diymy Chapter 25 Custom Poster
Chapter 25 Custom Poster
The weather was fine and sunny.
Lin An was in a good mood as he walked towards the art department.
"The Sacred Tree".
A novella by writer Liu Qingbang.
The general plot is that the two protagonists lure strangers under the guise of making money by mining coal, take them to work in the coal mine, kill them at the bottom of the mine, and then impersonate the deceased's relatives to collect compensation from the mine owner.
The entire story is extremely dark, vividly and exquisitely depicting the darkness of society and the ugliness of human nature.
In 2003, this novel was adapted into the film "Blind Shaft" by director Li Yang.
The film beat Zhang Yimou's "Hero" to win the Silver Bear at the Berlin International Film Festival.
Grassroots actor Wang Baoqiang won the Best New Performer Award at the 40th Golden Horse Awards for his role in the film.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying away the sticky heat from the skin and bringing a strange sense of comfort.
Lin An took a deep breath, as if he could smell money, and his steps became lighter.
Tang Yu, a third-year art student, in the studio on the third floor... Although he didn't know why Hai Qing looked at him like that, since she was a student, he probably wouldn't do anything out of line.
With this thought in mind, Lin An stood in front of the Yifu Building.
As you walk up the stairs, the hallway is filled with a smell of turpentine and paint mixed together, which gets stronger the higher you go.
Several student works, including oil paintings, watercolors, and sketches, are hanging on the walls of the second-floor corridor.
Judging by Lin An's brain, which was "modified" by the cassette tape, he can only be described as mediocre.
He glanced around a few times, and finding nothing particularly exciting, he continued upwards.
The corridor on the third floor was very quiet.
The studio doors were mostly closed, with only occasional bursts of music or the scratching of pencils on paper escaping through the cracks.
He walked to the end of the corridor, to the second to last room, where a heated argument was taking place.
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"Bullshit! Do you even know how to draw?!"
The boy's voice rang out, tinged with obvious irritation.
"What's wrong? Wasn't this drawing quite good?"
Another voice defended itself, but it clearly lacked confidence.
"Who has two dogs?!" the man said angrily.
"A crippled hellhound..." Lin An muttered to himself, took a step forward, and gently knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
The arguing inside stopped abruptly.
The door was pulled open from the inside, and a tall, thin boy with a middle parting peeked out, looking Lin An up and down.
Who are you looking for?
"Tang Yu," Lin An said.
The boy's expression turned strange for a moment. He glanced back at the art studio, then turned back and lowered his voice:
"What do you need from your senior?"
A series of slow, drawn-out footsteps echoed from the studio, growing louder as they approached.
Who is it?
A voice came from behind the door, tinged with laziness and impatience.
The boy with the middle parting stepped aside, and a young man who was half a head taller than him appeared in the doorway.
He was wearing a white T-shirt stained with paint, had a buzz cut, and a round figure, but his eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly delicate.
"I am Tang Yu, who are you?"
"Literature Department Continuing Education Program, Lin An."
Lin An introduced himself: "Hai Qing introduced me to this place."
Tang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is Hai Qing?"
Lin An was stunned, completely unexpected by this answer.
Haiqing introduced him, but the other person didn't know Haiqing at all.
After regaining his composure, Lin An said, "The acting department, class of '97."
Tang Yu rolled his eyes and said irritably:
"If I could remember that easily, why would I even be asking you?"
That makes sense... Lin An smiled slightly:
"It's okay if we don't know each other, we can just get to know each other."
Tang Yu leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and looked him up and down for a few seconds, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.
"I hope your abilities are more important than your looks."
He stepped aside, making a small opening. "Come in."
The studio was bigger than I had imagined.
The room was about 30 square meters. There were several rows of wooden easels against the wall, and paint tubes, palettes, and rags stained with paint were scattered on the floor.
Two easels were set up by the window. On one of the paintings, a "creature" with distorted lines and severely unbalanced body proportions was baring its teeth and glaring at the outside of the canvas.
Lin Anduo took another look and his impression of Tang Yu changed drastically.
Even from his limited perspective, this painting has many problems.
The harsh lines and unbalanced proportions make the whole painting look particularly eerie.
It's fair to say that the two disproportionate heads are the least of the flaws in the entire painting.
Lin An silently assessed that he was actually a stubborn but soft-hearted person.
"Get to the point."
Tang Yu's voice came from behind, tinged with impatience.
Lin An withdrew his gaze, turned around, pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his schoolbag, and handed it over.
"This is a drawing I did. Would you accept it?"
Tang Yu took the paper and unfolded it.
The above is a Doraemon sketch that Lin An drew with a pencil a few days ago. After sticking it on the refrigerator to appease his mother, he couldn't bear to throw it away.
Tang Yu stared at the sketch for a few seconds, his previously relaxed expression slowly becoming serious.
He tilted his head, held the drawing paper up to a better light, his brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed, then furrowed again.
The boy with the middle parting also came over for a look, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.
"Did you draw this?" Tang Yu looked up at him.
"Um."
"How long did it take?"
"About half an hour." Lin An doubled the time to minimize the impact.
Upon hearing this, Tang Yu's expression visibly relaxed.
He said calmly, "It's a bit slow, but it's still acceptable."
Lin An smiled and said, "I heard you collect hand-drawn posters here?"
Tang Yu remained silent.
He turned and walked to the corner of the studio, rummaged through a crammed metal cabinet and pulled out a comic book. The cover was worn white and the corners were curled, clearly indicating that it had been read countless times.
Dragon Ball.
Akira Toriyama's classic work.
He pulled out a few more sketches from the cabinet, flipped through them a few times, picked one out, and handed it to Lin An.
Lin An took it and saw that it was a line drawing of Sun Wukong drawn in pencil.
Super Saiyan form, with hair standing on end, a ferocious expression, and exaggerated muscle lines, typical of shonen manga style.
It's not particularly refined, but the composition is exquisite enough, clearly the result of a long period of practice.
"Go back and draw it from there." Tang Yu put his hands in his pockets.
Lin An looked down at the line drawing in his hand, then looked up at Tang Yu, puzzled:
"you mean?"
Tang Yu explained, "I will accept orders based on your skill level. Different skill levels have different prices, but the minimum is 15."
He paused for a moment, then added, "No matter the price, I'll take a 4 yuan cut."
So it was a middleman... Lin An nodded and said:
"Can."
Tang Yu gave him a strange look, but didn't say anything, only instructing him:
"There's a time limit. If you exceed the time limit, I won't accept the finished drawing."
Lin An said there was absolutely no problem.
Anyway, Doraemon can use the ability card, so there shouldn't be any problem if the robot cat doesn't sleep.
Even if all else fails, isn't there a 24-hour hotline?
You won't need to sleep for 24 hours after eating it, and you won't feel tired.
One bottle contains 60 capsules and costs only 30 points.
As long as there are orders, Doraemon can keep being drawn.