The decent group was surprised to sit up and the villain was myself

And the content on her drawing board is the portrait of Mo Qianmeng.

This seemed to be an assessment of drawing skills, and Mo Qianmeng volunteered to be the mannequin for the assessment, looking forward to seeing her in the eyes of the audience.

Now the audience's painting has been completed, there is no pause during the process, and the painting is very smooth and smooth.

Now Mo Qianmeng had finished watching Yexing's painting.

"Very good. I didn't expect you to master this skill so quickly. Although you only know how to write realistically, it's still very powerful."

"really?"

Mo Qianmeng nodded slightly.

"Well, in terms of realism, I have nothing to teach you. The rest is up to you to develop yourself. You should be able to draw a person according to your own memories."

"Well, I already have an idea."

"Then go ahead."

Mo Qianmeng gave an encouragement and sighed in her heart.

Unexpectedly, her "student" turned out to be a talented painter, it was so terrifying.

At least her current painting skills are already very strong.

Now she is far away from the masters and only needs to integrate her own feelings and understanding into the paintings to create her own style.

But that level is not so easy to achieve.

It took Mo Qianmeng himself a long time to reach that state.

At this time, she stared at Ye Xing's drawing board and said, "Can you give me this painting? I want to keep it as a souvenir."

"Well, yes, you taught me how to draw, and I don't know how to repay you."

Hearing this, Mo Qianmeng originally wanted to say that he wanted to disrespect his cousin's complete dark history.

But thinking about it carefully, compared with that thing, she wants the portrait painted by the audience more, which feels more valuable.

"No need, this painting is enough. You have already graduated from the school. You can paint whatever you want next. I can lend you my studio. Come on."

After saying this, Mo Qianmeng took the painting and said goodbye to Yexing and left.

Ye Xing looked at her leaving back and couldn't help but let out a breath.

"Fortunately, I didn't take the opportunity to ask me for Motu's black history, otherwise I don't know how to refuse..."

This made Yexing a little confused.

"Has she forgotten about this? Or is the painting just now more important than the dark history of the painting? Well, what a strange person."

Afterwards, Ye Xing put the mess behind her and began to prepare a new painting.

Next, she will draw the members of the original troupe in her memory, and commemorate them in her own way.

Since the tragedy of long history cannot be changed, we can only admit it, accept it, and remember it.

And the way of drawing the portraits of the members of the first-generation troupe is the way Ye Xing remembers.

"Well... there were ten members of the first-generation theater troupe except the troupe leader, that is to say, there were ten paintings, and I don't know how long it will take to draw ten..."

But Ye Xing didn't think it was troublesome, and it didn't matter how much time it took to draw them from memory.

Chapter 36 Commemoration

After getting ready, Ye Xing took out the special paper for drawing and held the paintbrush in his hand tightly.

Ye Xing has entered a serious state, probably because he has ruled out all external factors, and even asked Ye Lan from the headquarters to ask for leave and return to the lounge to concentrate all his energy here.

With the passing of time, dusk is approaching.

Ye Xing still stayed in the studio, not planning to leave.

it's dark.

The lighting in the studio is still on, and there is only a petite figure sitting in front of the drawing board and moving the paintbrush in his hand.

Although the time we spent together was very short, Ye Xing had learned about the personalities and charms of many troupe members during the period of secretly observing them, and having seen their stage performances, the image of each troupe member was very deep.

For this reason, Ye Xing must draw their charm, and add his own understanding of them, which is also the best commemoration.

It's just that drawing like this is time consuming.

It is far more difficult to draw a portrait of a person with only the images in memory than to draw from a person.

Coupled with Yexing's pursuit of the best, it is destined not to be completed so quickly.

Soon, the time came to the wee hours of the morning.

Ye Lan had already fallen asleep, leaving only Ye Xing struggling in the studio.

Ye Xing forgot to eat and sleep, and kept on doing, without any plans to stop.

The sky is getting brighter.

The next day arrived as scheduled.

Ye Xing stayed up all night for a long time, and has already painted about half of the amount.

At this time, Ye Xing stopped for a while, looked out the window, and found that the sky was hazy, as if the next day had arrived.

"Hmm... Has the day passed? How time flies..."

After sighing, Yexing didn't want to rest, but was going to continue painting.

She has to complete the entire workload in one go, and it is difficult to enter a serious state once she stops.

Ye Xing didn't want to procrastinate, but just wanted to finish it quickly.

Until another dusk came, Ye Xing finally let out a breath.

