Mercury Dream

Chapter 47: That elf-like existence…(4)

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Sayya’s message: Are there hidden things? Maybe, but it’s because I’ve been too busy in the past few days. I will tell Yayi in one breath in a few days! Be mentally prepared, but I can write a lot of text, hehe.

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The weather is quite good, and if you just describe it as the cool autumn weather, it seems to be a little insufficient.

Surrounded by such a cool climate, Sayer was watching the scene in front of him attentively.

No... this statement still seems to be somewhat inappropriate. It should be said that Sayer is observing the painter in front of him with great enthusiasm.

His hair was full of messy hair, unkempt and pale face. If he hadn't seen the brush in his hand and the canvas on his body, he would have thought that the other party was a professional wandering on the streets... Although Sayer had never seen people engaged in this profession appear in New Venice.

However, the other party's appearance is not the focus of Sayer, but the many works scattered around the painter, and without exception, they are all landscape paintings - the depiction of every corner of New Venice.

There are familiar scenery and places that you have never seen before, but more are scenery that seem to have seen before, but cannot bring out any impression.

And these paintings are scattered all over the steps, arranged randomly without any rules.

Sayya appreciates one by one. Judging from his attitude, he may not get out of here in a short period of time.

The painter did not notice the movement around him, but he seemed not interested in anything. He just focused on roaming up and down the blank paper in front of him, completely ignoring the uninvited audience beside him.

Ten minutes passed, and Shay was still beside him, observing one of the paintings intently.

After 20 minutes, Sayer was still looking at the same painting, but at this time he had changed into a more comfortable sitting position and had the intention of a long-term battle.

An hour passed.

Sayya still did not leave. Although she had read all the nearby paintings simply once, she still looked at the white paper that the painter was painting with an interest.

- A gradually taking shape.

Little kid, how long do you need to watch it?

Very unceremonious words suddenly spit out from the painter beside him. Although he did not turn his head, his gloomy face, which was like a storm, still fully reflects the painter's current mood - very unhappy!

Very unpleasant!

You can tell at a glance that he was giving an order to expel guests. Of course, Saya received such a shallow and easy message as soon as possible. Saya, who was sitting next to the painter, still had no intention of moving, and still looked at the brush in the painter's hand with full interest.

How long do you need to see... Little girl!

Haha, I changed my words.

You...I, forget it!

The painter shook his head vigorously and let go of his tightly held brush.

It is also difficult not to change his words. Although there are not many pedestrians nearby, he is quite clear about how excessive his first sentence is... However, when people are anxious, it is always very difficult to control themselves, and he is even the so-called best.

Now the painter took a deep breath first, then turned to look at Saya beside him, and used all his strength to control his emotions, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: OK! Miss, what do you want to do? If you want these works, you can choose one of them!

I am really confident. It seems that you are very confident in your paintings.

...Uncle.

It can be seen that the painter cares a lot about such a title.

What kind of confidence or not? These are just failed works and have no use at all!

Failed? How could it be?

He opened his mouth in surprise, as if he didn't understand why the painter said that.

Although Sayer never thinks he can understand the field of art, from an appreciation point of view, these paintings scattered everywhere make people feel very excellent and have nothing to do with failed works.

Of course, it is a failed work. These are just drawing what I see, and they are not the world I want to describe!

The painter's uncle became more and more angry as he spoke. Even the hair covering his forehead moved casually. If it weren't for his beard that was not long enough, even his beard would fly. However, he did not notice Sayya's gaze at all, but his mood became more and more high. Finally, he even picked up the brush in his hand and headed towards the canvas on his knees.

And this one is not what I want at all!

With force, draw a big fork, and the painting that is about to be completed on the whole side is destroyed... This is what it should have happened.

However, the painting now appeared in Saya's arms. Although he was holding it a little reluctantly, he was still holding it tightly, not intending to let go at all, as if he was afraid that the painter on the opposite side would catch up and planned to continue his just action.

But this was obviously because Sayya was thinking too much. After the painter saw that the painting was stolen, he was indeed stunned at first, but not long after, he covered his face with his right hand, and he seemed a little discouraged and sat back to his original place.

At the same time, his left hand gently waved towards Saya.

