"When expressions cannot be expressed directly in words, the ancients often chose to recite poems and paint. You can use poetry and painting as a carrier to express your feelings, too."
Chaos Vers stayed up all night, with such a passage echoing in his mind.
He has some appreciation for poetry, lyrics and music, but when it comes to writing poetry, he is limited by the paleness of his words and cannot think carefully about every word or sentence.
Talking about versatility, we have to mention the uncrowned king Odeneri. He is proficient in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which is by no means an exaggeration. Lingwei Tianyu had always been on good terms with him, so he was fortunate enough to receive his guidance. Not to mention anything else, I have a certain foundation in painting.
However, it is quite ironic to say that although twins are one body and then separated, Chaos Vers seems to have not inherited this ability at all. Sure enough, you are still unworthy?
But it doesn't matter, just start from scratch.
Stepping into the study room, there are all pens, inks, paper and inkstones available, and there is naturally no shortage of colored inks for painting.
In a few moments, everything is ready. Lay the rice paper flat on the long table, grind the ink and draw the pen.
"Little crow, here comes the rice cake! They were already cold when they were brought back, so sister Xue just fried them!" The study door was violently kicked open, and Luo Xiyue was holding a plate of fried rice cakes. He barged in swaggeringly.
"...Hurry up and change that weird title. Thank you."
"??? Why do you need to change? It's obviously suitable for you!" Luo Xiyue jumped online repeatedly, "You're too thin, you need to gain weight so that you can make soup in the future! Come on, come on, open your mouth, talk'--"
Chaos Vers was speechless on the spot. After careful consideration, I thought that this fool was treating me like a three-year-old child, so I decisively chose to use my own blocking filter to ignore him.
"Hey, what are you doing? Drawing a spider??? But why are there two extra legs? It actually only has eight!" As she said that, Luo Xiyue immediately came closer, and her face was almost touching the paper. .
Seeing this, he finally lost his composure: "...Are you free? Get out of here and stop bothering me if you have nothing to do."
"Hehehe, Sister Xue asked me to come, you can't believe it!"
"...So, can you get out? Please." He showed no expression on his face and pointed to the door.
"Okay, I'll leave the rice cakes here. Remember to get rid of them all. Get away!"
After Luo Xiyue left, when he looked at the painting again, he really didn't see what it was. He simply rolled it up, tore it into pieces and put it in the wastebasket.
Indeed, as Chongyi said, nothing should be rushed.
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Time is still passing quietly, and the harsh winter and warm spring have passed in a flash, and I am shocked to realize that the summer solstice has arrived.
Lingwei Tianyu woke up as scheduled, flying and drifting with the black feathers as always.
I looked around blankly, seeing rice paper everywhere I looked, piled up and disorganized. He leaned over and picked up a few sheets at random. Every page on the paper showed traces of practice, one stroke at a time.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a picture hanging on the wall near the back. It is a full-body color and ink painting of a human figure in equal proportions. From a distance, it looks like a pretty lady in pink and white holding a round fan, half-covering her face. But when you look closer, you realize that the eyebrows are actually his own.
Gazing, the figure in the painting has fluttering skirts and a charming smile. She wears a blue top and a white chest-length shirt and skirt. The arms are wrapped around the silk, the forehead is decorated with green diamonds, and she wears a pair of pure white feather hairpins, which makes her look particularly fairy-like.
And if we talk about the shortcomings, it has to be the empty white in both eyes. I wonder if it was accidentally left behind or if it was done intentionally.
Finally, he also noticed the inconspicuous small words on the edge of the drawing paper: Born in Jiuxiao, left alone in the world, painted Qing Yan with ink.
Raise your hand and gently touch every corner of the scroll, carefully feeling the emotions contained in the dots of ink. He closed his eyes and whispered: "As for me...it's not that I don't understand, it's that I can't."
"Original body, you are finally... back. I have been so lonely without you these past half a year."
Suddenly looking back, I couldn't speak, but I was hugged tightly. After calming down, he asked: "Can you tell the difference clearly? Is it liking, affection, love...or possessiveness?"
Chaos Vers has never thought about this problem. That specious and special feeling often makes him fascinated but confused. After all, he couldn't give a definite answer.
"...Then let's change it to another one. Why is there nothing in the eyes of this portrait?"
"Because, with imagination alone, it is difficult to describe the unique look of those bright eyes in the sky. But... fortunately you are back." Chaos Vers let go of him slightly, and then took out a hand to support his chin. Purple eyes and sky blue eyes looked at each other, "Fortunately, I didn't really destroy them in the first place, otherwise I would have really deserved death."
