I deduce that the heroine likes me [Transmigration Book]

In the early days of the gallery, Mr. Fang assigned Kou Shuang the only task of painting.

Basic skills, copying, conception.She almost regarded this place as a second class, and the most valuable thing is that she still has a salary. Kou Shuang felt very embarrassed.But Mr. Fang said: "My gallery, if you can't even sell things, what do I want you for? Why don't you practice hard, and then create good works to repay our gallery."

creation.

Kou Shuang is now in awe of creating this matter.

As far as she is concerned, her creation is not for expressing her desire, nor is it purely for making money.Thinking of the small world theory, she felt panicked.

Who can guarantee that painting will not create a similar small world?Is it capable enough for it to work?Will I also create a soul like Sun Jiawen, who desperately wants to escape but can't escape?

This kind of anxiety torments her, she can draw straight lines and circles all day long, and can also copy scenes and landscapes, but the only thing she can't do is to draw figures.

She was afraid, afraid of trapping a soul.

Mr. Fang didn't know much about this kind of anxiety, so he asked, "The scenery barely passes the test. To you, is there anything special about the characters?"

Instead of admonishing "you can't get a good price if you don't draw characters" like a dogma, Mr. Fang communicated with Kou Shuang as much as possible, trying to find out what she really thought.From this moment, Kou Shuang judged that this is a good boss.

Kou Shuang also tried to describe his feelings with the open mind of a respected and respected old painter: "Writing is inspired, painting is not only a reproduction of reality, but also freezes certain things into the painting. Da Vinci's technique is superb, So Mona Lisa has smiled for thousands of years, but I can't, I'm afraid I will freeze the pain. I can't be sure whether the afterimage I painted will be happy."

Kou Shuang once read a story about a company launching the most considerate smart butler customization service in the future to improve all aspects of customers' lives.The so-called smart housekeeper actually copies the customer's consciousness, allowing the copied consciousness to enter the machine to manage all aspects of the customer.The consciousness copy in the story is very puzzled: I am obviously the one who pays for the service, why did you lock me into such an empty machine?let me out!I want to sue you!

The staff pointed to the customer body and said: That is you, you are enjoying the service, but what you are enjoying is your own service.Only you know yourself best and can provide the most perfect service.Then fiddled with the machine settings, allowing the copy of consciousness to experience tens of thousands of years in the empty virtual space.The consciousness copy does not need to eat or drink, but it does not have any tools to pass the time, and no one can communicate and cannot commit suicide.After a long ordeal, only half an hour has passed in the real world.The consciousness copy compromised: anything is fine, as long as I have something to do.I am willing to serve myself.

From this, everyone is happy.

(Note: Excerpted from "Black Mirror" Christmas special)

No one knows what happened except the consciousness copy.The only thing that suffers is the copy of consciousness that is controlled and forced to reduce its dimension.

Kou Shuang was afraid, afraid that she would also unconsciously create the pain of "even death becomes a relief", but she couldn't give death a gift.She had already seen Sun Jiawen's pain, and she was in the pain that Song Muxue didn't notice, but it did exist.

She can't draw people.

Mr. Fang smiled all the way, and finally showed a gratified smile, and said: "This is why I said you have aura, you are in awe of art, and you are also in awe of people. This is much better than those who pursue art and go to bed. If If you are worried about freezing the pain, try your best to bring happiness into the painting.”

Kou Shuang always felt that Mr. Fang had misunderstood what he meant, but it was hard to continue talking, so he smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Fang for your guidance."

"Don't dare to paint now, it's because you think it's not time yet. Then I won't force you, I will paint when you want to paint." Fang Lao nodded and smiled, but finally asked: "Recently, a disciple was running a comic company and asked me if I had anyone to recommend. I think your idea is very interesting. Are you interested?"

Kou Shuang shook her head again and again, she didn't even dare to imitate the time section, let alone a coherent timeline?

She dared not write stories.

Fang Lao didn't insist, nodded and walked away.

-

Song Muxue's work has been handed over, and no one has given a new task to a fast-moving intern, and she has even stolen a lot of free time.

Song Muxue was already waiting in the gallery before it was time to get off work.After coming and going, all the brothers and sisters knew her, and even Mr. Fang was happy to stop and chat with Song Muxue.

This made Kou Shuang a little envious and jealous. Sure enough, this small world belongs to Song Muxue, and neutral characters who have nothing to do with the main plot will have a good impression of Song Muxue.

When Kou Shuang came out of the studio when he got off work that day, his mind was still full of light, shadow, color matching and composition. The moment he saw Song Muxue, he had automatically formed a painting in his mind.

Eyes are beautiful and should be highlighted.Lips are beautiful, which is the second key point.The figure is slender, the light and shadow effects should be centered on her, the potted plants should be moved, and the painting in the lower right corner can be changed.

Most importantly, a bright and subtle smile on the face can melt the ice and snow for a season in winter and warm a heart.

