Qing Huan took a blank mask, held the brush, and wanted to put down the pen when he looked at the mask.

Before putting pen to paper, she weighed it in her mind.

Since he has left the Hua family and wants to be a man, he will draw a man's mask first.

After thinking about it like this, before the pen fell, two words suddenly appeared in her mind.

Life, death.

Qing Huan's hand holding the pen froze in mid-air, feeling a little inexplicable in his heart, why did these two words suddenly appear uncontrollably in his mind.

But she quickly reacted, since it would be strange for her to put on the mask, was there an abnormality in the process of drawing the mask?

Thinking so, she quickly chose in her mind, Sheng, this option.

Now she doesn't know what caused this weirdness, but life and death, she thinks it's better to choose a life.

After she finished her life, a long list of words appeared in her mind.

Anhuai, Luoyang, Tangzhou, Yongzhou, Hangzhou, Jinzhou, Huizhou...

This time, she quickly realized that these were place names.

The place, of course, is close to herself, she chose Hangzhou without hesitation.

Then a small map appeared in my mind, the map was the appearance of Hangzhou, and then in the corresponding position on the map, there were countless villains floating.

All of them are men, old, middle, young, young, and young.

Those villains were layered on top of each other, floating up and falling again, Qing Huan looked at the group of floating irregular villains, and fixed his attention on a young man at will.

As she chose the object, the other villains disappeared, and only the image of the young man remained in her mind, floating in the northwest of Hangzhou City near the center.

The man was handsome, but not very outstanding, wearing a black gauze hat on his head, a boxy jade plate inlaid on the hat, a azure collared robe with black edges, and a paper fan in his hand.

Qing Huan had the appearance of this person in his mind, and the pen was like a divine help, what color should be used for each stroke, and where to draw it, and there was a rule in his heart all of a sudden.

By this time, she was already amazed in her heart, but the vision in her mind had not stopped.

As she put pen to paper on the mask, a scene suddenly appeared before her eyes.

It was a vast lake, the breeze blowing, stirring up layers of phosphorescent water in the clear water of the lake, the willows on the shore hung low, and the willow branches swayed with the wind, and the water color of the lake was a good patch.

Qing Huan looked at the scene in front of her intoxicated, and suddenly a strand of broken hair fell in front of her, Qing Huan subconsciously wanted to reach out to brush away the strand of broken hair, and a hand in her sight had already preceded her movements, gently brushing the strand of hair to the side.

Qing Huan's hand froze in place, and it took a long time to react, for some reason, after the picture disappeared, she knew that the scene she saw in front of her was exactly what the person on the mask was looking at at this time.

The image lasted only about two minutes, and then vanished.

Coming back to her senses, Qing Huan looked at the paintbrush in her hand, her strange and somewhat impetuous and boring heart suddenly calmed down, she looked at the mask quietly, and finished painting the mask carefully one stroke at a time.

Looking at the mask that had just been made with satisfaction, Qing Huan finally understood in her memory why Miss Hua, who didn't like to read, liked to draw masks so much.

The process of drawing the mask is almost as good as a movie for Miss Nahua.

Qing Huan looked up at the room full of masks, and guessed that if the scene that Miss Hua saw when she drew the mask was the same as herself, then Miss Hua would probably have seen the world without leaving home.

It seems that Miss Hua's room full of masks is not painted randomly, and there are real people and real things for reference.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that if the masks drawn by Miss Hua were all based on real people and real things, then the mask of the man she wore a few days ago could it be that there was a real person, and she 。。。。。。

"Ha, even if there is such a person, no one knows what I have done anyway."

Qing Huan comforted himself as a thief, and left this matter behind.

At this moment, she was not in the mood to do her homework at all, so she only took out her paintbrush and began to paint hard.

At first, she also thought that after choosing the subject to see the picture, she could change the object of the painting, so that she could quickly screen the object she wanted to see, but after actually experimenting, she found that this would not work.

After choosing the object and seeing the picture, if she doesn't draw the object, she can't see the second object, and the condition for this painting to see the vision must be on the mask, no matter what you draw on the mask, the pen will always be on the mask.

Therefore, she can only slowly trace the past step by step one mask after another.

After drawing the man, she chose to draw two dead people, a fairy, a tanuki, and a table.

It's different from the man in the painting.

When Qing Huan chose to draw a dead man, he had one more choice and an explanation in his mind.

The choice is: someone knows, no one knows. The description is the year, but in the year of the note, the earliest is not more than three years, that is, the newly dead person within three years, she can see it.

She chose to paint once and tried it, no one knew or anyone knew, the pictures were the last scenes that the person saw, and there was no one in either scene, just some messy pictures, just looking at them, it was impossible to tell the difference between the two.

However, only from a literal understanding, Qing Huan estimates that someone knows that someone knows that this person is dead, and no one knows about it, and no one knows that he is probably dead.

The picture before death is not good-looking, fortunately, she can only see the picture, and she doesn't have the feeling of experiencing it herself, she has watched so many movies in her previous life, so watching those pictures is like watching a movie, but it is not so scary.

When she paints the immortals, her mind is empty until she decides on the object, and there are no images or options.

It was only after she determined the object, Erlang God, that she had a few place names in her mind.

This time she still chose Hangzhou, and then two Taoist temples in Hangzhou appeared in her mind, and she chose one more in that Taoist temple.

Then she saw a statue of Erlang God in front of her, and the environment where the statue was located, and even she saw the person kneeling in front of the statue, and this scene lasted for about two minutes, and she could only see the picture and not hear the sound.

After painting the statue of the gods, Qing Huan finally understood why wearing a mask can become a god, but there is no magic power of a god, feeling that this is a clay sculpture of the god, the so-called mud bodhisattva crossing the river itself is difficult to protect, and where will there be supernatural powers.

The situation of drawing the tanuki is similar to that of the idol, except that the name of the place is no longer displayed, but the different looks of the tanuki are directly given, and she is allowed to choose, and after choosing the appearance, it is directly the scene that the tanuki sees.

It was a deep forest, and it was raining in the forest, and the rain was dripping from the leaves and dripping into the dirt in front of the tanuki.

There is no rain in Hangzhou today, but the sky is clear, through the rain, Qing Huan only knows that the tanuki should not be in Hangzhou, but where it is, Qing Huan does not know.

As for the table, like the tanuki, she can choose a style, but when she paints, she can't even see the surrounding environment, but as she paints, she can see how the table is assembled.

After painting a few masks, the sky had darkened, and in the small study, Huai Die also lit candles, and the flickering candles of the candles stretched Qinghuan's figure and cast it on the bookshelf behind him.

The whole small study, near the candles, was a warm yellow that was faint, and far away, it was a pale black of ink.