Found a cat on the side of the road

Chapter 652 Success and fame and burial of bones

Painters like to talk about feelings, so Qin Sisi talked about feelings with him.

In fact, after saying these words, she herself felt a little nauseous. The composition she wrote when she was in school was basically in this style, but when the composition was written for the teacher to read, it didn't matter whether she believed the impassioned words or not.

At this moment, Qin Sisi hoped that the painter could do this bowl of chicken soup, and rekindle his enthusiasm for painting and hope for the future.

Fortunately, the lure of success and fame coupled with the encouragement of the fragrant chicken soup finally ignited the flame of passion in the ashes of the painter's mind.

"Okay, I promise you." He gritted his teeth and suddenly said such a sentence.

The joy came too fast, and Qin Sisi was still worried that the painter would not agree, and was continuing to think about the words of persuasion. The words of the painter made her extremely happy.

Being able to find and subdue a ghost in one night is very efficient.

Qin Sisi cleared her throat, calmed down her excitement for a while, and said with a very serious expression: "Thank you very much for your trust in me, I promise I won't let you down."

The painter sighed and said, "Actually, I don't have too high requirements, I just hope that everyone can recognize and appreciate my paintings."

Qin Si thought for a while, and persuaded: "Carrots and vegetables, each has its own love, people have different visions, different levels of knowledge, different appreciation perspectives, and they will be surprised when looking at things.

Abstract paintings are relatively niche. I think it is enough to be recognized by people in your circle. Ordinary people may not be able to understand them, let alone appreciate them. What do you think? "

The painter thought about it for a while, and felt that what Qin Sisi said was very reasonable, so he nodded and replied: "You are right, even if it is a painting by Van Gogh, not everyone may think it is good, as long as people who are knowledgeable can see what I want to express. things will do.”

The two reached an agreement in a few words, and Qin Sisi asked happily: "So, can you dedicate your soul power to me now?"

The painter didn't answer right away, but thought about it for a while, to see if there was anything he missed, after all, he would have to wait 1000 years to see the light of day again.

After thinking for a long time, the painter finally thought of something and said, "Wait a minute, I have another request."

"Tell me." Qin Sisi replied, for the sake of the painter's willingness to agree, as long as his request is not excessive, she is willing to help.

The painter said sadly: "Although I studied Western painting, I am a Chinese after all. Our country pays attention to burial. I hope you can bury my bones. By the way, there are also my paintings. Those fragments were interred with my bones, and I could not leave my paintings in such a desolate and barren place."

Qin Sisi responded immediately: "Okay, I promise you."

The painter hesitated for a moment and asked: "I don't want to go to the cemetery. There are too many people. I like quiet. Can you help me find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and few people?"

"Okay, I'll look for it." Qin Sisi frowned, but agreed.

The painter seemed very happy, and continued: "I remember that I went to Qianzhou once before, and the scenery there is very beautiful, full of wind, flowers, snow and moon, dreamlike and unreal. If I can be buried there, I will die without a trace. Sorry."

Qin Sisi opened her mouth, she was too happy indeed, Qianzhou is very far away from S city, thinking of going so far to bury the painter's bones and fragments of paintings, she really wanted to cry without tears.

Seeing that Qin Sisi was silent, the artist said tentatively, "Miss Mage, I just want to find a suitable place for burial. Is this not too much to ask?"

Qin Sisi didn't answer, but asked instead: "Sir, do you have any other requests?"

The painter heard that Qin Sisi's tone was a bit displeased, and was afraid that she would not agree to his request, so he hurriedly replied: "No, just this one, I know it's a little troublesome, and I ask the mage girl to help me out for the sake of soul power. I will."

Speaking of this, Qin Sisi couldn't refuse, so he had to say: "Okay, you donate your soul power now, and I will leave for Qianzhou tomorrow to bury your bones."

Hearing that Qin Sisi agreed, the painter was relieved. Since that is the case, then let's offer it. Anyway, he has already agreed. If he shirks and makes people angry, the burial of the bones may not be possible.

After thinking about it, the painter nodded and said: "Okay, I will dedicate my soul power to you, the mage girl, and I hope you will keep your promise, bury my bones, and let me be famous in the next life, so that my paintings will last forever. "

Qin Sisi replied loudly: "Okay, as long as you donate your soul power, I will help you fulfill your wish."

"Then come on!" The painter puffed up his chest and made a dignified look.

Qin Sisi stopped talking, turned her head and nodded slightly at Yeyou, who immediately raised her paw and sacrificed the spirit transformation bottle.

The snow-white Spirit Transformation Bottle slowly rotated in the darkness, and the silver-white light became brighter and more holy.

The painter's figure gradually blurred, and finally turned into a wisp of white smoke that floated into the Spirit Transformation Bottle.

Yeyou waved his paw and retracted the Spirit Transformation Bottle.

After subduing the artist's soul power, Qin Sisi strolled to the side of the human skeleton, and Yeyou raised his paw again, taking the artist's bones and the paintings that had been burnt into black fragments by concentrated sulfuric acid into the portable space.

Because the black fragments are very fragmented, you can't tell if they are lost. In addition, Yeyou doesn't want these things to be left in his personal space, so he specially set up a barrier in the corner to separate a small space to store these things.

After doing all this, Qin Sisi took Yeyou out of the industrial warehouse where concentrated sulfuric acid was stored, and restored the iron lock on the gate to its original state.

Back at the residence, Qin Sisi did not rest immediately, but bought a train ticket to Qianzhou online. Fortunately, it is not the peak season for travel, and the ticket is not too tight. Fortunately, she bought the next day's ticket.

But tomorrow is the fourteenth of June, and the day after tomorrow is the fifteenth. It takes more than 20 hours to reach Qianzhou from S city. It seems that she and Yeyou will spend the night of the full moon in another place.

Qin Sisi and Yeyou washed up, set the alarm clock and went to bed.

In fact, if it weren't for the pressure of soul power and the task of burying the painter's remains, it would be a wonderful thing to be able to travel to such a beautiful place with Ye You.

But now, there is only one month until July [-]th, and there are still six soul powers left.

Whether it was Qin Sisi or Ye You, while looking forward to the arrival of the last moment, their mood became more and more tense, and there was still a lot of pressure on their hearts.

　Thank you for the second monthly ticket of the book city readers Qingshen this month (it’s a little late), thank you very much for your support (≧▽≦)
　　
　
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