jdhmnovel Chapter 370 Painting
Chapter 370 Painting
"Wow! It's so beautiful, Chief!" Wang Hua stared at Wang Ze with his big watery eyes and said in amazement.
Wang Ze smiled helplessly and responded: "Okay, okay, I'll draw another one for you later. These drawings are for Wang Chun to use as a reference."
He didn't expect that his superpowers would be so effective in painting.
These paintings seem to have vitality. The characters and scenes in the paintings are lifelike, full of agility and charm.
Wang Ze couldn't help but marvel at the magic of superpowers, which could perfectly display the spirit of the painting, allowing every viewer to deeply feel the emotions contained therein.
But these were not drawn by him personally, which made him feel somewhat regretful.
Otherwise, he really wanted to take an easel to the pedestrian street and show off.
He would feel uncomfortable if such a perfect masterpiece of art could not be appreciated by others.
"How is it? Are these pictures helpful to you?" Wang Ze asked.
Wang Ze referenced a game before the time travel for many of the characters in the film, Black Goku.
But he did not completely copy the settings in the game, but adjusted them according to his own preferences and creativity.
For example, for the character of Bajie, he prefers the image design of the TV series version.
After all, the image of Bajie in the game is not very likable, and the TV series needs to face a wider audience, so it cannot be too focused on restoring the original image.
"It's amazing." Wang Chun murmured to himself.
She was deeply shocked by the characters drawn by Wang Ze, and a strong desire to create surged in her heart.
"Chief, you have completed the design of the character modeling. Let me take care of it next." Wang Chun said confidently.
The impact these paintings brought to her made her feel as if she had witnessed the real Monkey King with her own eyes, and she gained a completely new understanding of the work "Journey to the West".
"Okay, you can take these paintings. Pay attention to details when taking pictures, and communicate with the Computer Research Institute in time if you encounter technical problems." Wang Ze said with a smile.
After hearing this, Wang Chun carefully put the scrolls on the table in order.
Worried that the ink had not dried yet, she blew on it gently.
However, when she held the scroll in front of her, she was surprised to find that the ink did not seem to be all attached to the surface of the paper. Many lines actually appeared inside the paper, creating a three-dimensional effect.
Wang Chun held the rolled-up paintings and carefully left the mountain base.
"Chief..." Wang Hua called softly from the side.
"Wait." Wang Ze said with a sigh.
Wang Hua is already over 30 years old, but she seems like she hasn't grown up yet. Is it because she has been living a carefree life in the base?
Wang Ze concentrated his mind and used his superpowers to control the ink again.
The ink gradually blended into the paper, and soon, small dots and lines began to appear on the white paper.
Wang Hua was watching on the side, stunned, with excitement flashing in his eyes.
The image on the screen is exactly what she is! She is sitting by the window, with one hand supporting her chin, her eyes focused on the scenery outside the window, while the other hand is holding a paintbrush, seemingly depicting the beautiful scenery in front of her.
She sat on a stool, painting the scenery outside the window on the easel in front of her.
What made her even more excited was that this painting was not as perfect as the one Wang Chun had taken away before, and it did not look like a photo.
On the contrary, it bears subtle traces of brushstrokes, as if each stroke was actually drawn.
Compared to the lifelike portrait of the Monkey King, Wang Hua felt that he liked this kind of work more.
"Okay, let's see if you like it." Wang Ze admired the painting he had just completed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a satisfied smile.
Then he turned and looked at Wang Hua and said.
However, when he saw Wang Hua's expression, he immediately realized that this question was redundant.
Wang Hua was immersed in excitement, his face flushed and his eyes staring at the painting with sparkling eyes.
"I'm so beautiful!" Wang Huaqing couldn't help but mutter to herself, with a hint of amazement in her voice.
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch the painting but was afraid of damaging it.
"I have a good temperament..." Wang Hua said excitedly while looking at himself in the painting
Wang Ze shook his head helplessly. He originally wanted to say that you don’t have such temperament, but in the end he held back and didn’t say it out loud.
Wang Hua picked up the painting carefully, fearing that he would accidentally damage it.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Hua raised his head again and said to Wang Ze in a coquettish tone: "Chief, can you help me frame this painting? I'm afraid I might accidentally damage it..."
Wang Ze originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw Wang Hua's pitiful appearance, he nodded in the end.
He just waved his right hand, and the stool next to him suddenly made a crisp sound, then broke into pieces of wood with a snap.
These fragments quickly combined into a picture frame and a backboard in the air. The glass on the window not far away also fell off automatically, as if controlled by an invisible force, slowly floating towards the picture frame and covering it.
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water and completed in one go.
"Okay, put it in yourself." Wang Ze waved his hand casually, signaling Wang Hua to put the painting into the frame.
After saying this, he ignored Wang Hua who was carefully pretending to be painting beside him.
Wang Ze controlled the ink and began to flash on the paper.
As he moved, beautiful paintings appeared on the paper one after another.
Some depict magnificent landscapes, while others show mysterious myths and terrifying devil images.
There are also some paintings that depict romantic love, which makes people immersed in it.
Wang Ze created dozens of paintings in one breath before he stopped and carefully appreciated his own works.
Finally, he nodded with satisfaction, turned to Wang Hua and said, "Wang Hua, go frame these paintings and hold an exhibition for me."
Wang Hua was looking at a pile of paintings on the table. She even left her own portrait aside. If her portrait showed more indifference, then all these paintings on the table together made all kinds of emotions come rushing to her.
It is very difficult to make people who see the painting feel the emotions of the painting directly, but now Wang Hua feels like he is going to have schizophrenia as he feels so many emotions at the same time.
Only after hearing about Wang Ze's paintings did he come back to his senses and quickly looked away, not daring to look at the paintings again.
"Patriarch, why don't you frame it yourself?" Wang Hua asked curiously.
"I have to do everything, what do you need me to do?" Wang Ze said to Wang Hua with a squint.
"Oh, I'll do it right away." Wang Hua said and walked out of the room.
After a while, Wang Hua came in with dozens of girls from the performance troupe.
After they came in, they saluted to Wang Ze and greeted him in unison: "Greetings, Chief!"
The sound is clear and pleasant, as beautiful as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.
After the greetings, the girls leaned over and carefully picked up the painting on the table with gentle movements.
Each of them would be stunned for a moment when they saw the painting for the first time, with amazement and fascination revealed in their eyes.
But soon, they would resist the urge to continue admiring, and gently pick up a painting, as if protecting a precious pearl, and leave the room.
Wang Ze felt very happy seeing how cautious they were.
After all, he had spent several hours drawing this, and he would be unhappy if it was not appreciated.