not a monster

Chapter 81 The Scholar's Soul

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

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

It's not that I want to pigeon them, it's just that something went wrong.

A ghost appeared in my room that day.

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

He was thirty feet tall, with green face and fangs, his eyes fell out to his chest, his hair was like dry grass, and his skin was like rotten wood;

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

I also battled wits with him for nearly half an hour;
I can't do anything about this ghost, probably because I think this woman's aptitude is so terrifying, she has the idea of ​​accepting an apprentice.

"I'll teach you how to draw."

How arrogant, a mere ghost dares to brag about Haikou saying that he wants to teach himself to draw.

I promised him verbally.

The next day, he did come again.

He dares to come!

Seeing me covered in onions, crosses, talismans, and holding Buddhist scriptures in my hands, this guy was obviously afraid.

I asked him, how do you want to die.

I got a bit of a clean up.

I warned him strongly: "Please, don't pester me any more, can I burn some paper money for you?"

"Who said I was a ghost?"

Turns out he wasn't a ghost.

Turns out he really wanted to teach me to draw.

Just teach, why do you have to hit her on the head with a pen.

"Why did you teach me to draw?"

"Because you draw too ugly."

I can't stand this grievance.

Even if he beats me up, he will say that I draw ugly, and that killing people will be punished!

I made an appointment with him, this time is 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 want to fight, but he won't let it.

"Would you like to learn to draw with me?" he asked me with a slight smile.

"Sir, let's get the disciples to worship!"

The beast of summer, I be damned.

"I said that being a teacher is not a ghost."

"Ow, it hurts!"

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

I can't answer.

He said, "Take him out for a walk tomorrow."

It turned out that he was actually the pen, and I suddenly realized, isn't this the script of 30 Years of Hedong, 30 Years of Hexi, Don't Bully Girls and Poor?
Sister's golden finger is here!
I asked him to teach me immortality, and he said he only taught painting.

He refused to teach me to cultivate immortals, and I refused to learn painting.

The result is that he follows me wherever I go. This guy has never shown me a grudge, but he is very good at yin and yang, and every day we can bicker over trivial matters.

Forget about arguing with a ghost, I still haven't won!
Sister can't take this breath!
Then I got used to it and swallowed it.

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

It's just that I was probably dazed by the heat that day, and I suddenly sat in the study, picked up a pen and started to draw.

Still beautifully drawn.

"What are you doing? You'll be a sophomore next semester, and school is about to start. Have you finished your homework?"

The mother who came back from get off work said:

Suddenly, I felt that it was very boring.

I looked back and saw that the ghost was still behind me, holding her hands and watching her smile.

"Sir, teach me to draw!"

"I'll be tough."

"Please whip me as much as you like!"

……

"I think, she painted very nicely, so she stopped painting like this, and the painting skills I left behind as my previous master failed to find a successor before she died. It's a pity, so I wanted to hand it over to her. "

Feng Wuli quietly listened to the stories of the two of them. The sun was shining in the summer afternoon, and the whole campus was quiet.

Later, the scholar began to teach this girl the painting skills of a poor scholar.

He is a strict teacher, and every time his comments are piercing, he can always catch the shortcomings of girls' paintings. Under his guidance, girls make rapid progress.

She is happy with her progress every day. Although her husband is very strict, he has been firm in her choice.

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

Talk about drawing something.

She wasn't annoyed when she was scolded.

Just holding a pen, watching him giggling.

He knocked her head helplessly.

"Why didn't you draw suddenly then?"

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

Only later, it became more and more difficult for her to see the smiles on her parents' faces, but perfunctoryly told her to stop doing these things, and began to only care about studies, grades, and further studies.

No matter how well she painted, she was still rejected.

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

"like!"

She had a good laugh.

"They won't recognize you now."

"Isn't there Mr.

"If you draw so ugly, I won't recognize you."

It doesn't matter if no one recognizes it.

Because she didn't make this choice for anyone, she will always stick to it because of her choice, this is her life, this is her future, she doesn't need anyone's approval, she can keep painting and keep painting.

Gu Sisi told the scholar that she would continue to paint, and she would continue to paint.

Just be by my side, sir, I will be recognized by him one day!
She thought so.

"gentlemen--"

Just looking back, there was nothing there.

The room was empty.

The beast of summer, she didn't know if she had seen a ghost.

Only the window sill curtains disturbed, and the room was light and dark.

She looked at the pen in her hand;

Summer vacation is also over.

……

The wind is unreasonable already understand.

That scholar finally broke his hand and wanted to draw but couldn't draw anymore, and this scholar was the last obsession of the scholar, pinning it on that pen.

And because the girl started to paint again, that obsession is now going to dissipate.

As long as the girl continued to draw, the scholar would slowly dissipate.

Now he is so weak that he can't show himself in front of girls, like the weakest monster, Fuchen, 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 everywhere, and went to all the places we went to together, but in fact, Xiaosheng was always by her side, and she couldn't hear what Xiaosheng always wanted to convey to her. Now, as Xiaosheng is getting weaker and weaker now, Xiaosheng is also more and more worried."

Feng Wuzhi thought about it and said, "So you came to me, just want me to tell the girl, don't draw anymore, right?"

As long as she doesn't paint anymore, the scholar can continue to exist, not die.

Hearing Feng's unreasonable words, the scholar froze for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head.

In the mottled light and shadow under the tree, he appeared more nihilistic and transparent.

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

　If I can go back to the past, I actually want to go back to the second year of junior high school. I can choose another dream in my life, to be an art student QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)