[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

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After the poachers left, the world finally became quiet, only the cold wind was still blowing endlessly, engulfing the snowflakes and dyeing the whole land into pure white.

Shen Yanzhou looked around and asked, "Did you sense it?"

Voldemort shook his head: "The space-time turbulence is not nearby."

"..." Shen Yanzhou was silent for a moment, he stretched out his hand, snowflakes fell on his hand, but it didn't turn into water.His body surface temperature has dropped to zero with the change of outside temperature. "But it's beautiful here."

Voldemort also stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, but the snowflake quickly turned into water at his fingertips, and then dripped down his hand, turning into a small snowflake before it hit the ground. block of ice crystals.

"I just heard the conversation of those poachers." Shen Yanzhou said. "They say there's an aurora here tonight."

"Do you want to see the aurora?" Voldemort understood immediately.

"I have lived for so long, but I have never seen the aurora with my own eyes." Shen Yanzhou laughed. "Speaking of which, you haven't seen it, don't you want to see it?"

Voldemort also laughed. His professor has always been like this, always with curiosity about the world and enthusiasm for beautiful scenery. Probably this is why he, as a calligrapher and painter, can produce works full of spirituality and vitality all year round.

"Did you bring any painting tools?" Shen Yanzhou asked suddenly.

Voldemort nodded, "Of course."

"It's still a while before dark." Shen Yanzhou glanced at the position of the sun, and roughly calculated the time. "Or let's paint."

"What to draw?" Voldemort took out the bag of painting materials that had been shrunk by the Shrinking Curse from his pocket, threw it on the snow-covered ground, squatted down and began to take out the painting materials one by one.

"Ocean, ice, snow, clouds, the sun..." Shen Yanzhou said casually. "Draw everything you like and want to paint."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Voldemort with a serious face: "Has it been a long time since you drew a picture seriously? If you don't draw again, you will die by hand."

Voldemort immediately put on an innocent look: "Professor, I am usually busy looking for the location of space-time turbulence, so I don't have time to draw."

"So let's practice while waiting for the dark." Shen Yanzhou stretched out his hand while speaking, and the ice layer automatically raised two ice supports and two ice chairs under his control. , and then he put the drawing board on the stand. "Just for me to see if you give me back everything I taught you."

Voldemort smiled helplessly, and obediently placed the other drawing board on the ice stand.

In this snow-capped polar region, I am afraid that no one would have thought that there would be two people sitting in the biting cold wind, drawing the beauty of this extreme climate with paintbrushes quite leisurely.

Once Shen Yanzhou entered the state of painting, he would completely ignore other people, and just focus on the painting and the scenery in front of him.Voldemort, on the other hand, was rather absent-minded. After two strokes, he turned his face to look at Shen Yanzhou, watching his long eyelashes tremble with the movement of his eyes, watching the tiny snowflakes fall on the hair tip of his forehead, watching him look like A white and pure world reflected in the eyes that are as dark as the starry sky but bright.

At this moment, he felt very clearly visually that this person was cleaner than Xue.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yanzhou suddenly closed his eyes, frowned, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks without warning.

Voldemort was stunned: "Professor?"

Shen Yanzhou frowned, and opened his eyes. His eyes were a little red, and the remaining tears moistened his eyelashes. The cold wind immediately froze into white ice crystals.He looked at Voldemort, his eyes lost their luster: "I seem to lose sight."

His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, but Voldemort nervously dropped the paintbrush in his hand, rushed to him, and looked into his eyes: "I can't see it? Why is it like this?" ?”

Those eyes looked in his direction without expression, and even tears kept condensing in the eyes, and then poured out of the eyes, unable to stop at all, rolling down the cheeks in big drops.

Voldemort had never seen him cry, no matter how sad or angry, he had never been like this.He felt at a loss for a moment, and reached out his hand to help him wipe away his tears, but stopped in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and still touched his face.

His skin was as cold as ice, as if touching lifeless bone china, smooth and clear.

Shen Yanzhou heard the anxiety in Voldemort's tone. He reached out and held Voldemort's trembling hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's just snow blindness. My eyesight is several times higher than normal people's, and I'm more sensitive to ultraviolet rays. High, so the onset is much faster than ordinary people... I really completely forgot about the problem of snow blindness."

Although he was laughing, the tears still couldn't stop pouring out, dripping on Voldemort's hands, extremely hot.

"Can you cure it?" Voldemort was still a little nervous.As for healing magic, he can only heal trauma, and he still needs to use potions when he is sick, but this is obviously not a place where potions can be brewed.

"..." Shen Yanzhou stretched out his hand and wrote the first half of the word "healing" in the air, then stopped, and sighed helplessly. "Even if I'm cured, I can't continue painting. As long as I stare in this direction for a long time, I will still get sick again."

It was the first time that he felt that his ability to double his five senses was so difficult to use.

But he still finished writing the second half of the word "Healing", the redness and swelling in his eyes faded instantly, and his spirit gradually recovered, as if the night sky was once again lit up by stars.

"It seems that I have to close my eyes before dark." He said helplessly.

