My name is Gu Sisi, and I am a young and ignorant beautiful girl.

It was the summer vacation of the first year of high school, my parents were at work, and my classmates asked me to go out to play, and I pigeoned them.

It's not that I want to pigeons them, it's just that something is wrong.

A ghost appeared in my room that day.

Yes, in broad daylight, a ghost appeared in my room.

He was three feet tall, with a green face and fangs, and his eyes fell out and hung down to his chest, and his hair was like withered grass, and his skin was like rotten wood;

I dare to show up in broad daylight, this ghost is really powerful, but I'm not afraid at all.

I also battled with him for nearly half an hour;

I can't help this ghost, probably because he thinks this woman's qualifications are terrifying, and he actually moved the idea of accepting apprentices.

"I'll teach you how to draw."

It's really arrogant, just a ghost, who dares to boast that he wants to teach himself to paint.

I verbally promised him.

The next day, he came again.

He dared to come!

Looking at me dressed in onions, crosses, talismans, and Buddhist scriptures in my hands, this guy obviously looked afraid.

I asked him, how do you want to die.

I cleaned up.

I warned him strongly: "Please, don't pester me anymore, can I burn you a little paper money?" ”

"Who said I was a ghost?"

It turns out that he is not a ghost.

It turned out that he really wanted to teach me how to draw.

Teach it, why do you want to hit her head with a pen.

"Why are you teaching me to draw?"

"Because you're too ugly."

I can't stand this grievance.

Even if you beat me, he will still say that I am ugly, and I will be punished for killing people!

I made an appointment with him to fight, this time it was different from just now, this time we will fight.

Isn't it just painting?

"Heh, did I tell you that my nickname is Gu Baishi?"

In the first game, he didn't lose.

In the second game, I didn't win.

In the third game, I wanted to draw, but he wouldn't let it.

"Would you like to learn to draw with me?" He asked me with a soft smile.

"Sir is above, be worshiped by the apprentice!"

Summer beasts, hell with me.

"It's said that being a teacher is not a ghost."

"Whew, it hurts!"

He took out the pen that had hit me and asked me why I had suddenly stopped drawing.

I can't answer.

He said, "Take him out tomorrow." ”

It turned out that his body was the pen, and I suddenly realized that this was not the script of 30 years of Hedong and 30 years of Hexi, don't bully girls and be poor?

Sister's golden finger is here!

I asked him to teach me how to cultivate immortals, and he said that he only taught painting.

He refused to teach me to cultivate immortals, so I refused to learn to paint.

As a result, he followed me wherever I went, and this guy didn't show me vindictiveness, but he was very good at yin and yang, and every day we could argue over trivial things that didn't matter.

Forget it about fighting with a ghost, I haven't won yet!

Sister can't swallow this breath!

Later, when I got used to it, I swallowed it.

The summer vacation of my freshman year of high school was very fulfilling, and I began to get used to having a ghost floating behind me wherever I went.

It's just that I was probably dizzy from the heat that day, so I suddenly sat down in the study, picked up a pen and began to draw.

It's still pretty beautiful.

"What are you doing with all this, you're a sophomore in high school next semester, and it's almost time to start school, have you finished your homework?"

My mother, who came back from work, said;

Suddenly, I felt that it was boring.

I looked back and saw that the ghost was still behind me, holding my hands and smiling at her.

"Sir, teach me how to draw!"

"I'll be tough."

"Please whip me as much as you like!"

……

"I think that she painted very well, so she stopped painting, and my previous master, who left behind the painting skills, failed to find a successor before he died, these are all strange and pity, so I want to give it to her."

Feng unreasonably listened to the story of the two quietly, the sun was shining on a summer afternoon, and the whole campus was quiet.

Later, the scholar began to teach the poor and talented painting skills to this girl.

He is a strict teacher, every comment is spicy to the bone, and he can always grasp the shortcomings in the girl's painting, and the girl makes rapid progress under his guidance.

She rejoices in her progress every day, and although her husband is very strict, he has always been firm in her choice.

Every time Gu Sisi turned around, he could see the scholar standing behind him with a stinky face.

Said what they were drawing.

She wasn't annoyed when she was scolded.

Just holding the pen and looking at him and grinning.

He knocked her on the head with a helpless expression.

"Why didn't you suddenly stop painting at that time?"

"When I was a child, every time I drew a beautiful picture and showed it to my parents, they would smile and touch my head, praise me for being awesome, and say that I would become a great painter in the future."

It's just that later, it became more and more difficult for her to see the smiles on her parents' faces at that time, but perfunctorily asked her to stop doing these things, and began to only care about her studies, grades, and further education.

No matter how well she paints, she is still denied.

The scholar asked, "Do you like to draw?" ”

"I like it!"

She smiled happily.

"They won't approve of you now, right?"

"Isn't there still a gentleman?"

"If the painting is so ugly, I won't approve of you."

It doesn't matter if no one approves of it.

Because she is not firm in this choice for anyone, she will always be firm because she has chosen, this is her life, this is her future, she doesn't need anyone's approval, she can keep drawing, keep painting.

Gu Si thought about it and told the scholar that she would keep drawing, and she would keep drawing, and she would keep painting.

Sir has always been by my side, I will be recognized by him one day!

That's what she thought.

"Sir—"

It's just that when I look back, there's nothing there.

The room was empty.

The beast of summer, she didn't know if she had seen the hell.

Only the curtains on the windowsill disturbed, and the room was bright and dark.

She looked at the pen in her hand;

Summer vacation is also over.

……

Wind unreasonableness has been understood.

That Xiucai's hand was broken in the end, and he wanted to paint but couldn't draw anymore, and this scholar was Xiucai's last obsession, pinned on that pen.

And because the girl began to draw again, that obsession will now dissipate.

As long as the girl continues to draw, the scholar will slowly dissipate.

Now he is so weak that he can't show up in front of girls, like the weakest youkai floating in the dust, and he doesn't even have the power to affect the real world.

"That day, she suddenly couldn't see Xiaosheng, and hurriedly looked for Xiaosheng's figure everywhere, and went to all the places we had been to together, but in fact, Xiaosheng had always been by her side, and what Xiaosheng had always wanted to convey to her, she couldn't hear it, and as Xiaosheng became weaker and weaker now, Xiaosheng became more and more worried."

Feng Wuxian thought for a while and said, "So you came to me just to ask me to tell that girl to stop drawing, right?" ”

As long as she no longer paints, the scholar will be able to continue to exist instead of dying.

Hearing Feng's unreasonable words, the scholar was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head with a chuckle.

In the dappled light and shadow under the trees, he appeared more ethereal and transparent.

"The last thing Xiaosheng wants to say to her is that she has been recognized by Xiaosheng."