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Chapter 17

One person passed away, two people passed away, and countless people passed away.

Countless pedestrians walking on this street seem to have not noticed that there is a small booth where their portraits can be painted a step away from them.

A blink of an eye is half an hour.

Let alone guests, there is not even a pedestrian who stops to understand and can be transformed.

Bo Yijian couldn't help himself: "Did someone cast a spell of oblivion or invisibility on our stall, so no one would look at us?"

Yu Shengwei remained silent, let alone, he felt the same way.

Bo Yijian touched his chin again: "Should we change our strategy?"

Yu Sheng hurriedly said, "How to change it?"

Bo Yijian: "Go forward to attract customers or something?"

As he said this, his eyes wandered among the pedestrians.

Attracting customers is not something you can do casually.

After all, drawing portraits still takes a certain amount of time. In this case, you must not go to those people who come and go in a hurry and obviously have something to do; moreover, times are changing, and now there are many selfie effects in mobile phones, one of which is called "sketch special effect ", From this point of view, finding older people is obviously easier to succeed than finding younger people.

Just as Bo Yijian was screening the target audience, this small stall changed its luck.

A pair of red high heels stopped in front of their booth.

Looking further up, an elderly woman in a gray skirt, a wide-brimmed hat, and silver curly hair was standing in front of them.

The older woman speaks French.

Bo Yijian glanced at Yu Shengwei, Yu Shengwei looked a little confused, which is not surprising, the other party can't speak French.

But Yu Shengwei is not helpless in this situation.

Yu Shengwei took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

He played a sentence that had been entered into the phone before and translated into French:

"Hello, we are two foreign tourists who don't have enough travel funds. We are here to earn a little travel money."

"We draw sketches for people, the time is half an hour, the original price is 15 euros, but now the discounted price is 7.5 euros."

"Cheap, affordable, just a little time, why don't you try it?"

The Frenchwoman sat down.

When she was sitting down, she took off the hat on her head and turned to face Yu Shengwei sideways, revealing half of her face. Then, she raised her chest and lifted her chin slightly. tight.She said another sentence in French.

This time, without a translator, Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei could guess what she was talking about just by watching the other person's movements.

Definitely is--

"Draw me pretty."

Yu Shengwei started to do it.

The first time he painted, he was a little flustered. He moved too much when laying out the drawing paper, and accidentally caught a hole in the drawing paper; then when he was holding the pen, he accidentally drew a line on the paper Long traces; then he hurried to get the eraser again.

Probably because these actions seemed too unprofessional, behind the drawing board, although the French woman was still sitting, her suspicious eyes had turned to Yu Shengwei.

Yu Shengwei became even more nervous.

After wiping the traces, he took a pen and faced the white paper and the model. He stayed for a long time, at a loss as to what to do.

Bo Yijian waited for a while, and found that Yu Shengwei really couldn't write.

He felt that he could no longer just watch from the sidelines, so he turned on his phone and quickly searched for "how to teach people to draw". After reading it briefly, he turned off the phone, took a step to the side, and held Yu Shengwei's hand.

In the corner of the street, leaning against the pillars, yawning, yawning, watching the mobile phone, the program group saw this scene at a glance, and instantly changed from a sloth to a cheetah, rushing back to the back of the camera, carrying a heavy machine, and working tirelessly The ground turned several directions in a row, and filmed this scene from various angles.

Also acting at the same time was Yu Shengwei's team.

Their attention became more concentrated, their movements became faster, and they seized the best position in one fell swoop. When they pressed the shutter, they immediately took ten consecutive shots. At the same time, they glanced defensively and also fell in love with this position. Home Number" program group.

When can I let it go, but at this time I can't let it go.

After all, the person sitting in front of him is his boss.

You don't perform as well as other teams in front of your boss. What do you want to do? Don't you want to do it?

The episode from the front didn't affect Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei.

After holding Yu Shengwei's hand, Bo Yijian said according to the content he found on Google just now, "Don't be nervous, relax, you can do it, don't worry, draw boldly!"

After all, there is only laughter in this way.

This most truthful sentence, Bo Yijian kept it in his heart and said it quietly.

Yu Shengwei seemed to be comforted by Bo Yijian.

His body relaxed a bit, and he no longer just stared at the blank paper, but looked more actively at the model in front of him, and after observing, he turned his gaze to the paper, thinking about how to write.

This is the time!

Bo Yijian pulled Yu Shengwei hard, and drew a line on the paper.

Light gray lines appear on the white paper, but they are not as straight and smooth as Thin Yijian imagined.

In fact, Yu Shengwei tensed his hands again at the moment of drawing, which caused the lines he drew to tremble and dance.

Why are you nervous again?

Bo Yijian was a little confused.

He leaned closer to Yu Shengwei again, directly next to Yu Shengwei's cheek, and whispered, "You really don't have to be so nervous, you can see that your lines are trembling."

He let go of his hand, first patted Yu Shengwei's tense arm, and then touched Yu Shengwei's fingers.

He was going to rub the other party's three fingers pinching the pen to let the other party relax.

But when his fingers just touched Yu Shengwei.

Yu Shengwei's wrist shook, and the whole line jumped up and down again, from dancing to diving.

Bo Yijian is very confused.

He looked at the drawing paper first, and then at Yu Shengwei.

Yu Shengwei still stared at the drawing paper, and even wiped the diving line with an eraser.

