Him and It_Mrs. Lianhe【Complete】(328)
...Okay, thighs are thighs, they should be worn in skirts, but it’s not impossible to wear them.
Then, he discovered that his sketchbook was missing.
Xie Ning's eyes widened with fright and he searched everywhere. The maid made gestures with him for a long time and led him to the hall. When the lost item was found, he realized that it had been taken away by the king's people.
This feeling is similar to that of a distant relative who read the history of the browser without permission... Xie Ning hugged the sketchbook tightly and stood for a long time with a heavy face, thinking frantically whether she had drawn anything shameful.
I think should not be? Art! It’s all art here!
In this way, he lived in this capital city called "Eleusis" in a daze.
Xie Ning felt that she must have burned incense for several lifetimes before she accumulated a one-time good fortune. Because he later asked the maid with gestures, and guessed in the affirmative: the berries were useful, they really saved the lives of a city, and this also meant that the ten beautifully embroidered pieces promised by the king The clothes, ten bulls, ten unknown bronze pots, and a few pieces of gold have indeed become property in Xie Ning's name.
In modern society, he is still a junior who has to worry about where to move bricks after graduation. But here, Xie Ning has soared, and his assets can support ten slaves.
Of course, he lives in a temple and has no problem with food, clothing, housing, and transportation. He doesn't buy or sell slaves. He has his own hands and feet and doesn't need anyone else to serve him.
While Xie Ning was learning writing from the temple priests, she was wandering around and drawing. The first thing he drew was this magnificent and elegant temple dedicated to an unknown god. The priest stood behind him and first looked at the messy lines he drew on the precious "silver paper" with a dark and slender ink pen, and showed a disapproving look.
However, just like a miracle, if you add a few thick and thick strokes horizontally, diagonally and vertically, the outline of the temple will appear on the paper; fill in a few black blocks and a few fine lines, and the shrunken temple has become Ready to write on paper.
The priest's eyes almost popped out of his head. Even though he was not a believer in the Muses, he still murmured in his heart to admire and worship this technique, as if the pen and paper were given a soul.
As a person involved, Xie Ning didn't feel like there was anything to be proud of.
The painting techniques he used have been passed down and accumulated for thousands of years. I don’t know how many master painters from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, have spent their entire lives summarizing various schools of techniques, and then outstanding educators have extracted them. The most refined, superficial and suitable crystallization for teaching is presented in front of students like them, allowing them to choose and absorb.
Standing on the shoulders of giants, you must know your own weight. If, because no one else can see this transparent giant, they regard its height as your height - how can you have the face to bear such weight of praise and praise?
Xie Ning only regarded himself as a street artist. He drew a picture and asked a carpenter to help him build a simple easel. Whenever he set up the easel and put on his sketchbook, a large number of people would silently gather around him. , blocking the roadside with water.
Entertainment in ancient times was relatively limited. Xie Ning spent several hours painting on the street, but there were actually many people who were reluctant to leave. It also lasted for several hours.
He didn't speak the language here yet, but he really didn't know how to repay this level of love, so Xie Ning presented paintings to her on the street. His notebook had too little paper, and there were always many clay tablets and papyrus in the temple. He used papyrus and charcoal to draw many sketches and distributed them to people who were willing to be models for him.
People who received the donated paintings were often ecstatic and so happy that they didn't know what to do. Many people let their hair down in the open air, clutched their chests, and ran home with joyful shouts. But within a few days, the priest came to the house begging for mercy, gesticulating violently and tearfully asking him not to give any more paintings to others.
Looking at Xie Ning's confused eyes, the priest was terrified.
That kind of exquisite and frightening painting, like the golden olive oil dedicated to Athena, the white lion skin dedicated to Artemis, and the first-born wine dedicated to Dionysus, are only gods. The things that can only be enjoyed by humans are grasped by humans on earth, just as babies grasp the golden cup of abundance, or a lame man rides on the divine Pegasus. With such a mismatched gift, he was really worried that the gods would be furious because of it. You know, the last ancient god who favored humans was Prometheus, who was imprisoned in the Caucasus Mountains.
The author has something to say:
[Think of it as two updates in one! Snake should appear in the next chapter (scratching his head)
Xie Ning: *Running up and down the street, sprinkling paintings* I am a generous little painter, I am a generous little painter!
Everyone: *Cheering, grabbing behind them, planning to take the painting to the coffin*
Priest: *Cries, follows everyone, and takes the paintings away one by one* Why are you still robbing me? You are risking your life!
Xie Ning: *very angry, running up and down the street, continuing to paint* I just paint, I paint badly, I’m not afraid of anyone!
Chapter 138 The Snake of Pharisee (4)
"Your painting," the priest gestured awkwardly, "cannot be given to others anymore. God is angry. Do you understand?"
Xie Ning was confused and stared at him incomprehensibly.
After invention and simplification by the Phoenicians, 22 Semitic consonant letters were introduced to the ancient Greek city-states. Later, the ancient Greeks invented vowels on this basis and improved them into 24 Greek letters. At this time, the writing It already has the prototype of the ABC of later generations. Knowing this knowledge, Xie Ning was originally full of confidence and thought that it would not be difficult to learn the local language. However, when she picked up the clay tablet and took a look, she was dumbfounded.
These dotted circles, horizontal strokes and vertical strokes, have the shadow of hieroglyphics and the remnants of cuneiform writing. Bullshit ABC, the Book of Heaven is almost the same!
Xie Ning had no choice but to admit her identity as a contemporary illiterate, throw away all previous foundations, and start learning from scratch. Fortunately, the language environment is not bad. After a few days of exposure, you can recognize common words in daily life with just a few books.
At the moment, Xie Ning could only understand the priest's words and his body language as "you", "painting", "can't" and "god". Everything else was like a mosaic, slipping smoothly through her ears.
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