To the south of Gyeongju and to the north of Jiaolan, there is a chaotic boundary.

There is a country, called Talam.

There is a spring pool in Taran, and there is only a spring pool.

It's a small country, and it's quite rich compared to the small countries around it.

But in the end, it is much worse than those independent and complete state lands.

But in Taran, no one ever cared about that.

Maybe the people are simple, or it may be that the water and soil here are people with big hearts.

"This girl, who is not talented, dares to invite the girl to sit here, and let me paint a picture for the girl...... Hey, girl, don't go, you're not a hooligan!" a scholarly man dragged young and beautiful girls around the street asking to paint them.

This street is the main street, and there are a lot of people coming and going, and they are all locals.

This man has been harassing the girls here and there for a long time.

Actually, this is not a problem.

Again, the main problem is ...... The level of this person's painting is really terrifying, and the heavens are intolerable!

A good yellow flower girl can paint people as an ugly fat woman, and she doesn't wear clothes.

Gentle and elegant, he was stunned to be able to paint an adult Shura, with a green face and fangs.

There are also little girls of a few years old, but there is nothing too outrageous, just simply ugly.

As a result, almost everyone avoided the space a few feet in front of him, so as to ensure that the moment the person stood up, he could quickly get out of his pull and escape safely.

The scholar also saw it, and it should.

However, he was still tireless, and the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became, so much so that he began to pull the aunt on the street.

He firmly believes that as long as the effort is deep and sincere, there will always be rewards.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"The world is stunning!" he sighed, quietly wiped the corners of his mouth, and then greeted him.

Boys and girls walked side by side in the streets of Taran.

At the boy's strong request, the girl restrained herself from holding his arm.

Because occasionally passing by some people's side, some of the eyes are really stinging.

"How about this beautiful girl, who is not talented, dare to invite the girl to sit here and make a picture for the girl?"

The girl looked the scholar up and down curiously.

"Okay!" she said with a smile.

Zhang Tiansheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

This is the first time she has responded to a strange man.

"Come, sit here!" the scholar took the girl's arm.

The girl sat down obediently.

It's even weirder.

According to common sense, this scholar should have knelt down with his arms covered and called his aunt and grandmother by now.

Zhang Tiansheng was curious, holding his arms and watching.

But I saw that the scholar pretended to pick up a pen, pressed the paper again, stretched out his tongue, and rubbed the brush that had dried ink up and down on his tongue, and the ink became wet again.

The whole action is extremely skillful and done in one go.

The scholar has been painting for a long time, and I don't know why, but there is always a strange charm.

But nothing else......

Zhang Tiansheng couldn't understand why there were always girls passing by him and smiling at him.

There seems to be a hint of schadenfreude?

Indissoluble.

Long.

"Ah, it's done!" the scholar threw away his brush, folded the paper and put it in his arms.

"Won't you show me?" the girl disagreed.

"The world is stunning, no matter how beautiful the painting is, if you put it next to you, girl, it will be overshadowed, don't mention it!"

"It can't be too ugly, is it?" the girl narrowed.

"Why! Our painting skills are recognized as good!"

"Then you can show me. ”

"No, this ...... The ink hasn't dried yet. ”

"Didn't you carry it in your arms?"

"Uh...... The temperature in my arms is high, so it dries quickly in my arms. The scholar said seriously.

"Oh, I see. The girl suddenly realized, and immediately changed her face: "You are a deceitful ghost! Bring it to me! If I find out that you have drawn me ugly, I will ...... it on the spot Just ......"

Zhang Tiansheng supported his forehead.

The girl only seemed to be able to say quite heavy words when threatening him.

For example, picking your eyeballs, I'm going to cry, etc.

So the girl went on for a long time, but still didn't say anything threatening.

"I'll tear it up for you!"

Seeing that the girl was red-faced, Zhang Tiansheng couldn't help but help.

"Yes, rip it up for you!" the girl echoed, crossing her waist.