Everything was normal, and the other party didn't blush.

It was in the winter season that a little sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Bo Yijian looked at Yu Shengwei for a while, and suddenly realized.

I asked why he was always stiff. It turned out that he was not used to being too close to him, and he was shy?

Figured out the situation.

Bo Yijian wanted to laugh or not.

He felt that Yu Shengwei was really innocent, and since the other party was so innocent, he couldn't be too close to him.

So he let go of Yu Shengwei's hand, consciously moved the small bench, returned to its original position, and observed Yu Shengwei again.

After leaving the source of tension, Yu Shengwei really became less nervous.

He no longer draws dancing lines or diving lines, but looks at the models seriously, and traces them on the paper stroke by stroke.

Bo Yijian watched for 5 minutes.

Five minutes later, he buried his head in his hands and silently suppressed a smile.

At this time, Yu Shengwei stopped again.

He held the pen and did not move it; he could not move his hand even after changing the eraser.

The long pause made the suspicion in the heart of the French woman sitting on the mazar rise to the peak.

She stood up abruptly, leaned forward, and looked at Yu Shengwei's drawing board.

The opponent's movements were too fast, Yu Shengwei didn't even have time to cover his drawing board in a hurry, and could only watch helplessly as the opponent saw what he had drawn.

There was a long pause.

Bo Yijian raised his head.

They watched as the white face of the lady in front of them turned red bit by bit, her calm chest began to heave violently, and the beautifully rolled steamed buns, and in the process, many tiny strands of hair jumped out... …

Both jaws tightened, and they began to fear.

But in the end, the French lady didn't do anything drastic.

She just took a step forward, snatched Yu Shengwei's drawing paper, tore it up and crumpled it, threw it into the trash can beside her, stepped on her high heels, and walked away viciously.

The two looked at each other.

Bo Yijian hurriedly comforted Yu Shengwei, and said calmly, "Steady, don't be nervous, we have another guest."

One failure doesn't count.

The two waited patiently, and Yu Shengwei also took this opportunity to turn on the phone, pull out the portrait, and earnestly copy and practice.

After another half hour, they ushered in a second chance.

This time it was an elderly man who was much older than the first French woman.

His hair was completely white, his back was hunched, his legs and feet seemed to be unsteady, and he walked slowly.

In this rather cold weather, he was wearing a very thin and old clothes and a hat, but it was not the fashionable wide-brimmed hat of the lady just now, but a woolen hat for keeping warm.

He sat on a chair.

Yu Shengwei also started to draw, this time, he started much more decisively and sophisticatedly than the first time!

But such things as painting skills, after all, it is impossible to undergo any earth-shaking changes in just a few hours.

Half an hour later, Yu Shengwei showed the finished portrait to the old man nervously.

At a glance, the old man's expression froze.

But after a moment of solidification, the old man reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. It was a dilapidated wallet with cracks on the surface of the leather.

Wait for him to open the wallet again and take out all the money in it.

The two even saw that the scattered banknotes were all in small denominations, and the largest one inside was only 20 Euros.

Their consciences suddenly ached.

They hurriedly prevented the old man from paying, saying that the painting was completely free, and then helped the old man walk a certain distance before returning to their booth.

Bo Yijian spoke again, only a little bit reluctantly: "Don't be nervous, we came early, there is still a lot of time..."

Next, the small booth ushered in two more guests with an interlude of half an hour to an hour.

But these two guests, like the first elderly lady, were no longer willing to pay after seeing Yu Shengwei's achievements.

After the four guests left, the small stall seemed to be forgotten again.

Once again, they fell into a state of deserted people, and some sparrows flew down from the sky and landed on the pony in front of them.

The bird at this time is not cute at all.

Bo Yijian drove away the little bird, with a serious tone: "I think we have to change our approach."

Yu Shengwei: "I think so too."

He paused, then raised his finger to point at the homeless man sitting across from him.

"The other party just arrived there an hour ago, but during this hour, he has begged from passers-by for two drinks, three hamburgers, and even two pieces of chocolate..."

Bo Yijian continued: "If converted into the actual amount, I think it's nearly 50 Euros."

And they didn't even earn a cent of the euro.

Making money is really hard.

Just as the two of them looked heavy, the band diagonally across the street started playing again.

The eyes of the two turned to the band.

From the beginning to the present, Bo Yijian and Yu Shengwei received a total of 4 guests, without earning any money.

From the beginning to the present, the band on the opposite side played a total of three pieces, earning... Anyway, a lot, they didn't count.

At this time, a group of black people came from the corner of the street.

The music played by the band seemed to inspire their racial talent. Halfway through the walk, the blacks suddenly became energetic and began to twist their bodies, sing and dance.

The crowd who had stood in front of the band and listened to the band was also attracted by black people.

They smiled and began to applaud, dedicating their applause to the dancing Negroes.

Yu Sheng looked at it for a while, and a brand new idea appeared in his mind.

Although it is said that only money earned from painting counts, money earned through other means is also money.

Anyway, no matter what, you must attract everyone's attention first, so that you can make money, and...

He quietly glanced at Yi Yijian, then quickly looked away.

Nor can I let the other side starve with me.

He stood up from his seat, walked to the open space next to him, took a deep breath to adjust his state, and waited for the arrival of the black people.

When the black man in front jumped all the way to Yu Shengwei's side.

Yu Shengwei moved at the same time, and danced a street hip-hop dance with the black man!