short-lived physique

Originally, there was an ordinary landscape painting drawn on the drawing paper. No matter the composition or conception, it was so mediocre that it didn't stand out.

Xiao Mu took the paintbrush and daubed the paint on the original landscape painting without blinking.

He added a stroke to the east and a stroke to the west, like a child's random graffiti.And this child was full of interest, as if he was doing something extremely important.

Layers of colors are superimposed, and the whole drawing paper looks extremely dirty. Even people who have learned to paint will say that Xiao Mu is wasting paint and drawing paper after seeing it.

There were miscellaneous paints mixed in the paint tray, Xiao Mu almost squeezed all his own paints into it, and he tried to mix all kinds of colors.

His paintbrush was dipped in the adjusted color, and he was not satisfied with this color at all, it seemed that he always felt a little bit worse.

Xiao Mu tried all the colors, but still couldn't find the feeling he wanted.

He put down the pen irritably, and didn't care that his fingers were stained with paint, biting his nails, pacing and turning in circles in the room repeatedly.

The inspiration that swelled to the point of exploding in my mind was forced to stop abruptly, making me feel irritable.

Xiao Mu patted his forehead, trying to calm down the nerves hidden in his forehead.

His eyes suddenly stopped on the window sill.

There was a half-dried prickly pear in a pot.

His mother put the prickly pear in his room, saying that it is easy to feed, it can add a little greenness to the house, and it can also purify the air. As a result, it has not been a month since I bought the prickly pear at home, and under her persistent watering every day , The roots of the cactus are almost rotten.His mother thought the prickly pear was hopeless, so she threw it from the room to the balcony and never cared about it again.

Unexpectedly, the abandoned cactus survived. Although it was not in good condition, it was at least alive.

Once he entered the state of drawing, Xiao Mu's mind became very active, and he immediately thought of things that happened so far ago.

A resentment that was so strong that Xiao Mu even felt that it didn't belong to him rose from the bottom of his heart.

While Xiao Mu allowed this negative emotion to spread, he enjoyed manipulating it.

It is it.

Xiao Mu walked over from the bed, opened the window, and the sound of traffic that was blocked by the glass came into the room.He took the pot of hardy prickly pear and closed the window again.

The room became quiet again.

The prickly pear would never have imagined in this life that it stubbornly survived the crisis of rotten roots and the crisis of dying of thirst, and finally fell on a utility knife and was poked into a sticky green liquid.

Xiao Mu didn't pay attention, his hand was stabbed by the prickly prickly pear, and a few drops of blood flowed out, which happened to land on the paint tray.

He was a little worried that the color that was finally adjusted would be ruined by these few drops of blood, so he tried the color with distress, and unexpectedly found that the color was just right.

More ethereal, less gloomy.

He applied the last layer of paint on it with peace of mind, and sat on a chair to wait for the paint layer to dry.

The current drawing paper is a mess, as casual and willful as white cardboard in a stationery store for color testing, and it also exudes an unpleasant smell of paint.

The fireworks at the barbecue booth outside became more and more intense, and those who were drunk completely forgot how to control their volume:

"Fuck/damn, the old man in the family wasted money again, and spent more than 1000 on some sanwu health care products... No, listen to me, I don't care about money, do you think I will still feel sorry for this 1000 yuan with my salary Well, the point is that the old man was almost taken to the hospital...Yeah, we are children every day..."

A group of people at the barbecue booth have already discussed from family trivial matters to national affairs, then from national affairs to international situations, and finally began to imagine the universe.

It was getting darker and darker, and the people at the barbecue stand left in twos and threes. It was so quiet outside that only the occasional sound of cars driving by could be heard.

Time passed little by little, and the paint dried layer by layer. This painting, which was incomprehensible at first glance, gradually revealed its amazing beauty.

This is not so much a painting, it is more like a door to the unknown world.

Every color makes it difficult to describe what color it is, even experienced old painters can't imagine how such a dreamy and magical color is reconciled.

It is rendered layer by layer, soaking each other, intertwining each other, and fitting together in every detail.

The whole painting is endowed with life. Every time you change the angle and the light, it seems that it will produce some different changes, as if it is breathing.

