On May 3rd, today's weather was unexpectedly good, and it was a rare sunny day in the past two months.

The sky was blue, and the clouds were torn by the wind like cotton wool.

Early in the morning, Enacylin, who had come out of the house he had rented in order to play the gloomy role he had set, looked up at the sky with blue background and white patterns, and felt that the mood that had been suppressed for nearly two months was much soothed.

"Sure enough, there are only three things that can heal a person the most: good food, great views, and Kinglake. ”

This house with a retro and ugly smell is located on the edge of the square in the center of the city, the façade is entwined with half-dead vines, and there is a small open space in the doorway, and a chair is moved out and sat down in the doorway, and you can see the pedestrians and various birds in the square.

Enacilliclin, who had a face that was not much different from the original, but was obviously paler and more aggressive, was in a happy mood at this time, and the gloom deliberately created on his body was reduced a lot, and he didn't look like a murderous demon law system, but like a pale and sick aristocratic young master who came out to bask in the sun while the weather was good.

"Let me remind you, your role is broken. ”

Mingnuo was lazy and casual, and a magnetic and mysterious voice appeared in Enacilliclin's mind - in order to deal with all the unexpected situations that might occur, Enacillin decided after consulting with Mingnuo that all the time except for the time period when physiological problems and privacy events were resolved should be kept in the link to avoid accidents.

"Mr. Mingnuo, even the most gloomy people will have times when they are in a better mood, right? Ernacillic couldn't help but roll his eyes in his mind, it was too tiring to wear a mask and play another person all the time.

"Well, you have a point. "Mingnuo's words are a bit perfunctory, anyway, there are no people watching now, just feel free to order it. He was looking at the blue and white sky through Enacillicillin's senses, feeling the warmth of the sun shining on his body and the coolness of his cheeks from time to time. It's been a long time since he's been so leisurely in the sun, and even when his body wasn't asleep, he didn't have time to bask in the sun and chat with his friends so leisurely.

"By the way, aren't you going to the association today?" said Mingnuo casually, "Is it really okay not to sign in?"

"Yesterday, Miss Mo said, let me go later today, just as a holiday with high nervous tension these days. Ernacillin squinted and spread out in his chair, nonchalantly tapping his fingers on the armrests of the chair.

"Besides, my current identity is a wild psionic envoy, or I have the intention of joining the demon retinue organization, in this case, how can I keep running to the guild?" he still squinted lazily at the sky, looking silent, but in fact, the communication with Mr. in his mind never stopped.

"That makes sense, but your most superficial identity right now isn't close to the Guild, but is it possible to be a wild spirit who is always very disturbed and gloomy because you've killed people?

Minno yawned and began to analyze:

"Think about it, how can a person be directly alienated from their previous place of work when they are thinking about changing jobs?"

"Yes. However, it will not be over until the afternoon today, as Miss Mo specially explained yesterday. Ernacillin seconded quite approvingly, and when it came to the matter of going to go later, he was actually quite puzzled.

"Did you explain it......? I understand. Mingnuo's tone was thoughtful, and then he reacted to the intention of Mo Mo, and there was a slight smile at the end of the sentence.

“？”

So, what did Mr. Mingnuo understand? Could it be that today is a terrible day? No, the first day has just passed Labor Day, and there is no holiday to celebrate, right?

Ernacillin was confused, and thought about it, maybe the president was put forward by several Excellencies with strange opinions, and was forced to set up some kind of festival under pressure, anyway, Miss Mo and they didn't do this kind of thing.

After much thought, Enacyrin decided that he didn't want to think so much, squinted his eyes and sat on a chair and continued to bask in the sun. It's tiring to think about every step of the way and plan to go all the time.

It turns out that once people stop planning all the time, they become relaxed. Like Enacillerin today, lazily basking in the sun, half-squinting at the crowd of passers-by and street musicians playing beautiful music, bards reciting beautiful poems, and the painter with a painting bag in front of Enacillin, a lady who looked delicate and quiet and dressed in an elegant dress.

The painter approached him, pointed to his sketchpad and brush, made a gesture of a brush, and pointed to Ernacillin, meaning that he could be her own model—she could not speak.

As a colleague, Enacyrin immediately understood what she meant and nodded at her with a smile. Then casually put your left leg on your right leg and put it in a more comfortable and sedentary position.

Already in a pose, I set up my easel and set up the canvas with my canvas nailed, then I took out my weathered paint box and started working on it.

Different models of brushes move with her hands on the canvas, blending the colors with oil on the palette on her hands from time to time.

From the whole to the part, from the dark part to the light part, each block is roughly distinguished by the pigment.

She then switches to a smaller brush to intensify and refine the patches of color on the canvas.

With the swing of her arms, the picture on the cloth gradually became clearer, and the lady gave the stacked color blocks a delicate texture with just a few strokes.

Ernacillin remained still and half-squinted his eyes for a moment at the lady who had painted him as a model, chatting with Minno in his mind very leisurely.

