My Wife is Tim

Annan sent an invitation to Tiamat.

"Family?"

Tiamat's voice was soft, and a confused expression appeared on her delicate pretty face.

"Well, home!"

Annan nodded and explained: "Originally, the imaginary space is a world where nothing exists. Even if I want to make a place to live, I can't do it, but now you have such a big space, you always stay in a white and monotonous space. It's annoying to look at in space, isn't it?"

"If it's one person, it's fine, but for two people, building a place to live might be more lively."

"Hot...home..."

Tiamat murmured Annan's words subconsciously, and gradually, the pink-purple pupils lit up like stars twinkling.

"Annan, let's build a home!"

Tiamat held Annan's hand tightly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"But...how should a home be built?"

The Goddess of Creation tilted her head and asked inexplicably.

At the time when Tiamat lived, there was basically no concept of home.

With the sky as the quilt and the earth as the bed, even the gods in high places would sleep in a cave with hay at that time.

The concept of architecture only appeared with the continuous accumulation of human history.

Can't let Tiamat sleep with him in a cave?

However, when it comes to architecture, Annan is also a layman...

"How to build a reasonable and beautiful house?"

Annan was lost in thought.

This is his proposal, then the plan of the house must be thought by him.

However, when building a house, there are many aspects to consider.

Aesthetics and comfort are one of them, but safety is more important.

To consider the load-bearing capacity of the house and the rationality of the structure, these all need to be carefully calculated by designers who are proficient in engineering mechanics.

If any point is not well designed, the stress is overloaded at a certain point of the building, and the house will definitely collapse.

"You can't just build a nest casually. If the house falls down as soon as you lie down, it will be troublesome."

Annan scratched his head and looked at the pen and paper he took out from the storage space.

Half an hour has passed, and the blank paper in front of him is still empty, like a candidate who doesn't know where to start when taking the high school math test.

"Hey, it would be nice if building a house didn't have to consider so many physical factors, wait-"

Annan's eyes narrowed and he realized his mistake.

This is the world of imaginary numbers, a place where nothing exists, there is no physical law, and gravity is only simulated by magic.

Even after leaving the imaginary world, Xingyue is a world with mysterious existence.

If Newton's coffin board dared to move, the Church of the Holy Church dared to destroy Newton's urn with black keys.

"Tsk, I fell into the misunderstanding of ordinary people's thinking. The Goddess of Creation is by my side, consider the physical factors of a ghost!"

If Newton has any objection, let Newton come down from the Heroic Spirit Seat to trouble them!

Annan squeezed the pencil in his right hand, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly.

Forget about structural mechanics, the only thing to consider is the style and aesthetics of the house.

To put it bluntly, the only thing left to do is to draw a beautiful picture.

"Tiamat, what kind of house do you want? Let's draw our own home together!"

Reaching out and holding the white paper, Annan smiled lightly, and used a black pencil to outline the future of the two on the paper!

Chapter 9 On how to use the magician's painting skills in the right way

"Aa~?~Aa~?~"

In the inner space of the body of the Goddess of Creation, Tiamat hummed a nice melody, sat happily beside Annan, and stared at Annan with her beautiful eyes.

"Shh, shh!"

The sound of the nib scrambling across the paper can be heard incessantly.

Annan was half-bent on the ground, and in front of him was a half-foot-wide piece of white paper. The pencil in his hand drew beautiful traces.

Straight lines and arcs are intertwined, and the techniques of sketching and line drawing are used alternately.

With superb skills, just a simple black and white line, it outlines a three-dimensional house in a painting.

"I feel like at my level, it's no problem to be a painter..."

The movements of painting on his hands kept on, and Annan felt amazing when he saw the results he created with his own hands.

In his previous life, he basically had no relationship with painting, and the level of painting stayed at the level of stickman.

Therefore, now he can draw exquisite patterns, all thanks to the blessings of the original owner of this body.

As a magician, you often need to draw rituals and magic circles. A little understanding of painting is the professional quality of a magician.

If a magician can't do the basic operation of freehand drawing a circle, then don't go out and be ashamed.

"However, with this level of painting skills, it's too wasteful to use it to paint a magic circle ceremony or something."

Annan, who inherited the knowledge of magicians, disagreed with the idea of ​​magicians.

"Such a good technique, it's a pity not to draw astringent pictures!"

While drawing the plan of the house, Annan felt pity for the thoughts of the magicians.

There are so many magicians in the world, and they are all hidden painters.

It's too wasteful to only use painting techniques in magic. Isn't it delicious to paint a book?

Anyway, there are restraints, few magicians can successfully reach the root cause...

Instead of wasting your life in vain, it is better to change jobs to be a book painter, benefit mankind, and make a contribution to the world together!

As we all know, Shitu is the first productive force!

Using painting techniques in magic is an unforgivable evil way!

"By the way, I also have good painting skills now. Do you want to make a few copies of the astringent pictures when you have time, and then produce and sell them yourself?"

Looking at the superb skills he swayed on the paper, Annan's mind became active, and he secretly glanced at Tiamat beside him.

Why don't... how many astringent pictures of mentioning mom? !

Do you think it's a picture of a mother-in-law dressed as a cat-eared maid?Or do you want to make a mother-in-law picture of a swimsuit and bikini?

Or just be more exciting, with a whip and a candle in hand, and a Tima in a queen's leather coat, such an astringent picture seems to be not bad!

"Aaa...?"

As if aware of Annan's peeking gaze, Tiamat turned his head and shifted his gaze from the drawing to Annan's face in confusion.

This made Annan quickly turn his head and return to the posture of concentrating on painting, while secretly scolding himself in his heart for not being able to live up to his expectations.

Really, I just want to draw astringent pictures, it's too unmotivated to have such an ideal!

Ideally, it should be bigger.

First set a small goal for yourself, and strive to let Tiamat wear these clothes to show him one day!

Eating peaches in his heart, Annan's painting on paper is drawing to a close.

In the beginning, Annan had many ideas about the house he and Tiamat would live in.

Celestial-style courtyard houses, Gothic-style castles, and gorgeous Greek-style palaces…

There are too many types of buildings in the world, so Annan has a good selection.

However, in the end, considering that there are only two people in this world, he and Tiamat, Annan finally chose a simple style.

Simple, but warm, this is what Annan thinks a home should look like.

Besides, Tiamat doesn't necessarily like a house that is too complicated, and a simpler style is easier to change later.

"Tiamat, how about this?"

After painting the roof of the house with the last stroke, Annan let out a long sigh of relief and handed the drawing to Tiamat, who was looking forward to the light from his eyes.

The goddess of creation took the drawing carefully and read it carefully, as if to keep the drawing on the paper firmly in her heart.

After a long time, Tiamat held the paper, put his hands on his chest lightly, and a soft smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"I like it very much, Annan, thank you!"

The smile of the goddess is like a flower, full of beauty.

For a while, Annan felt the scent of flowers in the air because of Tiamat's smile.

"Well, as long as you like it."

Annan, who was so sincerely grateful to Tiamat, scratched his cheeks and said a little embarrassedly.

"If there is no objection, then it will be up to you to build the house."

"Well, wrap it on me!"

Tiamat closed his eyes gently and clasped his hands in front of him like a prayer.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Annan always felt that at this moment, Tiamat exuded a divine light.

Simple, majestic, grand...

As thick as the earth, thick enough to contain all things...

But there is also the gentleness of spring rain moistening things silently!

The Mother of Origin is here to show her divinity, and the miracle of the sea of ​​life is repeated in the mother's womb that nurtures all things!

This is why Annan suddenly felt that Tiamat's temperament had changed.