At that moment, Kou Shuang suddenly wanted to draw Song Muxue into it.Maybe she also understands what Fang Lao said about "bringing happiness into the painting".

She is happy when she sees Song Muxue, why not when she draws Song Muxue?

Song Muxue walked over with a smile, and the amazement and obsession in Kou Shuang's eyes could be seen at a glance.She said, "Are you off work?"

Kou Shuang nodded, went up to meet her, grabbed her hands and interlocked her fingers, and said, "It's off work, can I draw you a picture before you go abroad?"

Song Muxue was taken aback, but did not break free from Kou Shuang's hand, and said, "What's wrong?"

Even if it is a girlfriend, such an action seems too intimate.But thinking of what Song Muxue did to herself in reality, Kou Shuang felt that she was quite a gentleman.The touch of the palm was so delicate that Kou Shuang couldn't help rubbing it.

Kou Shuang said: "I haven't seen you for two years, so I have to look at your paintings."

Song Muxue smiled slightly.

This laughter seems to be nothing, it seems to be just a breath sound, and it seems to be a trace of a smile that can't be held back.

Kou Shuang turned to look at Song Muxue's profile, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Muxue pursed her lips and said, "Teacher Fang said just now that you can't draw people, but now you say you want to draw my portrait, aren't you worried about freezing my pain?"

Kou Shuang didn't expect Fang Lao to convey his words to Song Muxue. After a moment of daze, he said: "You don't feel pain when you face me, and I only feel better when I see you. I have a little confidence in painting you." .”

Song Muxue gave a light "um" without saying anything else, as if she couldn't understand the deep meaning in the words and actions at all.Kou Shuang opened his mouth, but still closed it.

She wants to ask you if you know that I like you, and she thinks it's impossible for Song Muxue, who is so delicate and transparent, not to be able to figure it out.Knowing this reaction, neither admitting nor objecting, Kou Shuang was suddenly a little frustrated.

"Actually, it's not that you can't draw, but you just need to find the right medium. Maybe you can draw others without any problem." Song Muxue said, "Are you interested in that cartoon that Fang always talked about?"

"Why does he tell you everything!" For some reason, Kou Shuang felt betrayed.

Who is the subordinate and who is the student!How could Mr. Fang tell Song Muxue this in advance!

Song Muxue asked curiously: "Is it something you can't tell me?"

"No, it's just that I want to tell you personally." Kou Shuang glanced at her and said, "If I really want to draw comics, it must be you as the protagonist. Only in this way can I be sure that my protagonist is happy of."

She likes Song Muxue, really likes it.

"And," Kou Shuang said slowly, "actually, I already have an outline."

No, strictly speaking, it is not Kou Shuang's outline, but the original author's.She wanted to use her memory to restore the half of the story she had seen.

If any form of creation creates a small world, what about copying?By dictating to repeat the original author's ideas and brushstrokes, maybe there will be no other small world, because everything is a story in this world.

More importantly, she wanted to see if this method could promote Song Muxue's self-awakening.

The original author repeatedly emphasized self-awareness, which means that there should be no outside intervention.However, it is impossible for human beings to exist without the outside world. All the things that human beings recognize are drawn from the outside world and processed in their own consciousness.If this story was used as the initial material and absorbed by Song Muxue, maybe it would not disturb Heaven—just like she could not be noticed when she talked about "Western World" with Sun Jiawen in secret.

Put the material in front of Song Muxue, let her look and think for herself, the rest depends on Song Muxue's understanding.

And Kou Shuang believed in Song Muxue.

Sure enough, when Kou Shuang threw out such a hook, Song Muxue asked, "What kind of story?"

This is what I was waiting for.This is Song Muxue's initiative to seek the answer.

Kou Shuang swallowed nervously, before saying, "It's a detective story, and the protagonists are you and Zheng Fenglin. It's based on real stories, and it's all about what you've experienced."

experienced, and will experience.

Song Muxue raised her eyebrows and asked doubtfully, "What about you?"

Kou Shuang smiled and said, "I'm a supporting role, it doesn't matter."

She looked at Song Muxue's face, which was full of curiosity and puzzlement.Kou Shuang continued: "The story goes like this—"

But just as the story started, there was a "plop" not far away, and someone fell into the water.

"Help! Help! My girlfriend jumped down! Good-hearted people help my girlfriend!" The young man desperately called for help, but a woman in the water kept thumping, and she didn't seem to know how to swim.

Song Muxue's expression froze, she quickly untied her coat, threw it into Kou Shuang's hands, and said, "I'm going to save people!"

Before Kou Shuang had time to say anything, she saw Song Muxue nimbly climbing over the railing and jumping into the icy lake.

Song Muxue quickly swam to the woman and grabbed her.The woman struggled to wrap around Song Muxue's body, Song Muxue immediately knocked the woman unconscious, dragged the woman, and swam towards the shore.