Chapter 233： The pinnacle of performance art

【Hint: You are dead! 】

Watching "The Choice of Destiny" on the screen, which enters the countdown again.

Qin Yu rubbed his swollen temples and looked up at the clock on the wall.

At 11:25 in the morning, only 4 seconds have passed since he entered the game.

This was also discovered by Qin Yu later.

The ratio of the time in the game to the actual time is 60 minutes = 1 second.

This is what he would say, if "The Choice of Destiny" can be opened to the public.

The greatest confidence that all game companies are going to close down!

Think about it, 1 hour a day is equivalent to 3,600 hours more living in the game = 5 months.

However, the upper limit of the time spent in the game is 2 hours in reality.

That is 10 months in game time.

In Qin Yu's experience, unless he stays in a safe area and does not go out.

Otherwise, no one can hold onto the 2-hour limit.

This is a highly demonized wasteland world, as long as you leave the ‘safe zone’.

Dangerous moments will come from all directions, and sometimes you will die when you walk.

That happened when he and the village guards first went to eradicate the steel-beaked free-range chickens.

The guard leading the team weakened his legs, and his body fell to the ground like mud.

Turning it over, the facial features melted like a candle, and the whole body turned into pus and penetrated into the earth in just 3 seconds.

The cause of death was the deep erosion of demonic energy and the complete collapse of the body!

Therefore, some people are really gone as they walk.

Sha Man, who was still looking for inspiration from the photos, murmured: "The colors here are so strange..."

The beating voice in his mind gradually disappeared, and Qin Yu sat next to him and asked, "Where?"

Shaman pointed to the upper right corner of the photo, "Here, how does this contrast come about?"

For her, the photo in front of her is not a whole, but divided into different color areas.

The gradual and blurred focal length is her most interesting place.

In fact, Shaman didn't think that photos could inspire him.

But she quickly found the point of interest, Qin Yu's use of angle and light in the shooting process.

Explain to her her shooting angle and philosophy.

Sha Man suddenly buttoned her notebook, "I thought about it."

Throwing the notebook on the sofa, Shaman rushed into the living room with bare feet.

"Careful, click~" The paint bucket that had just been packed was knocked over, and the colors flowed all over the floor.

Sha Man's feet were covered with paint, but she rushed to the drawing board like a demon, grabbed the paintbrush and stared at the canvas and lifted it up.

Apologizing to the four dumbfounded aunts, Qin Yu beckoned them to the welcome room.

"To clean up here today, it's hard work."

Each person transfers 1,000 yuan, and the previous helplessness and exhaustion are completely eliminated.

The lead aunt squinted her eyes with a lovely smile, "Sir, if we need to come tomorrow, please."

Although cleaning is very hard, cleaning paint is even more difficult.

However, the daily income of 1,000 yuan...Sweet!

Perhaps Qin Yu was too generous, and the two aunts wanted to go back and simply clean up the paint bucket they had kicked.

"No, she can't be disturbed this time!" The four aunts who said ‘definitely come back’ were sent away.

Qin Yu came to the living room and sat on the floor not far behind Sha Man.

Watching her waving her arms and painting her debut colors on the canvas, Qin Yu waited for the final product!

...

At five o'clock in the morning, Shaman, who made the last stroke, bit the paintbrush, and leaned back with both hands to admire her painting.

The two works were completed in one go, and they were completed without any pause.

There is no big improvement in technique, but in the use of color and sense of hierarchy.

Shaman knew that she had entered a whole new field!

Thinking of the person who brought this to herself, Shaman turned her head quickly, eh...

The paintbrush ran across the bridge of Qin Yu's nose and touched the tip of his nose.

Click!

The paintbrush fell to the floor.

Sha Man was sitting on the ground like a crazy kid, looking up, her legs bent and kicking back and forth laughing.

When the tears of her smile were almost coming out, the light above suddenly dimmed.

Opening his eyes, a coolness appeared on his forehead.

Using a paintbrush dipped in red paint, drew a tortoise on her forehead. Qin Yu nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that I have a talent for painting. It's a waste."

Shaman in front of the mirror was speechless. When did he become so narcissistic?

