo Bei only gave a soft "hmm" this time.

Si Ningning was a little dazed, but in order not to disturb Mo Bei, he still tried his best to maintain his posture.

It didn't take long, after about half an hour, Mo Bei said "Okay".

Si Ningning put away the drawing of the cat in his hand, got up curiously and looked at it, but saw that there was only a vague outline of a human figure drawn on the drawing paper in front of Mo Bei's knees, probably in the posture of holding something in both hands and looking sideways at the "camera".

"Is this all right? I thought you were going to draw a face to Si Zhiqing or something?" Song Shuhan spoke first, and asked Si Ningning's doubts.

"I remember her appearance, it's the first time I draw a human body and I need a reference." Mo Bei said.

When he said that, Si Ningning understood.

Si Ningning pointed to the small ball held by the dotted human body on the paper and said: "I just took a drawing, and you changed the paper of the drawing into a small circle. Will the subsequent fine drawing be a cat?"

"En." Mo Bei nodded, affirming Si Ningning's speculation.

Song Shuhan was puzzled and said: "Since you know what to draw, why don't you just draw it? You drew a circle, and then changed it to a cat later. Wouldn't the more you draw, the more dirty you will be?"

"These are dotted lines with very light traces. When adding the outline of the cat, even if these lines are not covered, they will be sent to the solid color block, making the cat look more three-dimensional and vivid." Si Ningning explained road.

Although Si Ningning doesn't know how to draw, she can take pictures, and she has learned some knowledge about photography. Then again, since she knows how to take pictures, how can she not understand some simple retouching?
Drawing, retouching, and photography actually have a lot in common, such as shadows, lighting, light and dark sides, etc. These things all have some relationship.

"There are so many talents in painting?" Song Shuhan couldn't understand.

"Painting is also a kind of ability and skill. Different skills will lead to different employment directions in the future." Si Ningning unfolded the sketch that Mo Bei had just drawn, and said in detail: "Look at this kitten, it The color of the belly and the lower body on the right side is obviously the same as that on the back, but it is obvious that the color of the lower body is darker. If it is the light of the sun in nature, then the light must be shining from the upper left."

Among the three kittens in the painting, some are lying on the ground and flicking their tails, some are sleeping with their belly upturned, and some are sitting upright with their ears upright and their cat eyes staring at the "camera".

The three kittens have different postures, and the positions of the light and dark sides of their bodies are also different. Si Ningning explained to Song Shuhan by pointing at the paintings, and then added: "Just like I am sitting here now, do you think my left cheek is darker? The right cheek is white after all? This is because when I am in this posture, the right cheek faces the window, and the light from the window shines in."

Song Shuhan understood a bit, but on the topic of painting, he chatted with Si Ningning a few more words, "A good book can do anything, you look at the cadres in the commune, look at the orderers in the state-run restaurants, They are all literate, have you ever heard of any unit requiring them to be able to draw?"

Si Ningning smiled disapprovingly, "There are indeed more opportunities for study and employment and choices, but there are also many jobs where just being able to read is not enough. For example, students in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences not only need to be able to read, but also need to be educated. Learn about the growth habits of crops.”

"Let's talk about the position in the state-run restaurant. You only see the order clerk, but you don't see the accountant behind him. He has to be good at math and can make calculations, right?"

"Besides, there are many employment directions for painting. For example, Mo Bei always painted architecture in the past, which shows that his family has the intention of this field and wants to train him to be an architect. There are many kinds of architects, outdoor architecture and indoor architecture. , entry and exit, and some special buildings, such as power stations and dams, are all credited to architects.”

When Si Ningning gave an example, Song Shuhan was dumbfounded.

Song Shuhan has heard the name "architect", but he has never had a deep understanding of what they do.

After Si Ningning's explanation, Song Shuhan looked at Mo Bei with hot eyes, "Okay, Mo Bei, your family really has a vision, if you really become an architect in the future, then you will not be an ordinary iron job, that is Golden Rice Bowl!"

"..." Mo Bei was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

On the side, Si Ningning pursed his lips and smiled, and said in agreement: "Although it is a bit exaggerated to say so, it is true. There are too few such talents in our country."

Everyone knows that reading is the way out, but there are really not many people who understand deeper things, and not only because they don't understand, but also because this road requires investment and is difficult to walk.

Therefore, even if you choose this path, you are often fighting alone, and it takes courage and perseverance to persevere.

Si Ningning's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and Mo Bei got a hint of information from her words, his lips pursed slightly, and asked in an unclear way: "Do you like architects?"

What is the problem?
Si Ningning was stunned for a moment, and after a short consideration, she shook her head and replied half-heartedly: "It's not that I like architects, but things are rare and valuable, and everyone should admire powerful people, right?"

After saying this, Si Ningning turned to look at Song Shuhan, "What do you think?"

Song Shuhan nodded, "That's right."

Si Ningning smiled again, looked at Mo Bei and said sincerely: "I think you can give it a try, the prospect of this road is very promising."

Mo Bei nodded and did not speak again, but he silently repeated Si Ningning's words several times in his heart:
Adoration, a powerful person...

Advocating means liking, everyone likes powerful characters, so what about Si Ningning?

Does Si Ningning like it too?
For a moment, Mo Bei felt as if he had grasped the truth and had the upper hand.

"How long will it take to finish this painting?"

"There are more details in the portrait, and it won't be so fast. It will probably wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"That's it." Si Ningning nodded thoughtfully, and then said: "Then there is no rush for this one, you can draw it slowly, I will go to Academician Liang tomorrow, and this one can wait for the next time I take it with you." give her."

Mo Bei nodded, and worried again: "Can you go alone? There is nothing to do in the hospital, why don't you let Song Shuhan go with you tomorrow."

"No, I know the way, and Huo... Well, the security captain "lend" Comrade Shan to me, and I will take his car there."

Just a few words indirectly revealed the extraordinary relationship between Si Ningning and Huo Lang. Mo Beiling pursed her lips slightly, bit her lower lip lightly, lowered her eyes and said "Okay then", after which the ward fell into a panic. A short silence.

The clothes that Mo Bei had changed when he was in the hospital had been washed by Song Shuhan, probably because there was no decontamination such as soap. The blood stains on the clothes, especially the collar and front of the shirt, hadn't been completely rubbed off, and there were still a few obvious pieces left.

(End of this chapter)