Monster Apartment

Gu Bai had a dream.

In his dream, he was floating in the sky, and underneath was the quiet of the night, except for the street lights, Jiuzhou Mountain and Sea Garden.

The surroundings are quiet, and occasionally you can see vehicles passing by outside the community. The lights flash by, and the sound cannot be heard in the community.

The night sky is clear, and in S City, which is somewhat polluted, you can see a bright galaxy across the night sky as soon as you look up. The silver light of the moon gently shrouded the city under the night, and the city that never sleeps in the distance is still brilliant as the lights of the day.

This apartment complex, like the only silence in a fire, looks exceptionally peaceful and peaceful under the moonlight.

Gu Bai floated stupidly on the heights, looked around, then lowered his head to look at his bare feet.

He was still wearing the short-sleeved pajamas of Doraemon.

He heard a clear dragon chant.

Gu Bai followed the sound and saw that a group of light illuminating the night was hovering in the sky, as if patrolling the territory, walking around the huge city a few times.

The light group was full of righteousness and solemnity, hovering in the sky moving slowly and quickly, and finally rushed toward Gu Bai's direction at a swift speed.

Gu Bai gradually saw what was wrapped in the light.

Its head and tail resemble a dragon, a horse body, lin feet, resembling a tiger and leopard, and its scaled armor resembles gold and jade. It seems to be a mighty force while walking.

Gu Bai watched it coming from a high place and slowly falling, as if turning his head to look at him, then quietly stopped on the roof of the unit where he lived, raising his hair and let out a long and clear dragon chant.

Gu Bai woke up.

He turned off the alarm clock in a dazed manner, yawned, and stood up. Mu dumbly looked out of the window in a daze for a while.

It seemed as if he had dreamed of something last night. Gu Bai remembered it while changing his clothes, but the dream seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. In the end, the only thing that stayed in his memory was the two dragons.

After he washed, he fry an egg and a few slices of bacon, took out a few slices of toast from the refrigerator, made two sandwiches at will, and perfunctory breakfast, then climbed up to the second floor.

The four design drafts were packed, but they were not taken down on the second floor because of Si Yiming's sudden visit yesterday.

Gu Bai is going to take them today and ask the teachers and seniors for their opinions.

He picked up the four scrolls that had been rolled up, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the only scroll still hanging on the wire rope on the second floor.

With the strong ink painting in Xingyi, the roaring dragon head is flaring its teeth and dancing claws at the people outside the painting to show its power.

Gu Bai tilted his head slightly, the dragon chant in the dream still remaining in his ears.

He felt that the dream that he didn't remember clearly last night was mostly affected by this painting.

The spiritual sensitivity of literary and art practitioners is always much higher than that of practitioners in other fields.

They can always grab some details that others can't see from a small and ordinary thing, and extend and expand them, and finally start with this object to complete a work, thereby expressing their thoughts and feelings. .

The so-called design and creation are also the concretization of this kind of thinking.

It is very common for Gu Bai to dream of something in the painting because of seeing an excellent painting.

Gu Bai carefully took the scrolled painting in his arms, took another look at the ink painting, and pulled the slippers downstairs, stuffed the newly bought laptop into his backpack, and went out.

When you go out, it's the peak time for everyone to go to work.

As soon as Gu Bai closed the door, he turned around and saw Si Yiming who was also out.

Today, Zhai Liangjun and Huang Yining are not tossing about. Although the upstairs and the downstairs are equally lively, they are still within an appropriate range.

Gu Bai didn't reject the excitement full of life, and even felt very relaxed and happy.

The kindness given by others these days has made Gu Bai, who has always been introverted and passive, feel joy and ironing from the heart.

He couldn't help showing a bright smile to the boss at the door, and across a patio, he took the initiative to say hello: "Mr. Si early!"

There was a strange pause up and down the floor.

But Si Yiming didn't realize it.

He turned his head to look at Gu Bai, feeling that he was pierced by Gu Bai’s brilliant smile like a little sun. After a little dazed, he slightly nodded to Gu Bai who was standing opposite. He just wanted to leave, and stopped again. One sentence: "Morning."

Gu Bai heard the sound of residents in this building sucking in cold air.

He couldn't help but look up and down, and found that those unknown faces were looking at him with incredible and cherished eyes.

The smile on Gu Bai's face disappeared little by little under this gaze, and he leaned against the wall, avoiding the line of sight from the upper and lower floors, and walked slowly towards the elevator.

He went downstairs in the same elevator as Si Yiming.

When Gu Bai left the elevator, Si Yiming suddenly said, "Sleep well at night and don't run around."

"Hey?" Gu Bai said with a blank expression.

But the elevator door was closed, and we got down to the underground parking lot.

Gu Bai carrying a backpack on the way to the Art Expo Center was a little daunted by what Si Yiming said.

Fortunately, it is not something that needs to be figured out. Gu Bai always doesn't care too much. If he can't figure it out, he doesn't think about it. A man who can afford to put it down.

Gu Bai cast aside his doubts and walked on the road, taking a deep breath.

I always feel that today's air seems to have become much fresher, and even the grass and trees on the roadside exude a relaxing fragrance.

