In her previous life, her soul wandered for twenty years after her death, that is, she hadn't painted for twenty years.

With this thought, Jiang Xiao couldn't help it anymore.

She flashed out of the space, walked to the wooden shelf in the corner and picked up her school bag, trying to dig through a drawing book.

But I rummaged through the very old-fashioned hand-sewn schoolbag and didn't find a single piece of drawing paper.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help but sigh.

She forgot that her family was so poor that she couldn't even afford a painting book.

Although Siyang Village Primary School has an art class, their drawing paper is actually a small white paper homework book, the paper is very poor, thin and a little transparent.

For Jiang Xiao, who had already used professional drawing paper in his previous life, this kind of paper is really unsightly.

Paper is one thing, the main thing is small, what can you draw so small?

It seems that she has one more motivation to make money, and that is to buy paper, brushes, and paints. In this day and age, these things are also very expensive.

Now I can only draw a few small things at will to have a good time.

Jiang Xiao's heart moved, and the black pen that flashed with a ghostly light appeared in her hand.

Black soil, black pen, but Jiang Xiao has long known that this pen can actually draw any color.

The pen is as she pleases, she can draw any color she wants, and she never needs to add ink or wash the pen.

The refill can also be hard or soft, and the lines drawn can be thick or thin.

It can be said that this pen can withstand all the painting tools.

But because it is so magical, Jiang Xiao also left a little eye in her previous life, and she only used this pen to paint a small part of the paintings handed over to Deng Qingjiang, most of which were with ordinary brushes and paints.

But even so, it still caused trouble.

Jiang Xiao pulled out a chair, sat down at the desk with some paint peeling, and used this pen to draw a bush of fragrant nepeta.

The black body of the pen is light and light, and the refill is sometimes hard and sometimes soft.

Shades of green paint the leaves, and the small yellow flowers bloom beautifully and softly.

A clump of lifelike nepeta jumped on the paper, which was almost real at first glance.

Although Jiang Xiao has a magic brush, her painting skills are indeed her own hard work, and her talent in painting is indeed very amazing.

The drawing skills are not rusty.

Although he only drew such a small herb, Jiang Xiao was still very happy.

Suddenly, she smelled the scent of grass.

At first, she thought it was from the space, but the aroma came from the paper.

Jiang Xiao's eyes widened, and he immediately leaned over to sniff the painting, and really smelled the fragrance of the flowers of the fragrant nepeta!

"Huh!"

She was really surprised.

She used this to paint so many pictures before, but none of them tasted good!

This discovery made Jiang Xiao's heart skip a beat.

Where can she still hold on?

Immediately turned the page and drew another perfume lily.

The perfume lily has a strong floral fragrance, and if it does, it shouldn't be because of her sense of smell! Moreover, she also wants to try whether the things that are not planted in the painting space will also have this kind of magic.

For an old painter who has done a good job, a perfume lily hardly takes a few minutes.

Soon, a fresh and refined perfume lily appeared on the paper, with white atmospheric petals, a delicate yellow near the center of the flower, and a few crystalline drops of water on the petals.

There was no need for Jiang Xiao to lean over and smell now, she could already smell the fresh fragrance of lilies.

The fragrance of flowers permeates the room faintly, and the fragrance is pleasant.

Jiang Xiao is going crazy with joy.

Flipping a page quickly, she continued experimenting.