"——. Your painting is very good!" This has happened occasionally in different painting classes since I was very young.
The painting teacher who paid a high fee held his painting in his hand like a piece of gold.
"You are very talented in this area...Have you ever considered working hard professionally in the future?" They always ask in unison.
And every time, I responded to them with the simplest refusal.
"--No."
"What's wrong? Don't you like drawing?" How could you not like it? Whenever I devote myself wholeheartedly to painting, it is like communicating with another self in the canvas.
Don't pay attention to the endless worries of the outside world, just immerse yourself in your own world. There is no need to hide anything from oneself to oneself, speak freely.
...Just because I like it, I want it to remain unfettered. No one puts forward requirements, and no one stipulates how to do it. Every detail on the canvas reflects my own preferences.
Putting all these elements together, this painting is completed - entirely because
Works can only be drawn if you "like" them. After receiving such a reply, the teachers just shook their heads and sighed.
They say you're wasting your talent. She turned a deaf ear to those urgings that were either helpless or angry.
Is it a waste? maybe. But if you can make it always look the way you like, so what about waste?
In a sense, talents destined to be wasted are actually more precious. Although she thinks so extravagantly, it is not without some very responsible teachers who will find opportunities to communicate with their parents.
However, the relationship between himself and his father has never been close. As long as his attitude is stubborn enough, these people will eventually return in vain.
She was sorry for failing to live up to the expectations of those good teachers. However, that was the first time she felt that indifference to family affection also had its benefits.
ぷ999小@说startingΘmΘmMy father is very busy every day and has no time to discipline himself.
When I grew up, I did not develop into this major, and I no longer participated in those extra painting classes, so this kind of thing gradually stopped.
then. She was very selfish and very successful in turning painting into the purest hobby.
——It only exists because you like it. Whatever you want it to be, it will become what kind of hobby you want.
Of course... in the end, you still have to thank your parents, whether in the previous life or in this life.
If I didn't have to worry about food and clothing at all, maybe the story would have another ending. Chris looked up.
Although the workload has been reduced to a lighter version, it is still not an easy task in this hot summer.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked over the completed painting in front of her. Lifelike corals and seaweeds, as well as shrimps, soldiers and crabs walking through them.
A gorgeous dragon palace shows a corner at the end of the picture. The color is extremely bright and beautiful, and it looks like it is sparkling under the sunlight.
This time she made full use of it, and she nodded with satisfaction. For me now... maybe this is one of the few things that can prove my ability without using magic, right?
Thinking of this, she lightly
"Humph". I, Chris, am not just a loser with the aura of the protagonist!
"Chris, do you want some juice?" Wayne's voice suddenly came from next to him. She turned and looked. By the swimming pool, Ge Li was leaning leisurely on a wicker chair, holding an exquisite fan in his hand to cover his chest, and closed his eyes comfortably to relax.
Wayne, on the other hand, was sitting on the steps by the pool with his feet dangling in the air, holding two glasses of juice in his hands and handing over the full one on the right.
Seeing the full glass of juice that was still suffocating with air-conditioning and water droplets condensed on the outer edge of the glass, Chris felt that she was tired, thirsty and hot for a moment.
Before setting off, she actually brought a bottle of water in the black box. However, after being outside for such a long time, the kettle must have become as hot as the temperature... Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye.
After a brief tangle, Miss Chris, who originally had no intention of eating anything from the Edgeworth family, accepted the ice juice that Wayne handed her in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Watching her pour the juice into her stomach bit by bit, Wayne also drank the last bit of the glass in his hand.
He has been waiting here for a while. Although the juice is still air-conditioned, it is not too cold.
"Now that both of your works are completed, do you want someone to evaluate them?" Wayne asked. After putting down the half-dried juice, Chris finally recovered and turned her back to look at Geli's painting.
Just glancing over, she froze on the spot. Seeing Chris' stunned look, Wayne also followed her gaze.
Geli's paintings are also very impactful. The bold use of colors depicts the appearance of a mermaid bit by bit.
The upper body is covered by the shell, and the mermaid swings her tail in a leaning posture, as if she is really swimming in a pool without water.
She was holding an emerald green branch in her hand, and there was a faint smile in her green eyes, as if she was looking directly at the men and women on the shore.
On the tail end of the mermaid, a few cyclones are drawn around her, like vortices stirring water waves.
"How... is this possible?" Chrissy seemed unable to believe what she was seeing. She looked back at the leisurely singing singer on the bank of the pond.
"This... was really painted by you?" Ge Li raised her lips.
"As you can see." Chris looked at her stupidly, and then at the mermaid in the pool, still unable to wake up from the shock.
Wayne on the side looks at his nose with his eyes, and his nose looks at his heart. Chris was puzzled, but he knew the inside story.
In order to cultivate their sentiments, aristocratic girls will more or less learn painting; in the academy, each class also has special painting courses.
After years of education, it’s not like Ge Li doesn’t understand anything. But even so, her painting skills can only be said to be
"Alright". This is what it should be. If she wasn't sure of winning, Chris wouldn't choose this method to decide the outcome.
The reason why Songli's painting skills have improved by leaps and bounds, which shocked even Chrissy, is of course - this painting was not painted by her.
Well... maybe it should be said that she didn't draw it in the first place. After learning about the trick that Chris was going to use, Song Li immediately used the favor of the Edgeworth family to find the president of the Kingdom Painters Association and commissioned him to create a painting that he could accurately paint within the deadline. Copied works.
——Thus, this mermaid was born. (Search on Baidu on mobile phone for [My Sister is the Villainous Daughter + New Book] Click to read on mobile phone to turn pages, eye protection. Power saving. Data saving function)