He took the pass and led the way into the park.

The park deliberately gave them a separate studio to do design and place materials for them.

Gu Bai came early today. When he entered the studio, he found that he was the first one today.

Their daily working hours are very standard from 9 to 5, and it is only 8 o'clock now. The group of seniors who are free to work and rest are addicted to stepping on the spot, and they will not be in a hurry until the last second.

Gu Bai put his design drawing on the table, took out the newly bought computer, connected to the park wifi, and prepared to catch fish while waiting for others, and then check the reply PPT again.

The reply was due at the end of June, and Gu Bai had already prepared it in a few days.

Professor Gao is one of the defense tutors. Now that Gu Bai has a computer, he is ready to take the guidance of the professor by the way. It is best to get an excellent rating or something. If the resume is good, the school will also give out some money as a bonus. .

No matter how small a mosquito’s leg is, it’s meat, especially after Si Yiming nodded and agreed to introduce a stock to Gu Bai, how much principal he had would mean how much he would earn afterwards!

That's a legend that picks up a steel peg and throws it out to get back a million!

Gu Bai felt that he invested all the small money he could get in the past two months. Maybe when it came out, he would have the money to buy a toilet in the suburbs of S City.

A full toilet!

Thinking about it, there is still a little excitement!

Professor Gao is not young anymore. He has already passed the age of staying up late and indulgence, and has entered the old-age care life of a veteran cadre in advance, so he is the second to come to the studio.

When he arrived, Gu Bai was sitting with his back to the door, opening the web page to search for information.

Professor Gao knocked on the door to remind Gu Bai that someone was coming.

Gu Bai looked back, and after seeing Professor Gao, he smiled: "Morning, teacher!"

"Morning." Professor Gao nodded and sat next to Gu Bai, "What are you looking for?"

"Check the information about the dragon, the neighbor asked me to buy the painting." Gu Bai explained, then clicked on the minimized PPT, and touched his nose a little bit embarrassedly. "This is my defense information, teacher. Can you see it for me?"

Professor Gao liked Gu Bai very much, and he brought him out to try to cooperate with his team. He naturally didn't mind helping such a small favor.

Gu Bai revised and refined many places under the professor’s suggestion. Several seniors also came one after another. After asking Gu Bai, he unfolded the four design drafts rolled up on the table and gathered a crowd over there. .

Gu Bai's conceptual understanding of the subject of inheritance is actually very young, but fortunately, he is bold in painting.

Whatever he realizes and thinks of, he draws whatever.

Inheriting this theme from whom he learned, there is someone in the painting.

His design ideas were straightforward and clear. A straight kick was frightening, but it made the group of big men standing in the studio feel a little helpless.

The younger brother found their help and gave feedback to the painting. This kind of taste of being clearly remembered after helping others is really good.

But in the end, several seniors thought about it and chose the picture with Professor Gao.

The design draft can also see some famous ones.

For example, in the picture with Professor Gao, the composition and general color scheme are much clearer than the other three. Obviously, Gu Bai already has a complete painting in his mind.

The military strategist has a good saying, not to fight an unprepared battle, the same is true for painting, there is no map in the heart, and there will always be shortcomings in drawing.

The first big exhibition that Gu Bai has just graduated from is very important to him, and it is best to be a big success.

This is quite helpful for him to build self-confidence and get rid of the fear of work.

Everyone is here, and we know the influence of mentality on a literary and art worker.

No one wants to draw a little brother who is full of aura, cute and cute, who makes small snacks and is especially delicious. He just graduated from the society and fell into a big mess.

I heard from the teacher that Gu Bai had no mothers and no fathers, and it was completely different from their situation where they could turn over if they were planted somersaults and supported by their parents. What if a somersault caused others to fall into disrepair?

Especially when the younger brother is still very poor.

So after the end of the work in the afternoon, the teacher patted his **** and left. Gu Bai was surrounded by the loving eyes of the seven seniors, and he gave him a small class without hurriedly, teaching him the small details of revising the design.

A group of people stayed in the park until the sun was sinking, and then rushed to the small restaurant to have a meal.

Gu Bai never felt that group activities turned out to be such a pleasant thing. When he was a child, his father always did not come to hold parent meetings for him, and other children were unwilling to play with him. Every time group activities, he was alone. Gu Bai didn't expect this kind of activity anymore.

But the feeling that Gu Bai was getting along with now was completely unmoved.

Gu Bai was holding a bottle of Fanta, dangling a straw and watching the brothers making a fuss with a smile, feeling that even the heartbeat became more and more vigorous, and there was a satisfying soreness in his chest, what seemed to be overflowing. And out, it seems to have affected his vision.

Gu Bai now looks at his seniors, they all bring their own three-meter-thick soft light filters, as if they are the best and most handsome people in the world.

When they were preparing to go back to each house, the oldest senior suddenly stopped and suggested: "Or, let's let Xiaobai try to make the two broken walls separately?"

The author has something to say: Gu Bai: I will be able to buy a toilet soon! [Excited rubbing hands.jpg

Si Yiming: Who do you think is the best and most handsome?