Voldemort was relieved to see his eyes return to normal.After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to untie his tie, then covered Shen Yanzhou's eyes, and lightly tied a knot behind his head.

The sudden darkness made Shen Yanzhou slightly startled. When he realized what Voldemort had done, he stretched out his hand to touch the tie on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile, "This is really much more convenient, and you don't have to keep your eyes closed."

"However, if you can't see it, you won't be able to continue drawing." Voldemort said regretfully looking at the half-painted polar scenery on the drawing paper in front of Shen Yanzhou.

"Otherwise... you come to help me?" Shen Yanzhou said half-jokingly, reaching out and handing the brush to Voldemort.

Voldemort frowned with a smile. Instead of taking the brush, he stretched out his hand to hold Shen Yanzhou's hand holding the brush, and took his hand to draw on the drawing paper.

The professor's hand was about the same size as his, but whiter and slender. It was exquisite like a work of art, but extremely cold, as if holding a piece of warm jade.

Shen Yanzhou didn't expect that Voldemort would directly hold his hand, he was slightly taken aback, then turned his head to look in Voldemort's direction, and said with a light smile, "I used to teach you how to draw as well."

After he turned his face, because he couldn't see, he didn't know that he almost had close contact with Voldemort.Voldemort stepped back a centimeter in time, but Shen Yanzhou's breath still fell on his face. It was obviously extremely cold, but it made him feel as if he was being burned, and his heart beat almost Stagnation.

He almost exhausted all his self-control, so he didn't take that last step, completely vented the feelings in his heart, and pierced the last layer of paper between the two.

He's done too much, and he can't go any further.For now, that's enough.

Although Shen Yanzhou couldn't see, he could still tell roughly what Voldemort was drawing by the movement of the brush in his hand.Although he couldn't judge the whole content clearly, at this moment Shen Yanzhou was absolutely sure that he was definitely not painting a snow scene.

"What are you drawing?" Shen Yanzhou finally couldn't hold back and asked. "Could it be to draw a piggy on my painting?"

Voldemort looked at Shen Yanzhou who was added by him in the painting, and couldn't help laughing: "Professor, you really know me very well."

"..." Shen Yanzhou was speechless. "What the hell are you drawing?"

"Secret." Lord Voldemort said mysteriously.

He turned his face to look at Shen Yanzhou, although he had already engraved this face deep in his heart, no matter how many times he looked at it, he would not feel too much.After seeing his face again, Voldemort took Shen Yanzhou's hand again, and added a new stroke on the drawing paper.

Shen Yanzhou told him to paint everything he likes and wants to paint.

In his opinion, the entire polar snow scene is not as good as the person in front of him.

Time passed quickly, and the night in the Arctic Circle came extremely quickly. After the sun drew a short arc in the sky, it sank to the end of the Arctic Ocean.

Shen Yanzhou soon realized that the sun had set, and he was about to tear off the tie covering his eyes, but Voldemort quickly exchanged his own painting with Shen Yanzhou's.

After Shen Yanzhou tore off his tie, he was about to see what the "piggy" painted by Voldemort was, when he saw a painting that was not as complete as his previous painting placed on the ice shelf.

"..." Shen Yanzhou watched depressedly as Voldemort took the time to put away the painting that was taken away, and the other party even showed him a seemingly innocent smile: "Professor, quickly see if I have regressed." .” Then she pointed to the picture that had been switched.

"Then you should show me the one just now." Shen Yanzhou said angrily.

"That... painting is ruined." Voldemort said as if playing tricks. "Doesn't the professor have a dark history of painting destruction?"

Of course Shen Yanzhou has, and in his so many years of painting career, there are definitely many paintings destroyed, so he couldn't answer this question, so he just looked at another painting, thinking that he must give this painting a piece of paper. The guy picks out the faults.

"Your picture is no different from a ruined painting..." Shen Yanzhou, wearing tinted glasses, quickly picked out a lot of faults for Voldemort.You know, when Voldemort was painting this first painting, he was staring at Shen Yanzhou in a daze most of the time, and probably less than one-tenth of his real thoughts were put into the painting, so of course it is impossible to make it perfect.

Seeing that Shen Yanzhou was about to give him examples of one, two, three or four shortcomings, Voldemort quickly pointed to the completely dark sky: "Professor, look at the sky!"

This routine is too similar to "Look! There is a handjob", so Shen Yanzhou first glanced at Voldemort, laughed at this guy's low-level and naive methods in his heart, and then inadvertently looked at the sky.

At this moment, he saw the aurora all over the sky.

Blue, green, and purple merged together, and the gorgeous and colorful aurora flowed across the dark sky, like a star-studded Milky Way, hanging down from the nine heavens.It is also as if the gate of heaven is wide open, unintentionally, allowing ordinary people in the world to glimpse the end of the extremely beautiful light and shadow.

Shen Yanzhou looked at the sky, his eyes reflected those beautiful colors, while Voldemort kept looking at him, watching the flowing light reflected in his eyes.

It's a moment they all hope will last until the end of time.