Afterlife Blows Up Gensokyo

Although his music is not good except for the erhu suona, but in terms of painting, he feels that he is actually very talented, and it can be regarded as a small hobby of his own. During that time, he honed his painting skills hard.

He sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day, and then runs here on time in the afternoon to set up a painting stall, and then the finished paintings are not sold, but only given to people who are pleasing to his eyes. This is his whole life pattern in this week .

Because of his strange behavior, it quickly aroused heated discussions among Fujiwara Kyo. After all, his painting skills can indeed be regarded as extraordinary, and they cannot be bought with money. It can be said that it is difficult to draw. beg.

Especially when the paintings he gave away casually spread to the eyes of those nobles, Su Wo recognized these paintings and the paintings left by Qin Hesheng in his family who kept them as treasures almost immediately. trace similarities.

If it weren't for the fact that Qin Hesheng was an ancient person hundreds of years ago, they almost thought that Qin Hesheng was reborn.

The fact that Mrs. Su came to his door brought Shi Bai a little bit of trouble, but nothing major happened.

After politely rejecting the other party's offer, Su Wo didn't mean to use any power or anything like that. Instead, with the other party's help, he would always be surrounded by a lot of people every time he painted. He got a proper solution, but he seemed a lot more relaxed, which can be called very dramatic.

However, there are still traces of Qin Hesheng's paintings in Su Wo's place, which he did not expect. When he was Qin Hesheng before, although he said that he had painted a few paintings for Shenzi Budu and the others, but at that time He didn't think too much after sending the paintings out. Who knew that those paintings could have been passed down to the present and have been properly preserved?

And if you look at it like this, maybe after more than 1000 years, he can still see his paintings in the museum...

Speaking of this feeling, it seems a little...very subtle?

In other words, if I ran into Qin Shihuang's imperial mausoleum and wrote on a stone tablet on the tree? I, Qin Shihuang, pay money? If these words, will those sand sculptures on the Internet in later generations think that Qin Shihuang is actually a time traveler? ?

Someone had this thought in his heart with some evil intentions.

As in the past, not long after he set up the stall, a little girl with black short hair and dressed like a boy came to him at some point.

After watching him draw for about 10 minutes, the little girl asked him a little impatiently.

"Hey, what are you going to draw today?"

"Today? Today I plan to draw a cat eating fish."

Not intending to turn around or stop the brush, Shi Bai answered casually in his mouth.

"Why, are you still not convinced?"

"Tch, it's just drawing, and I can do it too."

Curling her lips, the little girl hummed softly in her mouth.

"Didn't you say you want to draw cats eating fish? Where are the cats?"

"The cat is eating fish."

It's only natural for Shibai to look on his face.

"...What about the fish?"

"The cat ate the fish."

"........."

For a moment, I felt a little bit unable to turn the corner in my head, and the little girl stayed in place for a long time.

"Okay, I see you more pleasing to the eye today, so I'll give you this picture of a cat eating fish."

Putting down the brush, looking at the scroll in front of him and nodding in satisfaction, Shibai turned his head and spoke to the little girl beside him.

"So today's painting, do you want it?"

"It's not that cats eat fish at all. There are no cats and no fish in your painting!!"

"Yes, didn't you see it? I also specially drew a pigeon next to the cat."

Stretching out his finger and pointing at the drawing paper in front of him, Shibai had a look of surprise on his face.

"Didn't you see a pigeon that big?"

"Where are the pigeons? You don't even have a cat in this painting!!"

"Because it's a pigeon, it's normal for the pigeon to dove."

"........."

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Chapter 19 Fujiwara Meihong and Hida Rei

The noon sun shines through the mottled tree shadows, casting large and small light spots on the ground.

While enjoying the warm wind in June, while listening to the dissatisfied thoughts of the little girl beside him, he leaned back against the tree trunk, watching the crowds coming and going or hurrying on the street, feeling white for a while. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that hundreds of years ago, when he was painting under the tree, there was a person beside him who kept pointing.

The front and back are connected to each other, as if repeating the previous reincarnation.

Shi Bai felt that he suddenly became a literary artist.

There are actually very few things that he can remember, and even fewer scenes that he can take the initiative to recall. The current situation can probably be regarded as touching the scene?

Shi Bai turned his head to look at the little girl beside him. Although the other party said that he was dissatisfied with being tricked, he still carefully rolled up the landscape painting.

"Why? I plan to take this painting home and burn it as firewood. Who do you think cares about your painting?"

Seeing her look over, the little girl's face suddenly changed into a fierce expression.

Even if she didn't react in time before, she now understands that everything the other party said was playing tricks on her, so naturally she won't put on a good face.

Why do cats eat fish and pigeons? ... This guy in front of him is really hateful! !

"I can understand children's duplicity, but you can't learn anything if you keep watching."

