The scholar seemed to have finally noticed Xiao Xiao's existence.

There was a surprised expression on his face.

...

Xiao Xiao smiled.

"Hello."

Artists always have a concentration that exceeds that of ordinary people.

He understands.

…

The scholar stared at Xiao Xiao blankly for a while.

Just when Xiao Xiao thought that the reaction of the Black Pipa Ghost would happen again to this monster, the scholar's eyes fell on the painting in front of him again.

There was no change in his demeanor or breath.

It seems that Xiao Xiao is just a human being who can't see it.

Xiao Xiao:......

He shrugged slightly.

All right.

Obviously, in the eyes of this monster, he is far less important than this painting.

Instead of wasting time contacting him, it would be better to look at more paintings.

…

"Russing~Russing~"

The subtle voice sounded again.

Xiao Xiao tilted his head.

The scholar-like monster lowered its head again, and the hand holding the brush kept moving.

Xiao Xiao quickly raised his eyes and looked behind the scholar.

A flower bloomed before his eyes.

The petals are plump.

Posture is relaxed.

The upward growth looks a bit wanton.

...

It feels a bit like a pantomime.

Black and white tones.

There is no sound.

But it's still shocking.

...

How shocked one moment was, and the next moment he looked at the flowers that looked like they had been erased by an eraser, Xiao Xiao felt so regretful in his heart.

He suddenly thought of Pipa Ghost.

Maybe it’s partly because I just saw the Black Pipa Ghost.

The same thing happened when I first heard Pipa Ghost playing.

The sudden end of the music and the disappearance of the paintings in front of you both make people feel regretful.

…

Xiao Xiao's painting skills are at the level of a layman.

In his opinion, the scholar's paintings were already very good.

Even just black and white is stunning enough.

However, he consciously did not say any layman's words.

The scholar obviously looked like he was immersed in creation.

It was better for him not to disturb the other party.

…

When Xiao Xiao returned to this painting again, the scholar was still there.

But he wasn't painting.

The brush in its hand gently brushed the painting.

It seems like I want to dye it a bit like the color of the painting.

…

"The paint on the painting has dried."

Xiao Xiao reminded the monster softly.

I'm also a bit worried that the monster will "come by force".

It will be bad if the painting is damaged by then.

…

"……I know."

The scholar responded to Xiao Xiao's words for the first time.

It just couldn't hold it back for a while.

"...I can't draw such a color..."

…

Well……

Xiao Xiao blinked.

"Your brush is not stained with paint."

How can you draw other colors?

…

"It can be drawn."

The scholar said firmly.

But the next second, a frustrated look appeared on its face, "But I can't draw it now."

…

Xiao Xiao's eyes couldn't help but fall on the brush in the scholar's hand.

Can you draw...?

Sure enough, it is something belonging to a monster.

He smiled.

"I'll be able to draw it one day."

…

"Um."

The scholar nodded, "I will definitely draw it."

Its eyes glowed with hot and bright light.

My heart is full of passionate desire and unwillingness to be entangled in it.

It wants to paint... as brilliant and dazzling colors as the painting in front of me.

…

"The color of this painting is applied with paint."

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows were slightly curved, "Would you like to try the paint too?"

"Before you can actually draw color."

…

The scholar was startled.

"……pigment……"
To be continued...