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.
The palm of her hand holding the brush was also trembling, and the soft brush strokes continued to move on the rice paper.
draw?
From Dong Chengyue's point of view, Lin Qingya simply made paint out of a bunch of things that she didn't understand but were destined to be of great value, and then started messing around with the rice paper with a pen.
Curved straight lines, messy horizontal lines, twisted abstract smiles, like a child's random scribblings, the entire rice paper was covered with messy and irregular lines in a short period of time.
Lin Qingya handed Dong Chengyue a pen and said softly: "Sister, you can draw whatever you want. What we draw is our choice, and the final picture will appear..."
She paused and said softly: "It's a choice of fate."
"Is it really possible?"
Dong Chengyue took the brush, a little unsure.
"OK."
Lin Qingya's voice was gentle and determined.
Dong Chengyue hesitated for a moment and tentatively made a stroke on the already messy rice paper.
After this stroke, Dong Chengyue suddenly felt a little tired for no reason.
Seeing that Lin Qingya was silent, Dong Chengyue gritted his teeth and started messing around on the rice paper.
Time passes slowly.
The sisters' chaotic ink almost covered the entire piece of rice paper.
The final result is not worthy of being called a painting at all, but countless abstract and twisted lines scattered on rice paper.
Dong Chengyue sat next to Lin Qingya, staring blankly at her and her sister's works.
She had never drawn such a messy picture in her life, and she didn't even know what she had drawn.
Lin Qingya could no longer open her eyes, but she still managed to hold on, her eyes wide and sleepy, and she murmured: "It's so beautiful."
"Your aesthetic sense is really abnormal...how do you like Shangdongcheng?"
Dong Chengyue, who also felt very tired, rolled his eyes.
"But it's really beautiful..."
Lin Qingya's beautiful big eyes lost their sparkle: "Sister, I'm so sleepy..."
"Then go get some sleep?"
Dong Chengyue took Lin Qingya's arm.
"don't want..."
Lin Qingya pursed her lips and said a little stubbornly: "I'm still...waiting...I want to wait for my painting..."
"But I think your painting has been ruined..."
Dongcheng Yue reminded me tactfully.
"No, it's beautiful...very beautiful..."
Dong Chengyue let Lin Qingya lean against him, and the two of them looked at the messy paintings in front of them.
"Huh..."
Dong Chengyue suddenly let out a soft cry.
In his sight, on the extremely messy rice paper in front of him, countless lines were moving slowly.
A large number of black lines began to change into other colors silently.
The chaotic lines seemed to be beginning to gain order, gradually expanding and contracting, turning into patterns one after another.
The pattern is slowly changing.
An unprecedented distress swept over Dong Chengyue's consciousness.
She tried her best to hold her eyelids open and murmured: "I'm so sleepy too."
Lin Qingya didn't respond. When she leaned on Dong Chengyue, she had already fallen asleep.
Dong Chengyue struggled for a few seconds, only to feel that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his vision was getting blurry.
A second before she fell asleep, she glanced at the rice paper again.
Two figures have been outlined on the rice paper.
Those were the figures of her and Lin Qingya.
The two of them seemed to be standing in a simple living room, holding hands. In front of them, there seemed to be an extremely simple TV set...
Dong Chengyue murmured, leaning against Lin Qingya and falling into sleep.