Since you have got the painting, you can leave too.

Well, I still think this drawing is very good, but unfortunately, you haven't finished it yet.

Aren't you leaving yet?

Why should I leave?

……never mind.

Although the painter was planning to say something, he didn't say anything in the end, just looked at the painting in Saye's arms with a lonely face, which was the work he just wanted to destroy.

Noting the eyes of the painter uncle, Shayer subconsciously hid a hidden treasure, but then thought about it and handed out the canvas: Is it going to be done? Uncle?

Impossible! I refused firmly, and then pushed away the canvas handed over, but my eyes were not going to move away at all. Can you tell me why I chose this painting? You must know that it has not been completed yet.

...Why do you like it?

Hearing the uncle of the painter, Sayedun picked up the painting and looked at it seriously.

This is not a particularly abstract painting, nor any particularly meaningful color, or a fairly simple sketch and a scene drawn with a pencil.

A very simple painting, you can see that the background is on the waterway of New Venice, and the sides faithfully present the surrounding scenery. However, for some reason, there is a large blank space below, which adds a little regret to the whole painting.

If you like paintings you don’t like, you may not have reached that situation. If you insist on paintings, it should be a sense of intimacy.

……kind?

Well, it’s just kindness. Although I still can’t see where the background of this painting is, when I see the scenery depicted, I feel that I have seen it. I have taken root in my heart without realizing it, and I can’t pay attention to it.

Is that true? I frowned slightly, murmured in a low voice, then raised my head and looked at Saya in front of me. Are you a local?

Local people? Do I look like it? Shayer stretched out his white fingers toward him, then smiled and nodded gently. Although it didn't look like it, I really live in Mercury now... What? Is it related to this painting?

The uncle's eyes were still on the painting, but he had long been nowhere to know where he was swimming. His voice was even more sighing and empty, and he replied helplessly and powerlessly: That's right, it's indeed related to this. I think you should have noticed it too. The scenery of this painting is not here at all!

Shayya nodded. He discovered this when he saw this painting, and it was an opportunity to attract her attention.

Actually, I encountered a bottleneck on the earth.

It can be understood that compared with the Earth, Mercury is indeed more suitable for artistic creation environment.

No...it's not for this reason. Although I also think Mercury is indeed very suitable for artistic creation, I haven't reached this level yet.

Speaking of this, the painter's uncle's face seemed to have become aging more than usual, and even made Saya extremely doubt whether the other person's hair would become gray in an instant.

Of course, this idea did not come true. The painter's uncle still looked weak and even sighed with a lonely face: I saw a painting.

……painting?

Although he could guess something, Sayya asked softly.

That's right, it's this painting...

Looking at the painting in Shaye's arms, the painter's uncle's eyes were extremely confused at this time, which reminded people of a lost child. Although such a metaphor is a bit rude, Shaye still thought of it at the first time.

However, Sayya did not intend to sympathize or pity, but instead acted as a sprinkling of salt on the wound and continued to speak: So, uncle, you came to Mercury for that painting, and now you are not satisfied with the works you have drawn, because of this reason.

Although he was a little unwilling to do so, the painter finally nodded.

That’s right! It’s because of this painting that I only spent half a year working here!!

At this time, the painter stood up and waved his fists a little crazy.

In order to avoid the disaster of fish in the pond, Shaye also took a few steps back, but there was no expression of fear on his face. He seemed to be mentally prepared for the painter's sudden hysteria.

It can't be done no matter how much! It can't be satisfied no matter how much! It can't be satisfied no matter how much! These things, these things, these things--!!

Although the painter wanted to kick out the stretched out foot at this time, he still couldn't kick out at the last moment. In the end, he could only hang in the air and took it back helplessly.

At this moment, Saya's steps moved, and he walked down the stairs, ready to leave the area.

But just as he reached the last level, Saya suddenly turned around.

The long double ponytail also tiles out a graceful curve as the owner swings.

It's time to set off.

Set off?

Yes, it's time for us to set off, otherwise there will be not enough time.

Shaye picked up the painting in his arms, raised it with great strength, and then smiled softly.

Let's find the place where this painting is. I just want to see it too, okay?

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Chapter completed!