At first glance, the elegant and comfortable strange beast lying on the ground is particularly eye-catching. It is bigger than the ancient tree in the sky. Its body curve is smooth and full of strength. Every inch of its muscles is tense, and it can jump up at any time. kill prey.

Its long and narrow eyes were full of divine light, and its mouth was slightly opened, full of fine and sharp teeth, revealing a human-like smile.

It is not like a strange creature that only exists in human fantasy, but a monster that declares its existence through human hands.It has a strange charm on its body, catching people involuntarily approaching it, getting close to it, and finally being frightened by its life-giving eyes, sweating coldly, retreating in embarrassment and falling to the ground, while it shows a malicious smirk contentedly .

No matter which angle you are at, it is always watching you, leaving you nowhere to hide.

When this monster tore off its elegant skin, people will find that the scene that looks like a wonderful fairy tale at first sight is as illusory as bubbles. It is full of venomous snakes sticking out their fangs. The fluorescent bugs flying in the air have a huge mouth full of barbs. The roots of the flowers on the ground are inserted on the fur that cannot be seen clearly. There was a smear of uncleaned flesh and blood hanging from the mouth of the human bird, the hazy drizzle falling from the sky fell into the lake, and the strange fish with six eyes and two mouths writhed its body excitedly...

The most normal rabbit with snow-white fur is out of place here, and the strange beast jokingly pressed it under its paws, adding the rules of the forest to it.

The more you look at it, the more frightening it is. It evokes a trembling fear from the deepest part of the heart, and because of the curiosity and stimulation of the unknown, the more you look at it, the more fascinated you become, and the more you look, the more you can't extricate yourself.

The style of painting is mysterious and fantastic, and every detail reveals vague malice, which arouses goosebumps all over the body.

Xiao Mu's expression was not very good-looking, and the joy of anticipation suddenly sank. He didn't even achieve half of the effect he expected. In his eyes, this painting was just a failed attempt.

Where did I go wrong?

Xiao Mu touched the drawing paper.

Drawing paper isn't good enough... no, it's more than that.

The brush is not fine enough, the border of the smudge is not natural enough, the color is not rich enough, and the emotion is not accurate enough...

He criticized the painting in his heart to the point of being useless, and he just rolled it up and threw it aside mercilessly, just like the drawing paper of his beloved lover.

Xiao Mu couldn't even forgive himself for drawing such a failed work, the hand that hadn't held a paintbrush for nearly half a year was indeed a lot rusty.

He fell on his back on the bed, his stomach, which had been ignored for a long time, screamed loudly like a rebellion.

My stomach hurts like a fire, and my body, which has not eaten for a day, clamors for food.

Xiao Mu pulled off the quilt, buried his head in the quilt, wrapped it twice, and closed his eyes.The air in the quilt was a little thinner, and the hot air dyed Xiao Mu's pale face red, until he felt the feeling of suffocation, Xiao Mu pulled down the quilt covering his head, and exhaled slowly.

The terrible feeling of suffocation miraculously relieved his forehead that had been aching for a whole day. The night was dark, and Xiao Mu didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply got up from the bed and looked through his closet.

A well-sealed picture scroll rolled out.

Xiao Mu took out the paintings in it, the mediocre landscape paintings, and he couldn't find any praiseworthy points in terms of composition, conception and color harmony. He just pulled out a painting that could reach the level that he had studied for several years, which was lackluster.

It is carved out in the same shape as the landscape painting he painted before, no matter the landscape or the position of the vegetation is exactly the same, the only difference is the color tone.

But this painting was not painted by him.

The painter is his nominal senior brother.

Why did he think the painting was of a high standard?

Xiao Mu was a little confused about himself, and his senior brother who was far superior in painting skills in his memory didn't seem to be that great.

This painting is full of traces of carefully copying others, imitating the paintings of countless painters, and finally blending such nondescript works.

I can't see the artist's own thoughts, so rigid and soulless.

Xiao Mu frowned, vaguely remembering that his painting teacher had a very high opinion of his brother.

It seems...it shouldn't be at this level?

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