"Phew... it's done."

After finishing the painting, Ye Xing suddenly felt a sense of collapse and almost fell to the ground.

But she can't go down just yet.

There is one very important thing left undone.

Then she picked up her mobile phone to contact Mo Qianmeng, and said her request.

Soon, Mo Qianmeng came to the studio and was a little puzzled after seeing Yexing's state.

"Could it be... have you been painting here for two consecutive days?"

"Well, it's not a big deal."

"No food, no drink, no rest?"

"No problem at all."

"No, this is a serious problem. Painting requires attention to care and your own state. Paintings that are too impatient and rush to work cannot be called good works. Although the physical fitness of star holders is much higher than that of ordinary people, I suggest It’s better for you to maintain a normal routine.”

Yexing shook his head lightly, confident in himself.

"It's ok, don't worry about my problems, I came here this time to put my painting in a frame, is that okay?"

"Well... let me see what you drew recently."

Hearing this, Ye Xing nodded in agreement, and lifted the canvas on each drawing board for professional masters to evaluate.

And when Mo Qianmeng saw those paintings, he was quickly stunned.

At first glance, she could see the extraordinaryness of those paintings, which were obviously very different from the portraits drawn by previous audiences for her.

These works seem to be the culmination of the audience. Each painting is filled with strong emotions, and even contains a kind of nostalgia, which can only be felt by painters who are more sensitive to this aspect.

Just like Mo Qianmeng, as a Yaori night watchman and a master painter, she can feel this kind of realm, so she was surprised.

Undoubtedly, these paintings of the audience have reached the mark that can be exhibited in the exhibition hall, and even far exceeded the standard.

Compared with the portraits drawn by the spectators before... it's like a sky and an earth, the gap is very big.

This made Mo Qianmeng a little speechless, and even a little resentful.

But when I think that the realm of this kind of portrait is related to the person I want to paint, there is no good relationship, and there is no need to incorporate any emotions, nor can I generate emotions.

"Performer, do the people in these portraits have a good relationship with you?"

"Well...probably, they are people I admire and people I want to commemorate, so I want to draw them from my memory."

"What does this mean..."

"Well, they're dead."

"Well, I'm sorry, so you want to frame these paintings to commemorate them?"

"Yes, it's something that has to be done, and it's the only thing I can do."

Hearing Yexing's tone, Mo Qianmeng could probably guess how important these people were to her.

Although Mo Qianmeng didn't know the people in these paintings, it didn't prevent her from helping the audience.

Then Mo Qianmeng and Ye Xing worked together to put these paintings into the frame one by one.

After a period of tossing, ten picture frames were completed.

Mo Qianmeng exhaled lightly.

"Is this okay?"

"Well, that's fine, thank you."

"It's nothing. If you want to thank you, next time you have a chance to seriously draw a portrait of me, don't be perfunctory like before."

"Well...I'll do my best."

"I'm looking forward to it, so is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Nothing."

"Then I'll go first. If there's anything else, you can continue to contact me."

"Hmm."

Then Mo Qianmeng left.

Ye Xing looked back at the picture frames. It was very difficult for him to transport them back to the theater by himself.

But she can use other powers in her body.

"Puppet filament."

Following Ye Xing's thoughts, the [Puppet City] in her body responded quickly, and soon filaments emerged to wrap around these somewhat large picture frames, and then pulled them into the air.

This doesn't require Yexing's power, it just needs her to control the direction.

After doing this, Ye Xing opened the entrance of the theater and walked into the theater with these picture frames.

Turn the angle of view.

The figure of Ye Xing appeared in the dimly lit theater.

Her footsteps did not stop just because she entered the theater, but went straight to the backstage and came to a simple wall.

This is generally the place where troupe members in the theater prepare before performing on stage, and it is the most suitable place.

"Just here..."

After making a decision, Ye Xing started to fiddle with, and began to hang those picture frames on the wall one by one, lined up, and hung them up quickly.

"Well..."

Ye Xing looked at the portrait in the picture frame on the wall, and looked at the familiar face inside, couldn't help having a sore nose, feeling the urge to cry.

She wrote it all down.

The identity of everyone in the portrait.

The make-up artist, fanatical singer, thousand faces, performer, dancing fairy, narrator, and the other four members who are proficient in various performance techniques are all great performers.

Although they have long been dormant in the long history, Ye Xing thinks that there should be proof of their existence in the theater now.

After all, they were also members of the Rising Sun Troupe.