The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 474

The two talked for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Duan Li should go back, before leaving, Duan Li asked.

"That Wang Xiaolian, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Xiaohua was taken aback.

"Wang Xiaolian?"

"I heard everything just now." Duan Li said, "If you find it difficult, I can help you."

Zhang Xiaohua said hurriedly.

"No, you don't know who she is..."

"I know." Duan Li interrupted her and explained, "I have checked every house in your village, and I also know what Wang Xiaolian is like."

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Duan Li, not quite understanding why he wanted to help Wang Xiaolian.

Duan Li's eyes were dark.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled.

Duan Li showed a strange smile.

"I always think that fate is a magical thing, such as me, such as Duan Yu."

Zhang Xiaohua still didn't quite understand, but Duan Li said otherwise.

"You don't care about this matter."

"But you..." Zhang Xiaohua was still a little worried.

"I helped her not for you, but for myself." Duan Li patted her on the shoulder lightly, "Don't ask, just pretend you don't know about it."

After speaking, Duan Li left.

Zhang Xiaohua watched Duan Li quickly disappear into the woods, and most of the good mood just now disappeared.

She is not really a child, nor is she really an ignorant person in the countryside. Duan Li wants to help Wang Xiaolian guess a few points and use them for himself.

This made her a little uncomfortable, not because of Wang Xiaolian, but because she couldn't accept such an approach.

But she also knows that this is hypocrisy.

Forget it, take care of yourself, even though you brought a Virgin Mary, it doesn't mean that you can really be a Virgin Mary.

After returning home, Mrs. Zhao pulled her aside and told her not to find a job for Wang Xiaolian, and Zhang Xiaohua readily agreed.

Back in the house, Zhang Daniu asked in a low voice.

"Where have you been?"

"Go out for a walk."

Zhang Daniu looked at her.

"That Duan Li came looking for you?"

Zhang Xiaohua was surprised.

"Brother, how do you know?"

Zhang Daniu watched his younger sister follow Wang Xiaolian into the woods, and he was worried about following. He didn't approach, but watched them from a distance. He saw them talking, and finally Wang Xiaolian cried, and his younger sister ran away. Walking with my sister to the river.

He knew that Duan Li was good at martial arts, so he didn't follow him because he was afraid of being discovered.

"I saw it." Zhang Daniu said.

Zhang Xiaohua nodded.

"Well, talk to me about the book."

Zhang Daniu frowned, but didn't know what to say, and finally said.

"Be careful yourself."

Zhang Xiaohua knew what he was worried about and smiled.

"Don't worry, brother, I know what to do."

Staying at home for one night, the brothers and sisters went back to town with the Zhao brothers.

Generally speaking, going home this time is not bad. Mrs. Zhao has made progress. When talking about finding a reason to come out to work, she did not expect Mrs. Zhao to have such a plan long ago. Zhang Xiaohua felt relieved and concentrated on her work. Open your own shop.

Of course, the paintings sold in the store cannot be about love, nor about fighting and killing. The most suitable ones are fairy tales, inspirational reading, and common sense of life.

Zhang Xiaohua asked Steward Zhang to print according to his own standards.

Butler Zhang was also a little surprised when he saw Zhang Xiaohua's painting. He didn't expect such a painting to exist, so he made a solemn promise.

"Don't worry, Miss Hua, I'll keep an eye on them so they don't steal away."

Zhang Xiaohua smiled.

"It's okay, they can steal if they want, you don't have to worry about it, we just print it."

Butler Zhang didn't know why, but Zhang Xiaohua said so, so let's follow it.

After Zhang Daniu and the others went to school, Duan Li was invited to come over to see the painting of the story of The White Snake, but he was very surprised!

"Can you still draw like this?"

"Who am I? I don't know how to paint. Just give me some time!"

Zhang Xiaohua's proud chin almost went up to the sky.

What she drew this time was not comics, but realistic meticulous figure paintings.

Only the fine brushwork of the photo can express the real picture on the screen.

It’s just a picture, it’s okay, what she draws is a story, which involves too many scenes and characters, complex and changeable, simply using this kind of realistic technique is exhausting, so she used some transitions Traditional line drawing, or light color, and heavy color and splash ink are used in special places, in short, everything depends on the needs of the plot.

This is also borrowed from the comics.

Some important shots in the comics are close-ups, the expressions of the characters are very clear, and the unimportant ones are just a few lines, freehand, Zhang Xiaohua appropriated this technique to the ancient style of painting, so that it will not look different up.

The reason is very simple, but it is a test of skills. A painting is easy to tell, but a story is not so easy. What she draws is not simply telling the story clearly like a comic book, but expressing the joys and sorrows of the characters. Resonating with people is not easy to do.

To be honest, this is her first attempt, and it is also the first time she feels that drawing stories is not a human job!Drawing this white lady is more tiring than drawing ten Wizard of Oz!
Duan Li quickly flipped through the pages, his expression becoming more and more serious.

"How about it, isn't the heroine beautiful?" Zhang Xiaohua asked impatiently, "Look at this white dress, and then look at her hair."

Duan Li looked up at her and said.

"I finally know why you are so skinny."

Zhang Xiaohua was very moved when she heard this.

"Honey, you finally saw that I lost weight, it's not easy!"

Seeing her exaggerated appearance, Duan Li couldn't stop laughing, and sighed, it was obviously a very serious word, but how come Zhang Xiaohua is so funny.

"You paint really well!" He praised sincerely, "This painter is even better than those painters!"

As soon as Zhang Xiaohua heard it, she immediately went on again.

"That's right, drawing requires talent. I can't do anything else, but this aspect is perfect. Let me tell you, when I was learning to draw, I understood proportion and perspective. I can do any style Come at your fingertips!"

"Proportion? Perspective?" Duan Li asked curiously.

The former has some concepts, but the latter doesn't understand.

Zhang Xiaohua pointed her own painting and told him about proportional perspective. The reason is very simple. Duan Li quickly understood and listened with great interest. It turned out that there are so many ways to draw.

Proportion and perspective are the basis of painting, which is equivalent to singing, as long as you are in tune, you can listen to it no matter what your voice is.The same is true for painting, as long as the proportion and perspective are correct, it will not be too ugly.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaohua looked at Duan Li with starry eyes.

"Do you think it can be sold?"

"Of course! What we need to consider is what kind of high price to sell!"

Duan Li was also a little excited.

He was also worried that Zhang Xiaohua's comic-style story would cause trouble if it was released. He didn't expect Zhang Xiaohua to draw such a style, so it would be fine. Many people can draw such a style, but no one draws it for such a long time. The stories and paintings are also small.

(End of this chapter)