The uncle at the pancake stall next to him glanced over and said "Ouch".

Several customers waiting for pancakes next to the stall couldn't help but come over to watch the fun. You looked at me, I looked at you, their eyes were a little surprised and eager to try.

"This painting..."

"This guy is so handsome, my God!"

"When he finishes this painting, I will try it too."

Yu Nian finished the drawing quickly, gave a look to Deng Jingwei who had just coughed, took off the thumbtack on the drawing paper, and asked: "Are you okay?"

Deng Jingwei: "...No."

Yu Nian nodded, looked at the couple, and handed the painting to them: "The painting is done."

"So fast..." The girl muttered, took the painting, and was stunned when she saw the figure above.

The lines on the paper seem to be alive.

What was painted was not the cuddling posture the two people had just assumed, but the scene when they were walking towards Yu Nian.

She pulled her boyfriend's sleeves disapprovingly and told her not to waste money, and her boyfriend touched her head to comfort her.

The girl was in a daze, remembering that during the studio training, the teacher once said that her sketches lacked tension.

At that time, she was thinking about what tension was, and she observed the objects more carefully. She took the photos and drew them carefully, looking for shapes bit by bit, but the sketches she drew were always a bit uninteresting.

Now she knows what's wrong.

It's fresh.

She thought of what the painter teacher said when he took them out to collect scenery: "The outside world is moving, children are crying and making noises and running on the street, adults carry spittoons and go out to wash, and if it is going to rain, hurry up and collect quilts and clothes... They don't

Maybe it will sit there quietly like a plaster statue in a studio, allowing you to work on it for a few hours."

It's all moving.

So what exactly is the tension to be expressed?

It's fresh.

Sketch, sketch, has the word "speed" in it.

Unlike sketching, it does not have enough time to use lines and shadows to depict and express the texture and details of different objects.

What can be captured and expressed is the vividness of that moment.

The painter wearing a hat painted quickly, imprinting the moment he saw in his mind.

Don’t pose the model specially, and don’t think over and over again.

His lines are rough, bold, and without any sloppiness.

The people in the painting are moving, and the rough picture contains the love of a young couple.

The girl's eyes fluctuate.

The boy didn't know whether the painting was good or bad. He just felt that he liked the painting very much.

But this painting seems a bit simple? It is very different from the complex and delicate paintings my girlfriend painted before. I don’t know if the one hundred yuan is a loss or not in my girlfriend’s eyes.

The boy opened the payment software, scanned Yu Nian's code, and entered one hundred in the amount column.

The girl glanced at it, took out her mobile phone and sent a hundred yuan red envelope to the boy.

"Two hundred." The girl looked at the boy's questioning gaze and said with a smile, "Let's aa."

After hearing the prompt that the payment was successful, the girl carefully held the painting, waved to Yu Nian and Deng Jingwei, and then left.

After they left, the people who had just watched Yu Nian's painting immediately lined up.

Deng Jingwei was stunned: "One ticket takes five minutes, two hundred yuan per ticket... This money is so easy to earn??"

Before he could calculate the profit, he babbled twice and whispered secretly, "We can't be so hopeless. We Yu Nian want to be famous all over the country, and tens of millions of endorsements will come easily!"

Deng Jingwei clenched his fists and encouraged himself.

Looking next to him, Yu Nian started painting again.

Thinking that his own artists were so poor that they were selling paintings to make money, Deng Jingwei began to feel ashamed of his incompetence.

There’s no way around not getting a job like this...

On Thursday, members of the S Mayor Downhill Downhill Association got into minibuses and drove slowly to the top of Wenxi Mountain.

"This time, the president is treating us to a three-day tour at Wenxi Mountain. Everyone will eat and drink well!"

"Hey, don't mention it. The slope and curves of Wenxi Mountain are quite suitable for downhill riding. Let's compare after dinner?"

"Bibi! I feel uncomfortable if I don't go uphill for a day."

A group of people were laughing and chatting. Wu Qian, the association president who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the crape myrtle flowers falling on the ground outside the window and felt a headache as he pressed his temples.

"Have a good rest and fun these days, and then I will devote myself to preparing for the competition."

As soon as he said this, the people in the car suddenly sighed.

What event? Of course it is the Tianmenshan Longboard Downhill Open, which is the highest level in the domestic longboard downhill field.

Tianmen Mountain, the Avenue to the Sky. It is a real winding road to the sky.

The total length is 10.77 kilometers, but there are 99 turns, with an average of one turn every 100 meters, and there are endless 180-degree sharp turns.

The altitude rises sharply from 200 meters to 1,300 meters. The Tongtian Road takes advantage of the mountain altitude to soar up, like a dragon soaring. It can be called the best highway spectacle in the world.

It is said that if you climb this avenue to the sky, you can go up the ladder to heaven and have a glimpse of the spectacular and wonderful sight of heaven.

—but they are downhill longboarders.

What they want to do is to go down the ladder to heaven and chase the limit on that dangerous and dangerous road.

This will be a more difficult challenge than climbing the ladder.

Wu Qian said: "For so many years, we have been losing to foreigners in our country's home stadium and on the mountains of our country. This is outrageous."

"It's not just a shame for our city, it's a shame for downhill associations all over the country."

Although I don’t want to admit it, the development of extreme sports abroad is indeed much more advanced than in China.

Coupled with the natural advantages of human race and physique, it is difficult for Chinese people to stand out in such competitions.

Often in home events held in one's own country, the top three spots are taken by foreign downhillers.

This happens often.

Wu Qian said: "I don't put too many demands on everyone. Just try your best. If I can break through and get a bronze medal, I will be satisfied!"

A bronze medal is as difficult as reaching the sky. The people in the car sighed.

Wu Qian clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. Let's think about what to eat later."

The previously dull atmosphere became active again.

The people in the minibus started talking and laughing again.

Suddenly, a young man in the back seat opened his eyes wide and pointed forward: "Fuck!"

The other people followed his gaze and looked at him, all in awe.

I saw a figure gliding across the winding mountain road in the distance on a longboard at high speed. He turned a corner, and the speed of the turn almost did not stop. The inertia caused the longboard to drift on the curve, and then it suddenly dropped at an alarming speed.

slope.

The next moment, the figure had already rushed towards me and passed by the minibus without any hesitation.

The strong wind blew in all directions.

Everyone in the car turned around and chased the figure, still keeping their mouths wide open in shock.

"It's too fast, buddy..."

"Damn, who is this? This is not from our association!"

Wu Qian always had good eyesight, and the moment he passed by a car, he caught the mole of tears under his eyes.

He decisively said to the driver: "Speed ​​up and go up the mountain quickly."

U-turns are not allowed on this mountain road. You have to go up the mountain before you can turn back down.

The people in the car also hurriedly urged.

"Quick, quick, don't let anyone run away!!"

The driver wiped his sweat and stepped on the accelerator at the urging of a group of downhill climbers who were concerned with speed.

The slow minibus sped up.

When we got up the mountain, the receptionist was already waiting with a smile. When he saw the minibus approaching, he immediately came to greet us.

Unexpectedly, the car turned around and went down the mountain without hesitation.

Receptionists: “???”

Wu Qian and others went down the mountain, but could not find the figure wearing leather clothes and protective gear.
To be continued...