Looking at the small turtles on her forehead, Shaman's eyes rolled around, "No, I want to draw it back!"

"what?"

Qin Yu turned her head over her ears with her hands as if she couldn't hear, and asked, "You want to have another one, no problem!"

"Qin Yu." Sha Man stomped angrily and rushed to the paintbrush stand.

Wow~

A roll of brand new canvas more than two meters wide fell on the ground, bounced and rolled forward.

During the laughter and chase, both of them were painted in color by each other.

Rolling, lying on the side, creeping, extending...

One by one, vivid and rich color patterns bloom on the white canvas!

...

Sitting on the warm floor, Qin Yu rubbed his dizzy head.

Most of the living room has become a colorful world of colorful paint.

If the bear children see these, they will love this place to death.

Realizing that Sha Man was also awake, Qin Yu said with a smile: "It seems that you are going to replace these furniture."

Shaman doesn't care about furniture ruined by paint at all.

Looking back at the ‘Masterpiece of Art completed by the two on the canvas,’ smiled in his eyes and said, "You said, how about hanging it up after mounting it?"

Shaman pointed to the empty wall in the living room, "Hang it there, and the guests who came just can enjoy it."

"..."

Look at the two red circles on the canvas with a green pattern in the middle.

Qin Yu looked at her and said clearly, ‘Is this okay? ’

"This is art, performance art, understand?"

Sha Man stood up, clapped her hands and nodded: "It's so decided, I'll call someone to mount the frame later."

The entire canvas can be roughly counted, and it can be spliced ​​into a masterpiece of performance art with a width of 4 meters 4 and a length of 5 meters 6!

And, Shaman quickly turned it into reality.

I washed the paint on my body and just walked out of the bathroom.

Qin Yu has already seen a custom picture frame about the size of the front wall.

"So fast?"

Sha Man said happily: "Their family specializes in making large-size picture frames, and they usually stock them."

The middle-aged man who was instructing the workers to mount the frame smiled and said, "It's also a coincidence. It happens to have the right size. This was originally for a hotel.

As for why the hotel did not want it in the end, it was a matter between the business and the hotel.

After the canvas is mounted, the frame proofread angle is hung on the wall.

Qin Yu stepped back and caught the whole picture.

It turns out that... the effect is surprisingly good!

Sha Man smiled in satisfaction, "Thanks for your hard work, I will call the boss directly for the money."

"Okay, Miss Shaman, then I'll leave first." The other party happily took the person away.

This is not the first time the two parties have cooperated.

Sha Man is a big employer in the shop, not only has his own studio.

There is also an oil painting exhibition hall of its own in Hudu, where there is a lot of money.

This is not something anyone can do.

Seeing Sha Man using her mobile phone to transfer money, Qin Yu asked curiously: "How much money is this picture frame?"

Sha Man responded without raising her head: "It's not expensive, more than 40,000."

Hearing what she said, Qin Yu looked curiously at the gold edge of the frame, "Aren't these gilded?"

"Yes!"

Sha Man put down her phone and said naturally, "For such works, of course we must use better frames!"

Gan!

The confidence of the rich woman's speech is not the same, you just have to be happy.

The living room is still messy, so give her the business card left by the cleaning lady yesterday.

Qin Yu ordered two takeaways, "Go ahead, there is still work to do today!"

"Um Sha Man nodded, and hesitated, "Remember to come to me when you have time. "

Watching her pretending to be calm, with her hands wrapped around her chest, she stood there admiring the embarrassment she turned into.

Qin Yu folded and hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead again, "Yes, I want to send me a WeChat account!"

The elevator doors closed, as if the statue of Sha Man put down his hands.

After taking a few quick breaths, he straightened up and touched the kissed place on his forehead with his hand.

Looking at the behavior paintings on the wall again, the expression is a little bit more intoxicated and happy.

Everyone has their own definition of happiness.

Shaman's happiness is to be able to be with the people she likes and do simple and interesting things.

There is no need to consider the world's gaze, the identity of the other party, origin, family and other factors.

Those things are too troublesome for her, all she wants is pure pleasure, nothing more!