Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

At night, sitting around the stove, the pine wood was burning, and from time to time a few sparks exploded, making a crackling sound, waking up the five little birds sleeping in the wooden box next to them, making a chirping sound, and then they continued to lie down. Fell asleep.

Although I don’t know why, compared to other woods, pine wood is indeed prone to bursting out such small crackling sparks. Tilan was sitting by the fire, painting with a pen. The picture depicts the scenery seen during the day. And a hint of her fantasy.

A low and simple log cabin is located in the tall and straight fir forest. The sun shines through the gaps in the forest and shines on the grass. A few birds fly through the forest. Not far from the hut, there are two people standing on the grass, looking into the distance. However, compared to the tall fir tree, they are too small. When reflected in the picture, they are just two faint dots. A hazy mood.

Tilan doesn't like a painting style that is too realistic, because it is no different from a photo, has no beauty, and has no center. But she also doesn't like a painting style that is too unreal, which is exaggerated and unrealistic. What she likes most It is the kind of beauty that is slightly realistic but also has a touch of fantasy, a beauty that is between fantasy and reality.

Just like a slightly sour green orange, it looks green on the surface, but it has gradually matured on the inside, with orange flesh. It is not as sour as a freshly grown fruit, nor as sweet as an overripe fruit. It is greasy and has a slightly sour and sweet taste, which is very popular.

The firelight swayed, giving the girl's skirt and face a faint halo. In a small box not far away, the upper bodies of five birds were bathed in the light, as if coated with a layer of gold, while their lower bodies still belonged to the coldness of the room. The gray-blue tone, the two lusters fight with each other between the villi, and the delicate villi shadows are clear and obvious under the light and shadow.

While painting the painting on her knees, Tilan occasionally glanced at the five sleeping little guys. Her heart calmed down unconsciously, and then she continued the painting in her hands.

She is not a master of painting, but no one has ever stipulated that the painting must look good before she can paint. Sometimes people care too much about various concepts and opinions, which in turn restricts themselves.

Compared to having a teacher to teach music, Tilan learned painting basically by following her feelings. The biggest learning was watching simple teaching videos for a period of time, which did not exceed 20 hours in total.

Compared with the students in Edes Academy who specialize in painting, Tilan's painting can be described as clumsy, but precisely because of this indifference and free will, it makes her very relaxed, watching the paint spread delicately on the canvas, and then Once you sketch out what you want bit by bit, you will feel a sense of satisfaction.

On the other side of the fire, Dolores was wearing silk pajamas, leaning on a wooden lounge chair, flipping through some old books in her hands, occasionally moving her legs, or putting the book down to look at Tilan across from her and concentrate on painting. appearance.

Time passed quietly, and the kettle hanging next to the fire made a gurgling sound of boiling water. Dolores put down the book, stood up, and first carefully touched the handle of the kettle with her fingers to make sure it was not too hot, and then put it down. Pick it up and put it aside.

"Tilan, would you like some coffee?" She walked to the girl's side and looked at the half-painted painting in Tilan's arms.

"want."

"Do you need to add sugar?" Dolores continued to ask.

"Two."

No more, no less. When Dolores drinks it herself, she usually adds four pills.

After that, Dolores put the two cups in place, then added hot water to brew, then stirred slightly, then opened the small jar, took out the sugar cubes, and added them.

Although she rarely brewed it by herself before, this young lady still knows how to do basic common sense.

"Here." Dolores brought the coffee, looked at Tilan who was painting, thought for a moment, found a stool, covered it with a simple tablecloth, and placed the coffee in front of her.

Although Tilan was painting, she still noticed Dolores' movements from the corner of her eye.

A bit clumsy. Compared with the maids of the previous "Liu Li Meng", I can immediately feel the difference.

"Thank you." She stopped drawing, raised her head, and then watched Dolores sit back on the wooden chair and flip through the book.

I always felt that Dolores was a little shy, and the girl didn't know if it was an illusion, because this emotion was very light, and it was the first time she felt it in Dolores.

With this thought in her mind, Tilan continued to paint the remaining parts with the brush between her fingers.

Today is the third day that the two of them have been vacationing here, and they are gradually becoming familiar with this cabin and the surrounding environment.

Half an hour later, Tilan hung up the finished canvas and set it aside to dry in the shade. Only then did she pick up the coffee in front of her and drink it slowly.

"The Winter Festival Gala is in two days. Is Tilan ready to sing any songs?" Delores asked now.

"It's definitely too late to come up with new songs at the last minute." The girl shook her head. She had previously focused all her energy on the Winter Festival Competition and didn't pay much attention to the party.

"Let's sing classic songs." The girl decided calmly.

"Which song is it? "Hymn to the Golden Rose."" Dolores subconsciously thought of this song that has been covered by countless singers.

"No, because this song was booked in advance for the party. It is the last chorus." The girl said with a little regret. She originally wanted to choose this song because it was not difficult and it was very suitable to sing at the winter party.

"It's really common."

Dolores recalled that she seemed to have seen this song being sung in chorus at parties several times before. Occasionally, some audience members would tease her. When you really don’t know what to sing well, you can’t go wrong singing this song. Even the most crazy group of people on the Internet today will not make random comments about this song. After all, it is the most famous song of His Highness, and it almost became the national anthem.

"Have Tilan chosen a song yet?"

"Well, it's a very old song." Tilan thought of the information she had recently checked. The history of this song can be traced back to the early days of mankind, when the world war had just ended. The entire civilization was gradually exploring the universe in a desperate situation. , society is full of various hopes and fantasies for the future, and these expectations in a sense represent the aspirations of the entire human civilization.

In these short thirty years, humans launched satellites, developed spacecrafts that landed on the moon, and began to build the Internet. Many seeds that changed the world also sprouted in these years. The ideas of equality, independence, and freedom began to spread, and various Classic movies and stories continue to emerge one after another until the end of the millennium, and people can still feel the spiritual legacy left by that era.

"The name of the song is "Fly Me to the Moon". It may have also had names like "In Other Words" and "Take Me to the Moon". The creation and circulation of this song are also full of stories."

The girl stood up, took out a player that looked like an old tape recorder from her suitcase, pressed the button, and as a prelude with slightly rough wavy points sounded, this ancient music spanning tens of thousands of years began to sound again.