Painter of Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 3 Memory Awakening
The main reason is that the garbage in the school is basically paper and the like. There is no cafeteria, and food is always packed with boxed lunches. Basically, they can be eaten up. There are not many leftovers, and occasionally there are some snack bags and the like. It emits a smell, it is not domestic garbage, and the smell is not strong, so everyone will play here.

Well, the fact is that the children in the countryside don’t have much pocket money. They will come to the garbage dump to look for those discarded homework books, scratch paper or some books, plastic bottles, etc., which can be exchanged for money.

However, the two little sisters who played well with Mu Yin in the past ignored her completely, turned around and continued to write and draw on the ground. Well, it was actually just scribbling, after all, they didn't go to school.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Mu Yin pouted, looking at the two friends.

"Aren't you great after going to school? Why are you still playing with us?" Lily said directly to Mu Yin, her face twisted, and she was obviously worried about Mu Yin's triumphant look before.

"Uh." Mu Yin choked, well, she seemed to have done this last time, "Well, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to forgive you." Bai Ling answered.

"Then..." Mu Yin saw the two of them like this, thought for a while, and then took out the pocket money with a painful face, "I'll treat you to candy, so don't be angry, okay?"

"Okay." The two of them immediately turned back after hearing this, their eyes brightening. Muyin felt very sad, but who told her to show off to her own death, so she could only take her friend to the only shop in the village to buy some. After eating ginger candies, the three of them played together.

After they reconciled, the two began to become curious about their school days. "Ayin, what do you study in school?" Lily asked curiously.

"Read, sing, draw." Mu Yin counted them with her fingers.

"Sing? What song to sing? Can you teach us?" Bai Ling suggested.

"Of course." Mu Yin nodded, and then began to teach them to sing, "Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swim by, come and count two four six seven eight..."

Mu Yin sang one sentence, and they sang one sentence along. In the process of learning the song, the whole morning passed. Mu Yin looked at the sky and said, "I'm going back to eat."

"Well, we're going back too." The two nodded as well, so they went home separately. In the afternoon, they got together to play again, but this time they ran to the garbage dump, found a cardboard box, and unpacked it Then slide down the slope with the pad under the buttocks.

This game has always been played by the children here, and Mu Yin has played it a few times, so she is very familiar with it this time, but for some reason, she actually miscalculated this time, and was bumped by something when she was about to reach the bottom It was crooked, so it rolled down all at once, only two laps.

"A Yin!" The two little friends exclaimed when they saw it, and ran over quickly.

"Ah!" Mu Yin rolled two times and fell into a pile of weeds. He was hit on the head and dizzy for a while. Something seemed to flash in his mind, but it disappeared quickly, "I'm fine." With her head down, she got up and said to the two friends who ran over.

"It's okay, it scared me to death." Bai Ling was afraid of patting his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you all right?" Lily looked at Mu Yin and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that she was not bleeding.

"I just hit it, it doesn't hurt." Mu Yin shook her head, and said immediately that the pain was gone.

"That's good, let's stop playing, let's go back." Bai Ling said, Mu Yin fell before and still scared them.

Muyin and Lily nodded indifferently. Muyin covered her head, thoughtfully, "What's wrong? Does your head still hurt?"

"A little bit, it hurts when you press it." Mu Yin replied honestly.

"Let me take a look?" Lily immediately asked Mu Yin to lower her head, turned over her hair and took a look, "No swelling, no bleeding, it's fine, it will be fine in a while."

"Yeah." Muyin nodded.

After going up, the three of them went back separately. When Zhou Qi saw her dirty body, she immediately grabbed her in the bathroom and scrubbed her vigorously. Mu Yin cooperated obediently. After washing, she changed her clothes and went to watched TV.

At night, Mu Yin had a dream again, and when she woke up the next day, Mu Yin vaguely remembered some, but not much, and she seemed to be drawing a picture.

It just so happened that there was an art class today, and seeing the apples the teacher asked them to draw, Mu Yin felt that the ones she drew were not at all like the ones she ate. Apples were not drawn like this, it should be... Eh, how should they be drawn?
After blinking, Mu Yin still drew apples like everyone else, um, the kind of children's graffiti. In the next few days, she would remember some of her dreams every day, but they were all related to drawing.

Because of this, she suddenly fell in love with drawing, and took a pen to paint on the draft paper every day, and the things she drew became better and more similar.

Half a month later, the apple she painted was no different from the real one except for the color. Looking at the apple on the paper, Mu Yin subconsciously stretched out her hand, and then some light leaked from her finger and merged into the painting.

Mu Yin stared at the apple that appeared under her hands with wide eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and was stunned. She didn't know what was going on. She grabbed the apple. It was so big that she had to hold it with both hands to hold it firmly, and the draft paper had become It was blank.

The apple she painted became real?Does she have Ma Liang's magical brush?Mu Yin, who had never learned the magic brush Ma Liang but watched animation, thought about it, and subconsciously took a bite of the apple. It was sweet, very sweet, sweeter than any apple she had ever eaten.

Well, I quickly ate the whole apple, burped, and looked at the apple juice still remaining on my hands to make sure it was not an illusion. I washed my hands and came back again to start drawing, hoping to turn into another apple.

Then, things were not that simple. She drew an identical apple, but she couldn't make it up again. She even suspected that she was dreaming just now.

Since then, Mu Yin has been drawing apples, and everyone in the family knows, "Ayin, why have you been drawing this apple? You are already very good at drawing." Mother Zhou Qi couldn't help asking.

"I wanted to conjure an apple, but it didn't work." Mu Yin replied honestly.

"You should watch the cartoon." Zhou Qi was speechless and ignored it.

Mu Yin looked at the apple on the paper and sighed. What she said was obviously the truth. Could it be that she was really dreaming that day?It took more than ten days and nothing like that happened again, so Mu Yin gave up.

However, I still did not give up on painting, but started to paint other things, and my daily dreams did not decrease, but what I can remember is still only some painting skills.

This kind of time has passed for more than a year, and she finally entered the first grade of elementary school. On this day, she accidentally saw a new article broadcasting an earthquake in a certain place. It hurt so much that I passed out all of a sudden, which shocked my family members.

(End of this chapter)