Chapter 397 Painting

"Shushasha~" The brush slides gently on the drawing board,

Sitting in the port area, Charles draws the rows of ships docked at the pier.

The transportation of goods on Hope Island has stopped, and all the output in the agricultural area is being quickly hoarded in the warehouse to prepare for the arrival of the Light God Sect fleet.

"My colleague, who did you learn your painting style from? Why haven't I seen this in other islands?" An old voice came from behind him.

As soon as Charles turned his head, he saw the old man with one missing front tooth looking at him.

"It's you! You asked me to draw pictures for you and your wife before, didn't you think you were also a painter?" the old man with missing teeth said very familiarly.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Charles immediately remembered that he was the one who drew pictures for himself and Lily before, with a forced smile on his face. "I haven't learned much, I just painted casually."

"Oh? Really? Then I will teach you well. Although your painting style is unique, you still have a lot of problems in your painting. Don't worry, I used to be a professor at the College of Art of the British Isles."

Looking at the familiar old man in front of him, Charles did not refuse after thinking about it. Although he only painted to relieve stress, it is good to improve his skills without overwhelming him.

As soon as the toothless old man entered the state of teaching, he immediately seemed to be a different person, and his tone became much more severe in an instant.

"The colors here are too hot, and the big relationship here has not been separated. Why are these few pieces divided into several more? No, no, no, there is no need to change this painting, tear it up and redraw it!"

Although it was very harsh, Charles clearly felt that the other party had the right to say this.

With one scrap after another, Charles' painting ability has been significantly improved. With his extraordinary finger control ability, his painting skills have surpassed most ordinary painters who rely on painting for a living.

"Well, this pair looks much more comfortable." The old man with missing teeth looked at the new painting on the drawing board and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at Charles with some surprise, "My friend, you are very talented in painting."

But before Charles could say a few polite words, the other party's face suddenly darkened.

"Hey, what's the use of being talented? It's getting harder and harder for those of us who hold paintbrushes."

Charles was slightly surprised. "What? Old man, you draw very well."

The old man shook his head sadly. "It's useless. The photo studio has taken away too many of our people. Before, the photos were in black and white. We are still a little competitive, but since some research institute in the Governor's Palace has developed a new light-sensitive material, Get the camera to take color pictures, and we people will have no way to survive."

This news surprised Charles himself, why hadn't he heard of such a thing.

"Think about it, the time it takes for us to draw one picture, the photo studio can take a hundred pictures. Think about how we can compare with them." The toothless old man said.

Charles saw the blue ferry ticket in his chest pocket, and said with some surprise: "Then are you leaving this island soon?"

"Yeah, this island is developing so fast that I can't keep up. Look there."

Charles followed his fingers and found a factory in the distance. In the factory with yellow walls and black tiles, the towering chimney pierced the shed and went directly outside.

"I've seen this kind of thing once in the British Isles, and soon all kinds of new things will emerge from it, and the whole life of people will be greatly changed."

"Has the industrial revolution started again..." Charles looked at the factory in the distance and thought to himself.

Not long after he came back, the speed of development on the island was even more astonishing than he had imagined.

"Isn't life different?" Charles asked rhetorically.

"Okay, of course. New things are always better than old things. For example, cameras are better than painters. But I'm old and I can't change it. I'd rather die with the old things." The old man said with a sad face. Touching the drawing board on the back.

"It will take some time for new things from Hope Island to spread to other islands. At least in other places, I can still make a living with this craft."

Charles looked at the old painter's unthreaded cuffs and patched trousers, "Mr., weren't you a professor at the Academy of Art?"

"It was a long time ago, but Governor Swan felt that he preferred steam and gears full of power to improving people's love and understanding of beauty, so he occupied the Academy of Art and transformed it into a university of steam machinery. I still remember that time He also brought the students to the Governor's Mansion to protest."

Speaking of this, the old man with missing teeth smiled bitterly, "But now everything is gone, the whole island is gone, the governor is gone, and I guess it won't be long, and I will be gone too."

After the painter finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the pier. For some reason, Charles felt a trace of desolation in his back.

"I heard that the academy on Hope Island is expanding recently. They need an experienced teacher in painting. I think you can try it." Charles said suddenly.

The toothless old man turned around suspiciously. "No way? I've been there before, and I don't have this major at all."

"You can go and have a look again, maybe it's there now."

The old painter had a dubious expression on his face, he had bought all the tickets, and it turned out like this, but seeing the other party's swearing, it didn't seem like he was lying to himself.

"Ding ding ding~!" A crisp car bell rang beside Charles.

An old man and a young man heard the reputation and looked at them. A postman in a green uniform was riding a bicycle on one leg and looking at them.

Charles recognized the postman in front of him, that was his first mate bandage.

"You are?" Charles asked hesitantly.

"Mother wants me to... send a letter... then I will send... a letter..." Bandage said slowly.

While listening to the bandage talking, Charles noticed something different. He took a step forward, wiped the bandage face with his hand, and found that there was no foundation on his face.

"Those tattoos are gone? How did you do it?" Charles asked in amazement.

"It's very simple... I peeled off... the whole face..."

Charles nodded approvingly. "You have a strong healing ability. This is indeed a good way. By the way, do you remember the information on the tattoo?"

"I... found someone... who tanned the skin... and kept it..." the bandage said, and took out his previous face from his arms and handed it to Charles.

Charles touched the human leather face in his hand, and said with some surprise: "The workmanship is very good."

"He's a...good cobbler...very good at tanning sharkskin..."