Rebirth of the Painted Soul

What should I draw...

Staring at a blank drawing paper, Liang Hanqing frowned and thought hard.

He has been thinking about it for a long time, but he doesn't know what he wants to draw.

Closing her eyes, Liang Hanqing was distressed.

After an unknown amount of time, a picture gradually took shape in front of his eyes.

The tall snow-capped mountains are blurred in the distance, but the melted snow is rushing down from the cliff in front, like the white jade hanging from the mountain, shining with crystal light, the dark green jungle, and the place close to the ground is dark and dark. It was clear, but the branches and leaves of the canopy were covered with a layer of bright powder because of the morning light.

The transition zone between the mountain and the forest is the center of the vision. There is a clear lake on the left side of the picture. It is the tears shed by the snow-capped mountains for many years. The green water is rotten tree trunks, but it is so holy and beautiful. Clean, the lake beach is somewhat muddy, but there are scattered but orderly footprints on it, which are the traces left by the drinking beasts.

The clouds in the sky are so leisurely, they and the snow-capped mountains are dyed a touch of rose red under the glow of the morning glow.

Just like a shy and holy girl, there are two charming rouges on her snow-white cheeks.

Liang Hanqing was like an outsider who accidentally disturbed the Holy Land. He closed his eyes and breathed lightly. He was afraid that if he breathed harder, this illusion would become a fragmented dream.

His fingers were turning blue and white due to excessive force.

He quickly memorized the beautiful scenery, and he didn't even have much time to appreciate it. This is a painting in his heart, and he wants to draw it and present it on paper.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the beautiful picture disappeared. Liang Hanqing was stunned for a while, and then let go of his palm. He seemed to know how to breathe again, and took a few deep breaths.

The turbid air brought him back to his senses in an instant. This place is not the place with snow-capped mountains and green lakes. The smell is like the sweet autumn wind, the sweetness of despair.

He didn't hesitate anymore, picked up the paintbrush, dipped some light colors and started to shape.

On the far left is a cliff with a waterfall, on which the waterfall runs.

In the visual center, slightly to the left of the picture, are the tears shed from the snow-capped mountains.

On the far right is the dark green forest, which is gloomy under the morning light.

There are also stretches of snow-capped mountains and meandering white clouds.

Liang Hanqing's slender fingers hold a long paintbrush, which seems to be integrated with his spirit, jumping on the drawing paper following his rhythm.

With the passage of time, a layer of light color has been added to the originally pale paper.

Liang Hanqing's hands still kept moving.

The paintbrush lingers in the paint box, and various paints finally meet on the palette and become the color he needs.

The green lake water, a bit of lake blue, a bit of dark green, plus other colors are gradually adjusted, and the tears shed from the snow-capped mountains are gathered on this thin paper.

The dark green jungle, olive green, emerald green, medium green, and all kinds of greens, he did not let go, and finally used a little medium yellow and blue to create a special green, which is a deep color. to make the bottom of the jungle.The other bright greens are finally condensed in the canopy illuminated by the morning light, moving with the wind in the valley.

The deep cliff, brown and white powder, and ocher are not willing to be lonely. The cliff is deep and dignified. It has stood there for thousands or tens of thousands of years, guarding this peaceful land, and it is like the father of this place.

The stretching but not pale snow mountain is not pure white, it is a little red, a little blue, and some invisible green, although it is the most shallow, but it is surprisingly complicated. The lake water is the tears it has shed, it is from ancient times, deep and lonely, its tears are endless, clear and unparalleled.

There are also those scattered footprints, which are the traces left by wild animals. They may have rested by this holy lake, or they may have been raised by the blue lake water on their backs. This lake water is their mother for them. She is a gentle and caring mother.

Liang Hanqing shook his sore arm, stepped back a few steps, squinted his eyes and looked at the picture.

The color of the picture is not bright, it is rather dark, but looking at this painting, there is a feeling of stupefaction. When the line of sight touches this painting, the whole soul seems to be sucked in. Your feet are soft and muddy The grassland, the snow-capped mountains in the distance send bursts of chill, and the extremely clear air makes you wish to stay here for a long time. The footprints of wild beasts are mysterious and dangerous marks.Although the galloping waterfall is far away on the other side of the lake, the sound of rumbling water can be heard.The wind swayed the trees and creaked, and the clouds floated across the clear blue sky, gracefully.

It is such a painting, which makes people sink willingly.

The corners of Liang Hanqing's mouth curled up in satisfaction, and his eyes flickered lightly on the delicate brushstrokes on the painting.

Raising his hand to look, he was still fair and slender, opening and closing it flexibly.

A little dazed, when he was painting just now, he felt that his fingers seemed to have their own consciousness, exerting a potential that he never knew.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, and with his hand down, Liang Hanqing moved the artist to a corner of the room and let him kill him slowly.

Look at the sky outside, it's getting late.

He took a shower, put on his pajamas, and fell asleep on the pillow.

The painting he was about to finish was inconspicuous under the moonlight.

But how can the cold moonlight know that it is a great work.

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A night without dreams.

The morning light breaks through the gloom of the night and shines on the earth.

The rising sun hangs in the sky, exuding a unique light.

The room is full of peace, but is disturbed by the alarm.

I closed my eyes and stretched out my arms to turn off the alarm clock.

Liang Hanqing turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, but vaguely thought of something important.

The brain was running sluggishly, like a machine without lubrication, creaking.

Well, yesterday Nelson said... today's opening ceremony...

Opening Ceremony……

Liang Hanqing seemed to wake up suddenly, her black eyes stared at the ceiling, then she groaned in annoyance, and resigned herself to getting up.

To be honest, it feels really bad to wake up early after staying up all night...

After tidying herself up, Liang Hanqing left the bedroom. Nelson was already eating breakfast. Seeing Liang Hanqing coming out, she said something vaguely, then pointed to the plate in front of her, which contained an obviously very fresh sandwich.

Liang Hanqing seemed to understand what Nelson meant. He meant to let himself eat?

Nelson finally swallowed the thing, patted his chest, and said with some fear: "I almost choked to death."

Liang Hanqing: "..."

Nelson learned his lesson this time, took a small bite, then pointed to the sandwich, and said, "This is for you, I have to go to the auditorium later, I'm afraid I won't be in time when you go to the cafeteria, so I'll just eat it Bar."

Liang Hanqing nodded and said thank you softly.

Chewing a sandwich that tasted pretty good, Liang Hanqing felt very warm. He finally had his first friend in a foreign country.