At night, sitting around the fire, the pine wood burned, and from time to time a few sparks were blown up, making a crackling sound, which woke up the five little birds sleeping in the wooden box beside them, and made a chirping sound, and then they continued to lie down and fell asleep in a daze.

Although I don't know what the principle is, pine wood is indeed more prone to burst out of this small crackling spark than other woods, and Ti Lan is now sitting by the fire, scribbling with a pen, the picture depicts the scenery seen during the day, and a hint of her fantasy.

In the middle of the tall, straight cedar forest, a low, unpretentious log hut sits in it, and the sunlight shines through the cracks in the forest, shining on the meadow, and a few birds fly through the forest. Not far from the hut, there were two people standing in the grass, looking into the distance, but because they were too small compared to the tall cedar trees, they reflected in the picture, which was a faint dot of the two, with a hazy artistic conception.

Ti Lan doesn't like too realistic painting style, because it is no different from a photograph, there is no beauty, and there is no center, but she also doesn't like a painting style that is too unreal, there is a kind of exaggeration and pathology that is detached from reality, what she likes most is the kind of slightly realistic at the same time, with a hint of fantasy aesthetics, between fantasy and reality.

Just like a slightly sour green orange, it looks green on the surface, but it has gradually matured inside, with orange flesh, neither as sour as the freshly produced fruit, nor as overripe as the fruit, sweet and greasy, with a slightly sour and sweet taste, which makes people love.

The firelight flickered, dyeing the girl's skirt and face with a faint halo, and in the small box not far away, the upper bodies of the five birds were bathed in light, like a layer of gold, and their lower bodies still belonged to the cold gray-blue tone of the house, and the two lusters fought with each other between the fluff, and the delicate fluffy shadows were clear and obvious in the light and shadow.

Painting the picture on her lap, Tilan occasionally looked at the five sleeping little ones, and unconsciously quieted down in her heart, and then continued the painting in her hand.

She is not a master of painting, but there has never been a rule that you must paint beautifully in order to paint, and sometimes people care too much about various ideas and opinions, but they are bound by themselves.

Compared with music, which is taught by a teacher, Ti Lan's learning to draw is basically to follow her feelings, and the biggest learning is to watch simple teaching videos for a period of time, which adds up to no more than 20 hours.

Compared with the students who specialize in painting in Edus Academy, Tilan's painting can be described as clumsy, but it is precisely because of this indifference and freewheeling that it makes her very relaxed, watching the paint delicately spread on the canvas, and then sketching it into the shape she wants little by little, there will be a faint satisfaction.

On the other side of the fire, Deloris was wearing silk pajamas, leaning on a wooden chaise longue, flipping through some old books in her hands, occasionally moving her legs, or putting the books down to see Tilan's concentration on painting opposite.

Time passed quietly, and the kettle hanging by the fire made a gurgling sound of boiling water, Deloris put down the book, stood up, and first carefully touched the handle of the kettle with her fingers to make sure that it was not very hot, and then pinched it up and set it aside.

"Would you like some coffee?" She walked over to the girl and looked at the half-painted painting in Tilan's arms.

"Yes."

"Do you need to add sugar?" Deloris continued to ask.

"Two."

No more, no less, Deloris usually adds four pills when she drinks it herself.

After that, Deloris puts the two cups away, then adds hot water to brew, then stirs slightly, then opens the small jar, takes out the sugar cube from it, and adds it to it.

Although she rarely soaked herself before, this eldest lady still knows basic common sense things.

"Give." Deloris brought the coffee, looked at Tilan who was painting, thought about it, found another stool, covered it with a simple tablecloth, and put the coffee in front of her.

Although Tilan was drawing, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Delores' movements.

It's a little clumsy.,Compared with the maids in the previous 'Dream of Glass',I immediately felt the gap.。

"Thank you." She stopped drawing, looked up, and watched as Delores sat back in her wooden chair and flipped through the book.

I always felt that Deloris was a little shy, and the girl didn't know if it was an illusion, because this emotion was very light, and it was the first time I felt it in Delores.

The thought came to her mind, and Tilan continued to brush the brush between her fingers, scribbling the rest.

Today is the third day of their vacation here, and they are getting familiar with the cottage and its surroundings.

Half an hour later, Ti Lan hung up the finished canvas and put it aside to dry, then took the coffee in front of her and drank it slowly.

"It's going to be the Winter Festival Gala in 2 days, is Tilan ready to sing any songs?" Deloris asked.

"It's definitely too late to make a new song on the fly." The girl shook her head, she had been focusing on the winter festival before, and she didn't care much about the party.

"Let's sing the classics." The girl's calm decision.

"Which one, "In Praise of the Golden Rose"?" Deloris subconsciously thought of this track covered by countless singers.

"No, because this song was booked in advance for the party, and it was the last chorus." The girl said with a little regret that she originally wanted to choose this one, because the difficulty is not high, and it is very suitable for singing on the show of the winter party.

"It's really common."

Deloris recalled, it seems that I have seen this song sung at the party several times before, and occasionally the audience will joke that when you really don't know what to sing, you can't go wrong with singing this song, even the most frightening group on the Internet today will not comment on this song indiscriminately, after all, it is the most well-known track of His Royal Highness, and it almost became the national anthem.

"Did Tilan choose which one?"

"Well, it's an old tune." Ti Lan remembered the recent information she had consulted, the history of this piece can be traced back to the early days of mankind, the era of the recent end of the world war, the whole civilization is gradually exploring the universe in ruins, and the society is full of various hopes and fantasies for the future, and these expectations represent the aspirations of the entire human civilization in a sense.

In these short 30 years, mankind has launched satellites, developed spacecraft to land on the moon, and began to build the Internet, many seeds that have changed the world have also sprouted in these years, the ideas of equality, independence, and freedom have begun to spread, and various classic movies and stories have emerged one after another, which have lasted until the end of the millennium, and people can still feel the spiritual legacy left by that era.

"The name of the song is 'Fly Me to the Moon', and there may have been names like 'In Other Words' and 'Take Me to the Moon', and the creation and circulation of this song is also full of stories."

The girl stood up, took out the old tape recorder-like player from her suitcase, pressed the button, and with a slightly rough polka dot prelude, the ancient music that spanned tens of thousands of years, sounded again.

(End of chapter)