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    Chapter Three: Disguised Model (Part 2) ()

    After finishing the meal, the two walked out of the western restaurant and did not return to the car.

    Nangong Yan took him directly across the street, and it turned out that there was a private painting studio here.

    Private painting in China should be considered a relatively new thing. It mainly provides painting enthusiasts with a painting environment that only professional painters can have, and there are also full-time models to choose from.  The price of this kind of painting is often very high, and only international metropolises like Songhai in China have the soil for its survival.

    The two walked into the painting studio and were immediately greeted by a waiter. Seeing it was Nangong Yan, the waiter smiled and said, "Miss Yan, you are here." It seemed that she was a frequent visitor here.

    Nangong Yan nodded to him and asked, "Do you have a free studio?"

    "Studio No. 7 is still vacant."

    Nangong Yan quickly completed the relevant procedures and led Lin Xiansong to a studio in Macao with the Arabic numeral 7 and a line of unknown text written on the door.

    "That means 'Seventh Studio' in Italian," she explained as she saw Lin Xiansong looking at that line of text. After saying that, she took out the key she had just received and opened the studio door.

    The studio is small in size and has a classical and elegant layout. The paintings on the floor and walls reveal a strong artistic atmosphere. Various painting tools are placed on one side of the room.

    Nangong Yan pointed to a wooden bench in the center of the studio and said, "Just sit there."

    Fortunately, he was sitting down. It was not difficult for him to stand still for several hours, but it was too hard after all.

    Nangong Yan clamped a piece of drawing paper on the drawing board, and then said to him: "Okay, now I'm going to start drawing. If I don't say move, you are not allowed to move."

    Lin Xiansong immediately held his breath and remained motionless. The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the drawing paper spread throughout the studio.

    About an hour later, Nangong Yan stopped writing, took the drawing paper off the drawing board, held it in his hand, looked at the painting in his hand, then looked at Lin Xiansong, back and forth several times, and finally nodded with satisfaction.  Turn around and put the drawing paper into the fax machine, press a few numbers, the fax machine made a clicking sound and faxed the picture information.

    Although Lin Xiansong really wanted to see the painting, when he thought of his identity as a model, he could only suppress his curiosity and remain motionless.

    After sending the fax, Nangong Yan sat next to the fax machine, supporting his chin with his hand and looking at Lin Xiansong. The expression on his face alternated between shame and worry, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

    A few minutes later, the fax machine rang, and she pressed the receive button. As a printing sound came out, there was a piece of paper in her hand, which seemed to be a sketch of a character.  She looked down at the pictures on the paper, then looked up at Lin Xiansong, who was sitting still, with a satisfied smile on her face.

    "Okay, now stand up and I'm going to draw a full-body sketch." Nangong Yan returned to the drawing board.

    Lin Xiansong left the stool, raised his head and chest, and stood up straight.

    "Well, I have a bit of professionalism as a professional model." It seemed that Nangong Yan was in a good mood at the moment, so he started teasing others.

    Perhaps she had already had the experience of painting a half-length painting, so this time she put down the brush after only half an hour. Just as she was about to stand up, she seemed to think of something again, so she picked up the brush again and asked: "You  What's your height and weight?"

    Lin Xiansong reflexively told her height and weight. She recorded it on the drawing paper with a brush, and then said: "It's finished. You can move your body freely now." After saying that, she turned around again like a fax.  Go to the machine.

    It seemed that it was finally over. Lin Xian breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his arms, turned his body, and said to Nangong Yan, "Can you let me see the work you just made?"

    Nangong Yan was currently sending and receiving faxes with her back to him. He nodded and said, "Of course." After saying that, he turned his back and handed the two pieces of drawing paper in his direction.

    Lin Xiansong took two steps forward and took the drawing paper. When he lowered his head and looked at it, he was greatly amazed. The two half-body and full-body paintings were so lifelike. No matter the body proportions, contours, lines, or expressions, they were all similar.

    He sighed and praised: "Teacher Nangong, you painted so well."

    Nangong Yan was picking up a fax he had just received from the paper outlet of the fax machine to read it. Hearing his praise, he turned to him and smiled: "That's all thanks to you as a model. I was wondering if you were a model before.  After working in this industry, ordinary people can¡¯t bear to hold one position for more than ten minutes.¡±

    This was all thanks to his demon father. Thinking of the painful experience of standing motionless for three or four hours under the scorching sun, he trembled for no reason.

