I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 791

It's still early now, and it was only after six o'clock in the evening after dinner.

Even in normal times, it was too early to go to bed at this time.

What's more, he slept for so long this afternoon, and now he can't sleep even if he is asked to sleep.

Back in the room, Xiao Ai took a novel, leaned against Guangyou's bedside, and read it carefully.

And Guangyou sat next to Xiao Ai, holding a pencil and making a draft in his notebook.

He wanted to record the scene in the dream in the form of a painting.

rather than by memory.

The contents of dreams are easily forgotten.

At the moment when I just woke up, I may still remember seven or eight out of ten.

But in the blink of an eye, only one out of ten of the content of the dream may be remembered.

Those who are better can remember the general plot of the dream, the environment in the dream, and the characters that appeared in the dream.

It is even possible to remember one or more fragments of a dream.

And those who are worse, it is estimated that the content of the dream can be forgotten by turning around.

It's pretty good for someone like him who can still remember a scene after waking up.

As the gears of time turn, memories may be covered with a layer of dust, or buried deep in the mind.

In order to avoid this from happening, Guangyou felt that it was a good choice to draw this scene while he still remembered clearly.

It just so happens that I have nothing to do right now, so painting can also pass the time.

Because it was just a draft, Guangyou drew it very casually, without any details, just a simple outline.

"What are you drawing?" Xiao Ai turned her head to look at the notebook, but because it was a draft, she didn't see what Guangyou was drawing.

"Guess." Guangyou stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at Xiao Ai.

After glancing at the notebook again, Xiao Ai guessed: "Scenery?"

She also knew that Guangyou was just drawing a rough draft, so she couldn't see what he was drawing, but she could tell a general idea.

"Guessed a small part of it right." Guangyou affirmed Xiao Ai's guess, but still didn't tell Xiao Ai what he was drawing.

"Forget it." Xiao Ai glanced at Guangyou with a smile on his face, seeing that he didn't mean to tell her, she lowered her head and continued to read.

Hearing Xiao Ai say this in a flat tone, Guangyou shook his head with a smile, and explained to her in a low voice.

"I had a dream in the afternoon. When I woke up, I remembered a scene in it. Because I liked that picture, I wanted to draw it."

"Dream?" Xiao Ai glanced at the notebook, then at Guangyou.

"Ah."

After answering, Guangyou lowered his head, pointed to the draft in the notebook with a pencil, and said to Xiao Ai, "The person in the middle is you."

As he said that, Guangyou remembered that scene again, and at the same time, he suddenly had some ideas, so he started to write directly and added a few more strokes to the draft.

Inspiration is a rare thing, and occasionally it flashes in your mind. If you can't catch it, you may not be able to remember it when you look back.

"Me?" Xiao Ai thought of the sentence Guangyou said before, "I drew a picture in a dream", and suddenly understood something.

"En." Guangyou stopped writing after recording the inspiration, raised his head to look at Xiao Ai, and nodded affirmatively.

"It's you who drew it."

After saying this to Xiao Ai, Guangyou turned the notebook forward a few pages, and said, "The pictures I draw are basically related to you."

Then, Guangyou turned back again.

The difference from before is that this time he slowed down so that Xiao Ai could see the painting clearly.

"Yeah, I see"

As Guangyou turned the pages backwards, Xiao Ai's gaze swept over the notebook, carefully looking at the paintings on it.

"The painting is not bad." Xiao Ai lowered her head, her drooping hair concealed the curvature of her lips, and after a while, she praised in a flat tone.

"Hey." Guangyou laughed twice, then turned to the page of the draft, looked at the draft, and recalled the scene in his dream.

Flower sea, white skirt, her.

These main elements are present in the draft, and now it’s just a matter of adding billions of details to the draft.

To be honest, he couldn't remember any details in that picture.

He has to figure it out for himself.

Apart from having a general idea, it is no different from ordinary drawing a picture.

Therefore, Guangyou is not in a hurry to draw this painting.

Instead, he suddenly had a new idea.

"Aren't you going to continue drawing?" Seeing that Guangyou had turned to a new page, Xiao Ai asked.

She also wanted to see what the painting looked like.

"No rush." ​​Guangyou nodded and explained, "I really like that picture, so I want to make it perfect."

"Let me take a look after the painting is finished?" Xiao Ai looked at Guangyou and asked.

"Well, I will definitely show it to you." Guangyou nodded, picked up a pen, and started to make a draft in the notebook.

"What are you drawing now?" Xiao Ai glanced at the notebook, but it was only in the draft stage, so she couldn't see what was being drawn.

"Look down and you'll know." Guangyou sold a lawsuit and continued to draft.

The background of this painting is not as complicated as the sea of ​​flowers. Guangyou just drew a window in the center and a few small photo frames beside it.

Then, Xiao Ai saw Guangyou drew two people in front of this window.

Two people were sitting by the window, and one of them seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It's just a draft at the moment, so I can't see it clearly.

"Xiao Ai, you should read the novel first."

Stopping the pen in his hand, Guangyou conceived and said to Xiao Ai, "I'll call you when the drawing is almost done."

"Hmm." Xiao Ai didn't continue reading after hearing this, turned around, held the novel in her hands, and started reading from where she left off.

For the next ten minutes, both of them were doing their own things. After Guangyou finished the draft, he started to draw the line draft.

And Xiao Ai is holding a novel, leaning against the head of the bed, and reading it carefully.

"It's almost there." Guangyou looked at the picture he had drawn, and nodded in satisfaction, "It's just not colored, it will look better after it is colored."

"Okay?" Xiao Ai turned her head when she heard it, glanced at the notebook, and then there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"So you drew the scene where we sang together."

I saw a window painted on it, and two people were sitting in front of the window.

One of them was holding a guitar in his hand, and the other was leaning on his shoulder.

At first glance, they appear to be facing the window, but upon closer inspection, they appear to be aiming at each other.

"Well, yes." Guangyou nodded, brushed off the rubber crumbs on the paper with his hand, and blew again, "I think that scene is pretty good to draw."

"not bad."

"That is."

Gladly accepting Xiao Ai's compliment, Guangyou clicked his tongue, "It's just that it hasn't been colored yet, but if it's colored, it should feel better."

He used very ordinary pencils, not colored pencils, and was unable to draw the feeling of the sunset.

"I'm going to get some colored pencils." Guangyou put the notebook aside, and then went to get the colored pencils that he bought but hadn't used for a while.

"Xiao Ai, please read the novel for a while, I will paint this first."

Putting aside the temporarily unused colors, Guangyou picked up a colored lead and started to color.

Coloring a painting is a hard work, and it cannot be completed in a short time.

So Guangyou didn't want to color the whole painting either.

You only need to draw the feeling of the sunset, and then add some color to the characters.

"Ah."

After watching Guangyou color the painting for a while, Xiao Ai turned around and continued reading the novel.

During the period, she would also turn her head to look at Guangyou's progress, and her eyes would stay on the two people in front of the window. After a while, her cherry lips slowly curled into an arc.

(End of this chapter)