Protagonist interpretation rules

Chapter 14 Drawing the Past
Lead white is one of the oldest artificial colors
In the ancient Victorian era, deep-seated painters used to paint canvases and drawing boards with white lead, and then used the white lead to mix with other pigments to form various levels of color.

Thousands of years have passed quietly, and it has existed on the painter's palette for too long.

But for those painters who have passed away in the long history, white lead is also the cruelest color.

Because lead white is poison.

It will penetrate into the artist's skin, destroy the artist's nerves, rob the artist of his vitality, and plant a final countdown in the deepest part of people's souls.

But the only thing that has not betrayed the painstaking efforts of the painters is the white lead.

The highlights in the eyes of the characters in the painting, the collars of princes and nobles, the curvature of jewelry and silverware... the wonderful white color is almost everywhere.

Therefore, even if alternatives such as "zinc white" or "titanium white" appear, painters who have extremely demanding requirements for highlights and covering capabilities have never given up on using lead white.

One after another great works were born, and painters left countless monuments in human civilization.

And when people's knowledge spreads throughout history, the lead in the bottle that accompanied the painter was naturally given the right to communicate with the deeper levels.

The most ironic thing is that, from this point of view, the birth of "White Lead in a Bottle" has nothing to do with the painter.

Because this kind of inspiration is born from people's remembrance of the great dead, rather than the knowledge of the dead themselves.

"The rules of this world are really magical..."

Bai Yue let out a heartfelt sigh, and pure inspiration glowed in the young man's palm.

The shape of the white lead in the bottle is like a mini transparent clay pot, which is soft and waxy when pinched. The white paint slowly flows along the inner edge of the pot.

It's like a living cream puff, twisting and turning to escape the diners' grasp.

"Jie Jie Jie, you have no way out!"

Bai Yue smiled sadly at Puff. The young man turned back and looked at the girl behind him.

"Want to try it?" Bai Yue raised his hand and asked, "I just caught it. It's still very fresh. If you eat it, you can become a creator."

"me……"

Lin Wannan stared at the inspiration in the young man's hand. The girl subconsciously took a step back, with a look of deep fear in her eyes.

Obviously, this deep journey still left a lot of psychological shadow for this ordinary high school girl.

She already knew that those creators who wandered in the depths were not glamorous.

They walk with madness and death. Without a firm will, the creators will eventually sink into the depths under the gravity of emotions and never be able to return to the warm world.

Perhaps for most ordinary people, ordinaryness is the joy of this life.

"I'm sorry, I...I can't..."

In Bai Yue's calm eyes, Lin Wannan made her choice.

She showed a pleading look: "I know that my request is very willful...Bai Yue, so..."

"Don't worry, I'm just asking for your opinion, not forcing you to eat it."

The young man looked at the other person's expression that he was about to cry, and he laughed out loud: "Then it's settled, this inspiration and price that originally belonged to you, now belong to me."

The girl looked at Bai Yue's face blankly.

Since the two of them have been separated from the influence of the drawing board, Bai Yue has gotten rid of the exaggerated knife-shaped face of the character in the book, and the boy has returned to his original appearance.

Perhaps it was because he was too busy with life and was always alone, but there was always a lingering look of fatigue on the handsome brows of the young bookstore owner.

His temperament was obviously a bit melancholy, but when he smiled, there was a reassuring power in the boy's peaceful eyes.

"It's up to me to take on this deep fate."

Bai Yue handed the white lead in the bottle to his mouth, biting the beating puff, and the white lead in the bottle became quiet as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

No taste.

If I had to describe it, Bai Yue felt like a piece of cold tofu slipped down his throat.

The digestion condition of lead white in the bottle is longing.

And to whom can a wandering stranger express his longing in his heart?

The scenery in front of Bai Yue gradually became hazy.

The oil smoke from the food stalls soaked into every gap in the old street, and the noisy voices and the smell of beer rushed in. The young man turned his head sideways, the sky was filled with neon lights, and the streets were busy with traffic. "Ayue, what are you thinking about?"

The young man was patted on the shoulder. He turned around and saw his best friend who had been together since childhood. He was holding a beer glass and looking at him with his head tilted.

"I'm thinking about your future as a great artist after graduation."

A smile appeared on Bai Yue's face, he raised his cup and clinked it with the cup held out by the girl. The wine swayed in the cup, and the splashing foam reflected the tiny lights.

"Don't mention that bullshit great artist. The art students who come out to hang out these days are treated like shit and you'd be disgusted by it!"

She drank all the beer in the cup, wearing a girl with long hair shawl, an off-shoulder black T-shirt on her upper body, straight jeans on her lower body, and canvas shoes on her feet. The overall look was mature yet cute.

"Didn't you study art just for your dream? Why are you talking about remuneration now?"

Bai Yue picked up a bunch of grilled red shrimps and patiently peeled them off.

"Fuck your dreams and stop giving me chicken soup."

The girl showed contempt in her eyes. She rubbed her index finger and middle finger together with her thumb: "What young people lack most nowadays is not some bullshit dream. It is Dao Yue. Do you understand Dao Yue?"

"Master Ning, why are you still talking about the knife?" Bai Yue handed over the peeled shrimp.

"Don't be poor, Master Bai."

She threw half of the shrimps in the young man's palm into her mouth and said confidently: "In the future, you have to follow me, Brother Ning. When our works become famous, we will make a lot of money."

"How can I have any artistic ability?"

Bai Yue poured the remaining shrimp into his mouth and said with a smile, "Why don't you teach me how to draw now?"

"Hey! It's not easy, A-Yue! You used to be very stubborn!"

The girl's eyes lit up instantly. She leaned over and hugged the young man's shoulders: "Tell me about your future study plan?"

"There is no study plan, just now." Bai Yue said helplessly.

"Tsk, you can learn a lot from half a bucket of water in just a short while."

The girl said she was disgusted, but she stretched out her hand to hold Bai Yue's palm. She said sharply: "Extend your index finger, and I will teach you how to grasp the lines."

"What are you going to draw?" She dipped the young man's finger into the beer in the cup. The girl turned her head and her eyes were filled with the other person's face.

Bai Yue thought for a while.

After a moment, he said seriously: "I want to paint the past."

"You are like the Party A who has a serious illness."

The girl rolled her eyes: "Why don't you listen to what you are saying?"

Bai Yue did not respond.

"Well, let me draw a simple street scene for you."

The girl moved the young man's hand, and gradually, the beer on the table outlined the scene of the street.

The lines are very simple, with a moon, a building, a car, a street, and a barbecue stall. There are two simple matchstick figures sitting in the barbecue stall.

"This is your artistic talent. I can't even see it." Bai Yue let the other party do what he did.

"You know what the heck, this is called a few strokes, showing the charm. All the landmarks of this street have come to life."

She pointed at the paintings and introduced them one by one: "Well, the Mid-Autumn Moon, Tianmao Mall, Pedestrian Street, and this old store that we often pay attention to, isn't this obvious?"

Finally, the girl pointed to the little man on the bench, and she smiled sweetly: "And you and me."

The white lead in the bottle Bai Yue swallowed was completely digested in an instant.

The creation ends here, because the 'work' has been successfully born...

The young man turned his hand to hold the girl's hand, but he missed it, and everything around Bai Yue just disappeared.

The boy opened his eyes.

The sun is shining brightly in the bookstore.

(End of this chapter)