The two wooden houses on the island in the middle of the lake are very close to each other.

Dong Chengyue walked out of the room and walked a few dozen steps before arriving in front of another wooden house.

The door of the cabin is open.

Subtle movement sounded from inside.

Lin Qingya turned her back to her and hummed softly, looking very happy.

A drawing board had been set up in front of her, with excellent rice paper on it, and different types of paintbrushes put aside. When Dong Chengyue walked in, she was carefully mixing paints, and there were several small ones beside her.

jar.

"This is..."

Dong Chengyue walked in and touched Lin Qingya's head with some confusion: "Are you going to paint?"

"yes."

Lin Qingya responded happily: "I plan to draw a family portrait and give it to my father. Sister, please come and help me. When the time comes, I will tell my father that this is a gift from his two daughters-in-law."

Dong Chengyue blushed and said, "That's my uncle."

"But you are already with your husband."

Lin Qingya glanced at her curiously. Before Dong Chengyue became angry, she suddenly smiled, picked up a small jar next to her and handed it to Dong Chengyue: "No matter what it is, we will always be together, right?"

Dong Chengyue was stunned, and subconsciously took the small jar from Lin Qingya's hand.

Inside the jar was a small piece of pure white, almost transparent powder. As she shook it with her palm, the powder floated slightly.

"What is this?"

Dong Chengyue asked curiously and changed the topic.

"This is what we need for our gifts right now."

Lin Qingya smiled and explained: "Sister, spread the contents on the rice paper. Well, make it evenly distributed. This kind of bone... cough... this kind of powder can absorb the pigment better."

"good."

Dong Chengyue carefully unscrewed the jar in his hand, poured the powder in the jar into his palm, dipped a little in his other hand, and slowly smeared it on the rice paper on the drawing board.

The thin rice paper has a coolness and delicacy that I have never seen before.

The powder and rice paper are fused, and the room suddenly emits a smell that makes people feel peaceful. This smell is not a fragrance, but a kind of pure clarity, which makes people's minds clearer while breathing.

Dongcheng Yue applied it little by little.

Lin Qingya began to take out more bottles and cans from her jacket pocket. The pockets of her jacket were extremely flat, but there seemed to be endless things inside. The small bottles were piled up in front of her.

There were more and more powders, granules, crystals, or semi-solid pigments of various colors inside. Dong Chengyue kept watching from the corner of his eyes as she kept digging out, and finally looked at Lin Qingya almost helplessly.

He pulled out a bottle of pure water with a capacity of at least one liter from his small coat pocket.

"What about this magic trick?"

Dong Chengyue said angrily: "You used to cover it up, but now you don't even bother to cover it up?"

Lin Qingya laughed: "It's not necessary, sister, we are moving, and you will see more and more magic in the future."

Dong Chengyue smeared the powder in her hand on the rice paper, squatted down next to Lin Qingya, and curiously dug into her pockets, but found nothing.

"Where's the stuff?"

She looked at Lin Qingya with some confusion and interest.

Lin Qingya smiled and grabbed the pocket that Dong Chengyue had touched. Then she took out a piece of ice cream and put it in Dong Chengyue's hand: "Here it is for you."

Dong Chengyue opened the package and took a bite to confirm that it was real ice cream. She became even more curious. She reluctantly touched Lin Qingya's pocket again, but it was still empty.

Then she watched Lin Qingya keep taking things out of her pockets. Dozens of various small bottles were already arranged.

"Are you Doraemon?"

Dong Chengyue ate ice cream and said helplessly: "You obviously have nothing in your pocket."

"There are a lot of things, but my sister can't get them right now."

Lin Qingya turned her head and took a bite of Dong Chengyue's ice cream and laughed. According to the standards of the City of Miracles, Dong Chengyue might not even realize that what she was eating now was a cold drink from outside the City of Miracles.

Her pockets were just ordinary pockets, and Lin Qingya didn't need so-called storage space. At her current level, if she wanted to, she could pack the entire solar system into her pocket after leaving the real environment.

From another perspective, excluding this real environment, ordinary small galaxies may not be as valuable as the things she is taking out now.

The two sisters each finished the ice cream in Dong Chengyue's hand. Lin Qingya pointed to the bottles and jars in front of her: "Sister, mix all the ingredients together. It doesn't matter the order. Just mix them together and add water.

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"And you?"

Dong Chengyue asked.

Lin Qingya thought for a moment and said, "Let me do another magic trick for my sister."

Before Dong Chengyue could say anything, she already stretched out a finger.

A small tear appeared silently on the delicate finger.

A drop of blood gushed out from the wound, but it never fell.

Lin Qingya's eyes flashed with brilliance.

The drop of blood on her finger kept trembling under her control.

In Dong Chengyue's sight, the trembling drop of blood became redder and redder, and eventually turned into an extremely dazzling light golden color.

Pale golden blood drops fell into the paint box in front of him.

Lin Qingya's face suddenly turned extremely pale.

Her breath didn't seem to change much on the surface, but her whole person carried a kind of weakness and exhaustion that seemed to come from her soul.

"Sister, paint."

Lin Qingya spoke softly.

"Just paint, why do you have to use your own blood?"

Dongcheng Yue said in a somewhat complicated tone, but the movements of her hands did not stop. She opened the jars one by one, mixed all the powder crystals inside, and then added the water that Lin Qingya took out. All the pigments were mixed with that drop of light

The golden blood color completely blended together.

"Because I have a hunch."

Lin Qingya smiled and said: "Father will like this painting very much, and mother will also like it very much. After all, this is the child's wish and will accompany them for a long time."

"There's no need to use your own blood, right? It's scary, isn't it?"

Dong Chengyue shook his head.

"Because the scenes in my paintings will appear one day."

Lin Qingya said softly: "I can't determine the ending, but with a beginning, I can interfere with the process. The scenery in my destiny is worth it all."

The paint mixed with countless materials gradually spread out in the paint box.

"elder sister."

Lin Qingya whispered: "I need a drop of your blood."

She took Dong Chengyue's palm and gently squeezed out a drop of blood.

The moment the blood beads merged into the paint box, Dong Chengyue, who was about to say something, was suddenly stunned.

Somehow, she seemed to feel that her drop of blood had established a connection with herself, and she had established a connection with the box of paint, Lin Qingya, and the panel and rice paper in front of her.

Lin Qingya picked a paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and put down the first stroke on the white rice paper.

The extremely dark black is drawn one stroke at a time on the snow-white rice paper, which is a diagonal line stretching from the upper left corner to the lower right corner.

At this moment, the paintbrush in Lin Qingya's hand was like a blade, as if she was about to cut off the rice paper.

The pen and ink merge with the powder applied by Dongcheng Yue on the rice paper.

That stroke of rich black began to render countless black lines.

"Sister, come and join us."

Lin Qingya said softly.

"But, what to draw?"

Dongcheng Yue was a little confused.

She knows how to paint, just as she told Li Tianlan, her life was bitter for a short time when she was a child, but since she entered the Lin Clan, she has been raised as a princess by the Lin Clan since she was a child.

She became the CEO of the Sword Dynasty, but before the emergence of the Sword Dynasty, she was involved in most of the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but in the strange environment of the Lin clan headquarters, she never lacked art teachers.

"You can draw anything." Lin Qingya laughed.

After that drop of golden blood left her body, she seemed to have difficulty even speaking. The extreme fatigue clearly appeared in Dong Chengyue's eyes. Dong Chengyue could even see that Lin Qingya's eyelids had begun to fight.

Her long eyelashes were trembling constantly, as if she might fall asleep at any time.
To be continued...