    "Is the air-conditioning temperature in the studio too low?" Nangong Yan asked with concern when he saw him suddenly shivering.  Seeing him shaking his head and saying it was okay, he handed him another hand.??Paper with pictures on it.

    Looking at the style of the paper, it should have been faxed just now. Lin Xiansong took it in his hand and looked down, feeling shocked.

    The person drawn on this paper is also him, but it is not him now.

    In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that this painting is just a half-length sketch that Nangong Yan drew for him with some minor modifications.  But it is these subtle modifications that make the two paintings look very different at first glance.

    In the revised painting, his eyebrows are thicker and his facial lines are a little firmer than his own. The extra pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose adds a lot of elegance to him.  After these simple changes, I believe that few people can recognize that the person in this painting is him.

    Seeing his surprised look gradually softening, Nangong Yan took the painting back from his hand and said, "How about it, please be satisfied with this new image."

    "New image?" Lin Xiansong looked surprised at her words.

    Nangong Yan smiled sweetly at him and said, "Yes, my dedicated model, this is what you will look like tonight."

    Looking at his puzzled face, Nangong Yan didn't explain anything to him. He pulled him to a stool and sat down. Then he took out an eyebrow pencil and a few small boxes from his handbag, put them on the small table next to him, and then said:  "Sit still and don't move." After saying that, he picked up the eyebrow pencil and started to draw his eyebrows.

    Lin Xiansong couldn't figure out why she did this, and in the end he simply gave up. Since he agreed to be a model for her, he just had to do his job as a model, the "Ultimate Daze Technique".

    After Nangongyan finished drawing his eyebrows, she opened several small boxes, which were filled with pastes of various colors. She applied these pastes individually or mixed them to different parts of Lin Xiansong's face.

    After about ten minutes, she stopped and looked at his face closely.

    Lin Xiansong knew it was done, but she didn't say it was over, and he didn't dare to move. He could only look back at Nangong Yan motionlessly. Their faces were very close to each other, and he could smell the non-fat powder emanating from her face.  , nor the faint fragrance of perfume.

    Nangong Yan retracted her gaze, a faint blush suddenly appeared on her face, she turned her head slightly as if to avoid his gaze, and said, "Go and look in the mirror and see how it works."

    Lin Xiansong walked to the mirror on the side of the studio. Although he was prepared, he was still shocked when he saw it.

    The eyes are still the same, the nose is still the same, and the mouth is still the same, but it is very different from his own appearance, and his age has increased by several years. The most incredible thing is that he can't see his own face.  What changes were made that led to such a big change?

    Nangong Yan saw Lin Xiansong's surprised look and said proudly, "How about it? My craftsmanship is pretty good, right?"

    Lin Xiansong smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher Nangong, are you studying painting or makeup?"

    "This is not makeup, it's the art of disguise. I learned it from a friend of mine. Now that the preparations have been initially completed, the next thing to do is packaging." Nangong Yan leaned his back against the wall, looking as if he was done.  Lazy look.

    "You still need to pack it?" Lin Xiansong's words were so weak.

    "Of course." Nangong Yan pushed against the wall and stood up straight. He looked energetic and said, "I guarantee you will be even more surprised after packaging. Let's go buy packaging supplies now. We don't have much time.  .¡±

    Lin Xiansong began to regret agreeing to be Nangong Yan's model. When he tried on the various high-end packaging products she selected for him, he was almost certain that she was not just letting him be a model.

    ¡°Suits, ties, famous gold watches from international famous brands, etc., he put on these outfits one by one in the fitting room, and then stood in front of the mirror.

    He was stunned. Was the mature, elegant, and even noble young man in the mirror really him?

    "Are you all dressed?" Nangong Yan's voice came from outside the fitting room.  He opened the lock somewhat numbly.

    The effect of the disguise and packaging seemed to be beyond Nangong Yan's expectation. She looked at him in the mirror blankly, with various incomprehensible expressions in her eyes. Finally, she chuckled and walked to his side.  , took his arm and said: "It seems that my boyfriend tonight is very outstanding."

    "What? Boyfriend?" Lin Xiansong was so surprised that he almost shouted, his legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground.
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