The day when I was forcibly bound by an NPC

Jiang Zhaonian instinctively sensed that the mage didn't want to be disturbed at the moment, so he didn't take the initiative to look for him in the studio that day.

As a result, the mage stayed until late at night.

This was the first time Jiang Zhaonian had the opportunity to re-supervise the mage's daily life since the last unexplained Cold War.

Coincidentally, what happened last time was related to the attic, and what happened today is related to the attic again.

Painting has the power to communicate with the soul.Judging from the influence of the attic on him, the mage must have hidden all his thoughts in the painting, so that people can't see through it and guess it.

What are his paintings saying?

Jiang Zhaonian was thinking, and lightly knocked on the door of the studio.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, a strong spiritual force rushed over.

This time the mage not only used the power of "warmth", Jiang Zhaonian felt that in the soft relaxation, there was also a refreshing coolness, and a little bit of solid and mellow support.

Although I don't know the name, it's still very comfortable.Thinking about it, Jiang Zhaonian pushed open the door.

Surprisingly the mage wasn't working.He leaned back on the chair, tilting his head slightly, as if in deep thought.

Seeing Jiang Zhaonian coming in, he didn't say anything, maintaining that kind of relaxed and slightly melancholy expression, and looked at Jiang Zhaonian with a kind of appraising eyes.

Jiang Zhaonian:?

He was a little confused, so he reminded: "It's time to rest."

"Well, I see."

As the mage said, he took out the materials and recovered the spiritual power of the room, and went out with Jiang Zhaonian.

……

The next day, the snow became smaller and smaller, leaving only a few scattered snow seeds that melted into water droplets immediately when they touched the skin.

Jiang Zhaonian squatted in front of the cage that held the ghosts of the void, counting their number - there were already more than twenty of them.

Seeing the mage going out, Jiang Zhaonian supported the cage with one hand, raised his head and asked, "Can I go out to find Frost Flower today?"

The mage looked at the sky and said, "Not today, but tomorrow. The snow will be fine this time."

Jiang Zhaonian thought for a while, and then asked: "Then while the snow is still there, can I draw a picture?"

"..." The mage promised him yesterday, but he still didn't expect Jiang Zhaonian to bring up the topic of the attic so soon.He felt a little "suddenly hit", but he quickly adjusted his mood, nodded and said yes.

Jiang Zhaonian tentatively went upstairs, seeing that he really didn't object, he stepped generously into the unrepaired attic door, glanced at the left and right paintings from the corner of his eye, and carried tools to the yard downstairs.

Jiang Zhaonian set up the shelf in the courtyard, adjusted the paint and pondered for a while, and soon came up with an idea.

He drew a picture of a snow scene, from the perspective of the forest to the mage's small courtyard.

Big snowflakes float in the air, making the atmosphere lonely and desolate.

Looking at the screen, Jiang Zhaonian always felt that something was wrong.

He suddenly realized that he was taken astray by the mage's painting style - the mage's picture always looked like a melancholy bystander, separated from the object he depicted by a short distance, shrouded in some kind of In cool tone filter.

And Jiang Zhaonian's paintings are always full of human vitality and fireworks.In his paintings, those things are always presented in the most beautiful and desirable posture, just like the perfection that can only be achieved in the most beautiful dreams.

So Jiang Zhaonian and Master are almost at the other extreme. He likes to draw people the most.

Jiang Zhaonian frowned and stared at the screen for a while, when he suddenly thought of something, a smile appeared on his lips.

He looked up at the studio, glanced at the figure inside through the glass window, daubed on the drawing paper, and added a mage to the picture.

I was still dissatisfied after the painting, thought about it, and added another self.

In the painting, "Jiang Zhaonian" is squatting on the ground, locked in a cage made of ice and snow, raising his head in confusion; and in the direction of his gaze, the mage is holding the newly harvested materials, frowning and staring at this blocking An uninvited guest at your own door.

Because it is just a sketch, the details are not clear, but the charm is vividly captured.

But Jiang Zhaonian's brows still did not loosen.

He observed it carefully for a while, and in a flash of inspiration, he changed the expression of the "mage" so that he lowered the corners of his mouth and frowned. It was obvious that he was in a terrible mood.

And Jiang Zhaonian outside the screen loosened his brows and curled the corners of his mouth.

He was satisfied now, and excitedly tore off the drawing paper. He couldn't wait to dry it, so he took it and ran to the studio.

Then he stuffed it in front of the mage who was writing at his desk, which caught him off guard.

"What is this?" The mage straightened up and asked slightly dissatisfied, with the same expression as the "mage" in the painting.

"Haha, I will give you the scene when I first met you as a souvenir!"

The mage said with disgust, "It didn't snow at that time."

"Oh, art processing. Here, I'm going to pack up." Jiang Zhaonian put the paper on the table, then ran into the yard, and packed up the pile of painting tools.

The mage watched him leave and picked up the pen again, but the previous content could not be written anymore.

He took the painting and looked at it in front of his eyes, but he didn't know where his thoughts went.

After a while, the mage pressed his forehead in a bit of trouble. He got up and took some materials, processed the painting that was not completely dry, protected it, and prepared to frame it and hang it in the attic at night.

It was the first time that this place welcomed the work of a second person.

The mage was thinking, and seriously considered another matter, whether he would allow Jiang Zhaonian to enter his real secret.

……

Forget it.

The mage leaned back in his chair and sighed.

After all, it's not that I haven't tried it before, and it's not that I haven't expected it. It's just that after every expectation, disappointment comes too early and too fast.

Wait a few more years and see.

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Jiang Zhaonian was locked in the house by the snow for half a month, almost suffocating.

When he was finally able to go out, he was almost impatient.

After the new snow, it is the best time to pick frost grass.

Because frostgrass grows mostly on the top of mountains and in valleys, the forest where mages live is theoretically not their growth area, so Jiang Zhaonian decided to try his luck in the valley on the east side.

He vaguely remembered that there was a magic contract on his body that restricted the distance of movement, so he found the mage and asked him to help him eliminate it.

The mage had a very good attitude today, telling him in a soft voice that the thing had been unlocked long ago, but he just kept forgetting to tell him.

His tone was so gentle that it made people creepy in the setting of a "mage".Jiang Zhaonian stared behind his back, wondering if the mage had taken the wrong medicine today, or was trying to mess with himself.

He said dryly: "Okay, then I'm going...you remember to eat on time!"

The mage nodded and offered him milk.

Jiang Zhaonian: ...how did I forget this, he really wants to mess with me! ! !

The mage looked at his figure leaving alive and kicking, and suddenly slightly curled the corner of his mouth.

At least this guy seems to be worth looking forward to.