The little sick cat of the rich and powerful

Chapter 57 Seven Cats
With nothing to do, Jing Nuo stayed at home, set up his camera, and started a live broadcast of acrylic painting without voice.

The other guest bedroom in the small apartment was Wen Shiliu's studio that Wen Shiliu asked someone to remodel for her. After she came back, she hadn't drawn in the studio seriously except for a few sketches for practice.

It is still the same as the live broadcast on Xiaochengzi. Because it has not been broadcast for a long time, the number of followers in the live broadcast room has dropped from four digits to three digits, and it is even more deserted than when playing games before.

Fortunately, several of her administrators have been there all the time. After receiving the launch push, they came to join in surprise.

【ah!Catch a Nuo Nuo Zi! 】

[Happy New Year, Nuo Nuo Zi! 】

[Happy Chinese New Year, Happy New Year, happy new year too]

【Happy New Year!Hey, the name of the live broadcast room... Our Nuobao can still draw? 】

[I'm envious... rubbing my hands in anticipation! 】

Jing Nuo's camera is a high-end product brought back by Wen Shiliu. The independent lens of the camera has a mobile body tracking function, so he has tracked Jing Nuo's figure since he started working.

Jing Nuo put on an extremely daily light makeup today, and wore two small orange hairpieces with cat ears on top of her head to pin up some fine hair. Her hair has grown a lot, and it has already grown a lot past her shoulders. , and after it grows, it has a little natural curl, and it looks good when it hangs down naturally, but because of painting, Jing Nuo braided two braids.

She wore an off-white knitted sweater with a pair of washed blue overalls today, and her bare, white feet appeared in the camera, walking around the studio to get ready.

Jing Nuo is not the kind of common live broadcast room where several people are yelled by her cutely:
[Help, ah, ah, cat ears!Overalls!Totally my beloved sister! ! 】

[Why is Nuo Bao so cute? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh why is Nuobao why so cute Nuobao is so cute

[How old is Nuo Nuo Zi, she really looks like an underage sister...]

【ah!Was blown away by Nuo Nuo's beauty! 】

[It seems that we are more than 20 years old, I remember I mentioned it a long time ago. 】

[Understood, everyone present here is originally a fan of beauty, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha]

Jing Nuo packed up her things, sat down to meditate for a while, and said, "Today, let's draw the dusk, the dusk by the sea. I haven't had an animation pen for a while, so practice your hand."

After sitting for a few seconds, she got up again, looking for some music.She doesn't like doing things alone in a quiet environment.

There was something covering the paint shelf, Jing Nuo lifted a corner curiously to look, and found that inside was a cherry-colored solid wood antique phonograph, the kind that played vinyl records, it belonged to Wen Shiliu.

Jing Nuo took off the entire dustproof cloth and showed it to the live broadcast room: "It's a phonograph, let me ask the owner of the phonograph if he can use it, maybe we can use it to listen to music."

She took a few seconds of video for Wen Shiliu and sent it to ask her about the phonograph.

Wen Shiliu replied quickly, telling him that when the cabinet below was opened, there was a vinyl record, and he could play it by himself.

Jing Nuo opened it and took a look, probably to match the studio, Wen Shiliu put it here are all symphony, piano music, violin music and so on.

Jing Nuo read what he saw one by one, and asked the live broadcast room: "There are so many, which one should I choose?"

The live broadcast room really thought she was asking serious questions and voted one after another.

As a result, Jing Nuo didn't raise his head, didn't intend to walk over to watch the live broadcast room at all, and answered himself: "Oh~ I want suona, suona is good, traditional musical instrument, let's use suona!"

She took out the record and carefully placed it on the turntable. After the stylus was in place, the record began to spin, and the shrill tones of the suona came out, directly lifting the cover of the sky.

Everyone in the live broadcast room:
【…】

【………】

[... Without a big word, I really thought she was asking us?She asked so seriously! 】

[Suona huh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, this voice sounds so sour. 】

[jump up! 】

[DNA moved the sisters]

Wen Shiliu sent another message: "Do you want to draw in the studio? The vinyl record will automatically stop after playing, and the singing stick will reset. This cannot be cycled automatically. It always has to be replaced. It is not suitable for drawing."

"Don't you have a bluetooth speaker? It's pretty good for you to use that."

It was the first time for Jing Nuo to touch a phonograph. She had only seen Wen Shiliu use it before, but now she was enjoying it. At first, she wanted to say boldly that she just needed to change the record over and over again. She could do it!

But when I sat in front of the easel again, I obediently replaced it with a Bluetooth speaker, and soft classical music slowly flowed in the room.

Jing Nuo didn't care about the time when she started painting. From the time she woke up from her afternoon nap until the lights came on and into the night, she didn't move except for changing a few sitting positions.

The pen seems to have magic power under her hands. Just daub a few color blocks, and a golden sparkling sea emerges. Half of the sunset on the right falls on the coastline. Warm orange, green again, the last bit of blue sky shrank in the corner aggrieved.

The waves were turbulent and rolling, the waves crashed on the rocks, a few seabirds flew on the unsettled water, there were two long wheel lines on the beach, and there was a string of deep or shallow winds staggering.

They were two old men with full heads of white hair and their dying years. One was sitting in a wheelchair with a plaid blanket on his knees, and the other was pushing the wheelchair and walking slowly.

The most amazing thing is the portrayal of light, shadow and dynamics. The photos are not so real. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the dusk is in front of you, and the waves are about to surge.

It was almost midnight when Jing Nuo put down her pen.

She looked at it and evaluated herself: "It's too hasty, not very good."

It was too late. Although her spirit was excited by the painting, her body couldn't hold on anymore. Her eyelids closed in the blink of an eye and she didn't want to open them again. She walked erratically.

She forgot that she was still in the live broadcast, and went straight out, the camera followed her out, and when no one was there, she returned to the original default perspective: it was the painting.

Then the studio lights went out.

If Jing Nuo took a look at the live broadcast now, she would definitely be surprised by the number of people discussing in the live broadcast room. While she was drawing, people kept coming in. Many people who stayed to watch because of curiosity didn't make it through this way. Xieyang was shocked and shared it with his friends.

【Let me scream first why is it so beautiful ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh】

[Immersiveness is probably like this, what is the anchor Gan's hands made of, why are the lines so stable, and the colors so accurate! ! ! ! 】

[At first, I really didn't expect it. It was just an ordinary color block. I wanted to say that I could do it too... Which step did I start casting the spell! ! 】

[Kneel down, it's like the hand of God]

[The anchor is too unknown, the acrylic children's painting next door has millions of fans. 】

[Isn't it true that some domestic painting tycoon came down to earth in a vest? 】

[Why did the lights go out? ? ? 】

[? ? ?Where's the host? ? ? 】

Jing Nuo’s small managers never expected that a single painting could attract so many people. At first they tried their best to praise or introduce and sell Jing Nuo. Later, as more and more people came and time passed, they changed to his own group.

　Me, me, me, I have [-] words (*)!!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)