"Sir, what do you say, what did this lady paint me like?" said Ernacillin, apparently bored and speechless.

"The movements are skillful and smooth, so it should be very good. Mingnuo didn't ignore him, anyway, for a consciousness whose body has been asleep for an unknown amount of time, it is a good thing to have someone to chat with him.

"Are you so sure?" Probably because the atmosphere was too relaxed, and Enacylin's tone became unconsciously casual.

Naturally, Ming Nuo didn't care, he wasn't a person who counted on such trivial matters, "Well, there used to be a ...... who was good at painting" For some reason, he paused, "Old friend." ”

"Since you use the word 'good at', that person must be very good at drawing. "And it's definitely powerful.

"Well, she's really good at drawing, and she doesn't like to draw real things. Ming Nuo didn't deny it, but his tone was tinged with a touch of nostalgia.

"Don't like drawing real things?"

This is a bit of a novelty for Ernacillin, is this one painting abstract?

"She would draw the images she imagined in her mind, like people, scenes, animals, evil things, demons...... In short, she paints everything. However, it is generally beautified. Ernacillic heard the vague smile in Minno's words, and he guessed that the relationship between the lady and Mr. Minno was probably not simple.

Enacyrin looked at the white doves flying in the square, and his heart itched a little. Forgetting for a moment that he was still being someone else's model, he unleashed a seductive magic without a trace, causing a flock of white doves to fly towards him with their wings.

This scene fell into the eyes of the lady who painted him, and she already felt that the pale boy sitting in the chair basking in the sun was like an aristocratic beautiful boy who walked out of the picture by a woman. Now seeing the scene of him surrounded by white doves, I feel that he is more like an angel coming out of the mural.

An angel who is holy, handsome, but detached because his overly pale face looks fragile.

In an instant, a picture appeared in the mind of this lady, who had lived in silence and silence since birth, but which she had never seen before, but which was very clear:

The young man had huge white wings on his back, and the white doves around him surrounded him like elves.

The delicate and quiet lady suddenly wanted to make a bold attempt, she wanted to try to add mythological elements to real people, and create a school of painting that did not exist today.

Her eyes became serious and solemn, as if she had painted with oil paints for the first time, and there was a sense of novelty. Just as she loves the thick and delicate texture of oil paintings, she loves the style of painting she uses now.

She quickly sketched the shape of the wings in her mind behind the almost finished boy on the canvas, adding the white doves that surrounded him.

Then she took a few steps away and looked at the general effect, she thought for a moment, and then, as if she had been awakened in an instant, she added a few warm strokes of light to the boy on the canvas.

In this way, it is complete enough.

She thought.

She stood up and nodded to indicate that Ennacillin was finished.

She didn't wait for Ernacillin to get up and walk over, but carefully moved the frame and displayed the canvas in front of Enercilin:

The background on the canvas is this retro and eerie house on the edge of the square. But the house in the picture is different from reality, it is mysterious and holy, the façade is covered with verdant vines, and under the warm sunlight, this house with a long history seems to have stepped back to the era when it was in its most perfect state.

There was a simple chair in front of the house, on which a young man with huge white wings sat on his back. His handsome face looked holy in the sun, but his overly pale complexion made him feel fragile and detached.

He was surrounded by a flock of white doves, like mischievous elves, clustered around the holy angels, which made him a little more angry.

The warm sunlight that fills the whole picture dilutes the sense of alienation in him, and people unconsciously want to recite a poem in praise of angels.

Paintings in this style were never seen before by Enercillin, and were the product of a combination of reality and myth. This painting is neither entirely imaginary nor blindly sketched, but its creator combines them with great skill, and the picture is real and delicate but mixed with a strong atmosphere of mythology and fantasy.

The only pity is that due to the constraints of time and venue, this work cannot be very delicate for the time being. The woman who created it knew this all too well, and she hurriedly found a pencil and paper from her painting bag, and quickly wrote a few lines on it:

"Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to take this painting back and refine it. I'd like to put it in my first exhibition that I'm going to have, and it's going to be the best in the show!In return, I'll give you a fee, but I'm sorry, I'm penniless for the exhibition, I hope you can give me some patience and wait for the exhibition to be completed, and I'll give you the money you deserve. ”

She handed the paper to Ernacillin, looking at him with some anticipation and some shame in her eyes.

Annacillin quickly finished reading the delicate words on the paper, and was about to speak, when she saw the lady opposite pointing to her ear, waving her hand, and then pointing to the pen and paper to make a writing motion.

Enacillicillin understood what she meant, and quickly wrote a few lines of words on the paper:

"I don't mind. You don't have to pay me, it's my honor to be a model for a great painter of the future, that's the best pay. If you don't want to, you can send it to the Psionic Association in the form of a postcard. ”

There's nothing special about the font of Enacylicin, except that there is a small hook at the end of each letter.

The lady in an elegant dress carefully read a few lines of sentences on the paper and showed a gentle and good-looking, grateful smile.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted Ernacillin, then packed up her painting tools and hurriedly said goodbye.

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