The scholar seemed to have finally noticed Xiao Xiao's existence.

A surprised expression appeared on his face.

......

Xiao Xiao smiled.

"Hello."

Artists always have concentration beyond the ordinary people.

He understands.

...

The scholar stared at Xiao Xiao blankly for a while.

Just when Xiao Xiao thought that the reaction of the black pipa ghost would repeat on this monster, the scholar's eyes fell back to the painting in front of him.

There is no change in expression and breath.

It seems that Xiao Xiao is just a human who cannot see it.

Xiao Xiao:...

He shrugged slightly.

All right.

Obviously, in the eyes of this monster, he is far less important than this painting.

Instead of wasting time to contact him, it is better to look at more paintings.

...

"Rush~ rust~"

A subtle sound rang again.

Xiao Xiao turned his head.

The monster, who looked like a scholar, lowered his head again, and his hand holding the brush kept moving.

Xiao Xiao quickly looked up at the scholar behind him.

A flower bloomed before his eyes.

The petals are plump.

Stretch posture.

The upward growth looks a bit unrestrained.

......

It feels a bit like a pantomime.

Black and white tones.

No sound.

But it still shocks.

......

How shocking the moment before, and the next moment, Xiao Xiao felt so regretful.

He suddenly thought of the Pipa Ghost.

Maybe there is some reason why I just saw the Black Pipa ghost.

The same was true when I first heard the Pipa Ghost playing.

The music that ended suddenly was like the paintings that disappeared in front of me, which made people feel regretful.

...

Xiao Xiao's painting is just as good as an layman.

In his opinion, the scholar's paintings were already very good.

Even the black and white tones are amazing enough.

However, he consciously did not say anything outsiders.

The scholar obviously looked immersive in his creation.

He should not disturb the other person.

...

When Xiao Xiao returned to this painting again, the scholar was still there.

But he was not drawing.

The brush in his hand gently brushed the painting.

It seems like I want to dye the color on the painting a little bit.

...

"The paint of the painting has dried up."

Xiao Xiao whispered to remind the monster.

I was also a little worried that the monster would "be forcibly".

It will be bad if the painting is damaged by then.

...

"……I know."

The scholar responded to Xiao Xiao's words for the first time.

It just couldn't hold it back for a while.

“…I can’t draw such a color…”

...

Well……

Xiao Xiao blinked.

"Your brush is not stained with paint."

How can I draw other colors?

...

"It can be drawn."

The scholar said it was sure.

But the next second, a look of frustration appeared on its face, "But I can't draw it now."

...

Xiao Xiao's eyes couldn't help but fall on the brush in the scholar's hand.

Can you draw...?

It's indeed a monster.

He smiled.

"That will be drawn one day."

...

"Um."

The scholar nodded, "I will definitely draw it."

Its eyes were filled with hot and bright light.

My heart was filled with passionate desire and unwillingness to linger in it.

It wants to draw... as dazzling as the painting in front of it.

...

"The color of this painting is painted with pigment."

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, "Do you want to try the paint too?"

“Before you can actually draw the color.”

...

The scholar was stunned.

"……pigment……"
To be continued...