"Hey, hey, you can't tear it, the pen and paper of the literati are like the sword of a warrior, which can never be lost. The scholar tugged at his face.

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid I really can't take it.

"Bring it now!" the girl scolded.

"Girl, we are destined to meet thousands of miles away, this and this ......"

"Less nonsense!"

"I suddenly remembered that my mother asked me to go home for dinner, and the two of us went shopping first, and then we talked about it another day!"

The scholar ran away, and he didn't even want that set of swords.

It's a pity......

"Where are you going?" the girl smiled as she stood in the path of the scholar.

Seeing that, the road in front of him seemed to be Shura Hell, and the girl was the executioner in hell.

However, if he really died and went to hell, it would be a blessing to have such a beautiful girl executed.

It's much better than being rolled in a pan with a fork in the bull's head and horse noodles.

......

Think too much.

Right now, it's still the dog's life that matters.

"Uh...... People want to eat, so it's not good to make my mother wait. The scholar sneered.

"Okay, I'll show you the painting. ”

"Next time, next time. ”

The girl was impatient and reached out to grab it.

The scholar dodged.

"Huh?" the girl raised an eyebrow and stretched out her hand.

The scholar flashed again.

The girl is finally serious.

"Bring it!"

The scholar wanted to hide again, but found that there was no way to hide, so he could only watch as he was pressed to the ground by the girl and snatched the paper in his arms.

"Well, why bother. He sighed.

"If it's ugly, I'll tear it off on the spot!" said the girl viciously, unfolding the paper.

"Tear it up...... Tear it up. The scholar suddenly sank.

The girl looked at the painting and suddenly stopped moving.

She was out of breath and began to tremble.

The paper was crumpled and torn.

"It's ......"

"Why do you need to look!" said the scholar, too, grieved.

How beautiful is the world?

How much?

The girl looked at it and burst into tears.

When the song of sorrow sounds, heaven and earth are eternal night.

There is no light in the blood-stained world.

Those who want it after all, can't escape it.

Is it pain? or something else?

Is there any sorrow and farewell?

The fiery red drowned in blood, drowned in endless fire.

Draw on.

She was dressed in a fiery red robe, like the last touch of sunset in the world.

She dances and brings up the last beauty in the world.

She held a folding fan, fluttering, fluttering.

Tears fell on paper.

Falling on the face of the person on the paper.

It was as if she had fallen.

......

"You rotten painter!" the girl wept as she tore the picture into powder.

"yes, I've never been very good at drawing. The scholar smiled bitterly.

Grief is to be covered, it is to be covered.

Especially for girls.

But he doesn't, he always can't learn.

His pen is always alive and bloody.

He can draw a person's heart, he can draw a person's soul.

He only paints what he can see, but he doesn't know why he sees it.

At one point, he saw too much.

So much that it almost burst his head.

Almost tearing his body apart and stabbing his eyes!

But he still drew what he saw.

As a price.

He will never be able to paint again in this life.

His hands were shaking, and they would continue to tremble.

"Does your hand hurt?" asked the girl.

"It's okay, it's moving. ”

"Let's take you home. ”

"No, it's not far ahead, just a few steps away. The scholar got up and patted the floating dirt on his body.

He turned around, remembered something again, and turned around: "Don't believe in this too much, my painting level is limited." ”

Finally, he smiled and left.

Zhang Tian was panting for anger, and he was late.

But when he saw a large field of ink-stained snowflakes on the ground, he understood.

So he scolded loudly in the distance: "It's a stinky painting, and the level is sparse and you have to come out to show off!"

"Well, let's not cry. He gently wiped the tears from the girl's face again.

The girl slammed into Zhang Tiansheng's arms.

Zhang Tiansheng had no choice but to gently stroke her head and comfort her softly.

The girl didn't speak, just wept.

Zhang Tiansheng knew that because of just two breaths, he felt the heat in his chest.

The girl wept silently for a long time, and at last she raised her head, looked into Zhang Tiansheng's eyes, as if they were far away, and said:

"I don't want to dance. ”