Stretching out a finger in front of him, Shibai had a serious expression on his face.

"Want to learn how to draw? If you want to learn, I can teach you, but please be a little more honest? You don't seem to be begging for help."

"So who wants to learn painting from you!!"

As if her mind had been broken, the little girl's face immediately turned red, and there was a hint of anger in her words.

"I don't know how many painters like you..."

"But I'm better than them all, and that alone is enough."

Shaking his finger, someone slowly interrupted the other person's words.

"If you want to learn how to draw from me, you only have this one chance? It is absolutely impossible to reach my level by secretly practicing alone. Who told you that you can master it just by watching others draw? You Your brain tells you you can, but your hand tells you clearly that you can't...how? Think about it before giving an answer."

"...Please, please teach me how to draw..."

After a long silence, the little girl turned her head and held back a sentence for a long time before she could say it, her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

"Sorry, it's too quiet for me to hear."

After yawning, Shibai opened his mouth lazily.

"I said... please teach me how to draw, sir."

Taking a deep breath, resisting the thought of punching him, the little girl reluctantly opened her mouth.

"If the master is willing to teach, I am willing to offer a gift..."

"Oh, I'm not short of money."

"........."

"Well... how about it, as long as you tell me why you want to learn to draw, I will teach you."

After thinking for a while, Shibai spoke.

"Why did you suddenly become interested in things like painting? Shouldn't you go and continue learning swordsmanship? Don't look at me like that. I've been setting up a stall here for so many days. Fujiwara Kyo has a story about the wealthy family. I have heard about the futile daughter of the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Meihong."

Shibai shrugged indifferently.

"Actually, it's okay to tell you... because I want to prove it to my father, anyway, you think so, right?"

After a moment of silence, Fujiwara Meihong hugged the painting he gave her before and sat down against the tree.

"I want my father to be proud of me and let him focus on me and my mother. My father has shown considerable interest in your paintings recently, so I thought if I could paint those Kind of paintings, father should come to see me and my mother more, right?"

"So you cut off your hair, practiced your sword skills hard, and then fought all day long in Fujiwara Kyo?"

Shi Bai raised his eyebrows.

"My brother and his father would praise him if they won the fight, but why did my father never cast his eyes on me when I won the fight? Occasionally, he only casts disgusting eyes..."

Fujiwara Meihong turned her head away.

"I have been working hard to do better, but why am I always ignored? I can't remember how long it has been since my father visited me and my mother. Rather than being forgotten, it is better to use this A way to let my father know that my mother and I exist."

"So why do you want to prove it to your father? Even if your father really pays attention to you, so what? Is it necessary to become so rebellious?"

Rolling his eyes, Shi Bai couldn't help complaining.

"You haven't been swept out of the house by your father all this time. It's already a miracle in terms of the front door. Speaking of it, your father is actually pretty good..."

"What do you know? You don't know anything at all!!"

As if being touched by his words to some sore spots in her heart, Fujiwara Meihong suddenly seemed a little excited.

"Do you know how many times a year he comes to see me and my mother? My mother is the best person in the world to me. She told my father since I was a child that he is a great person and he has many things. I want to do it, so I'm very busy and don't have time to see us. I believed what my mother said, but when I grew up, I found that it was completely different, that man didn't care about these at all!!"

"If that's the case, then why are you desperately trying to get his attention?"

Handing over a glass of clear water smoothly, Shi Bai had a noncommittal expression on his face.

"Calm down a little bit, why are you so excited?"

"...just for my mother."

Not intending to pick up the glass of water, Fujiwara Meihong turned her head.

"Mother, she has always fantasized that the man still loves her, even if she only visits us a few times a year, she still looks happy...Even if the mother is not in good health and is bedridden At that time, that man never came to visit her. It’s okay to be scolded, it’s okay to be scolded, as long as the man can visit my mother a few more times and make her happy. Rebellious? It doesn't matter if she can be happier in exchange for my mother."

"...I'll help you draw another painting, and then you give this painting to your mother, your father should be interested in it."

After a moment of speechless silence, he put the glass of clear water on the desk that he had set up earlier, sat up straight, and Shi Bai picked up the paintbrush again.

Although it is true that some authorities are obsessed and bystanders are clear, some things, if judged too subjectively, will often lead to considerable errors.

Tokibaro used to think that the reason why Fujiwara Meihong became what she is now is just to get her parents' attention, but what is the real situation?If Fujiwara Meihong hadn't finally said it herself today, no one would have guessed the true meaning of why Fujiwara Meihong did this.

Cut off her hair, fight and fight, abandon everything before, and make herself different from others... The real reason why Fujiwara Meihong did this is to let the man she called her father be able to To see her mother more often was her real motive.

If he was only standing on the first floor before, then Fujiwara Meihong had already stood on the fifth floor or even higher.