Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the cold of winter disappears completely. The style and appearance of El Roy has changed like a city. The depressed and solemn streets and buildings are covered with warm light, and the streets and alleys are a little green. It means that the flower clusters cultivated on the balcony of the building are vying to bloom, the bright red flowers are swaying slightly in the breeze of the alleys, and the laughter of the children fills the streets and alleys.

"Crunchy~"

Niya opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked out of the balcony. The melodious breeze blew her cheeks, raised the pure white screens, and opened the pages of the books on the desk. Niya brought a chair and sat down comfortably and bathed in the warm wind. , Below the balcony is a not very lively and deep alley, with stairs leading to a deep place where the end is invisible.

She stretched out lazily, staring at the flowerbed in the attic opposite, narrowing her eyes in a daze, and for a while she remembered what she had taken from her notebook and wrote a letter.

"My dear and admired teacher Fergus, it is now April, and the season is probably spring. How have you been recently? Are you still painting in the studio all the time? Mr. Adrian arranged a new one for me It’s an old house on the edge of a busy street. I honestly don’t like it very much. It’s much noisier than Rodman Street. In the morning, I’ll be woken up by children’s screams, Adrian. The husband also teased me that this was to prevent me from oversleeping, and I was obviously only five times late this month!"

"Supplement: Fortunately, Teacher Shirley will prepare breakfast for me. Teacher Shirley is really~really a gentle lady. I like her very much!" Speaking of her teacher Shirley, Niya naturally smiled happily. .

"I hope to live in a small house on the outskirts with a small garden. I want to be closer to nature there. At that time, the warm wind will tell me the news of spring."

Niya bit her pen and thought about it for a while and continued to write: "My work as a painter has probably come to an end. Mr. Adrian told us that all the paintings called comics have been drawn. Now Mr. Shirley and I are working on the final stage. For the finishing work, revise the defective works drawn in the absence of experience at the beginning."

"Oh, one thing I forgot to say, Mr. Adrian finally dismissed those despicable painters, but I was very happy to see their frustrated expressions. I think this is probably called stumbling."

"As for the work I am creating, it is a brand new art. Mr. Adrian said that it is like a novel of painting, called a comic. He said that words can constitute poetry, prose or novel, why not painting? Is it possible to have these forms? Poetry is oil painting, prose is watercolor, manga is novel. This is very interesting and novel, isn't it?"

"Recently, I started to receive commissions. It must be hard for the teacher to imagine. I have received many invitations to draw portraits, all of which the teacher once said belonged to the type of large customers. Unfortunately, I have to take care of Mr. Adrian’s work and delayed it. For most of them, the rest time can only be used to complete a commission every half a month."

"At an anatomy meeting, I came across a novel thing, it seems that Mr. Adrian made something called a camera, which can draw extremely real pictures, it is really amazing! Because of this, I think Those record painters may face the threat of unemployment. They can't draw the real pictures, and I can't draw them. The teacher will be surprised if they have seen them. Those pictures are the same as the phantoms of "The Count of Monte Cristo"... ·"

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Niya came to Harvey’s mansion humming a folk song, and the cold-faced housekeeper opened the door for her. However, when she came to the studio, she was stunned. The room that was supposed to be the studio became unfamiliar and painted. All the workbenches used were emptied, and there were no painting tools. The room was meticulously arranged, and the original Ling Doodle room was completely invisible.

While she was hesitating, Harvey walked downstairs, while finishing his suit, he saw Niya in a daze in front of the studio and said, "Niya, what are you in a daze? Come with me."

"Mr. Adrian! The studio is gone! Isn't there some paintings that haven't been modified?" Niya hurriedly felt a frustrated look in front of Harvey and asked.

"I told you to follow me just because of this." Harvey took a glance at her and opened the door to go out, and brought Niya to the next house. The size of the house is the same as the house where Harvey lives. Similarly, it was transformed into an office space a long time ago. Harvey opened the door with the key and led Niya to a more spacious studio.

Shirley is painting in this studio. With her hair curled up, her quiet and leisurely temperament is especially suitable for this overly spacious studio.

"Teacher~" Niya screamed, looking at the surrounding eyes with thick doubts: "Here?"

The layout and props of the studio were all moved from the studio of Harvey's residence. It was very complete, including painting tools such as oil paintings, watercolors, murals, etc., and even some artistic stone carvings.

"Niya, catch it."

Harvey threw the house key to her and explained with a smile: "I bought this house. From now on, this will be your studio. There are some useless empty houses upstairs. You can move here."

"But...Isn't "Frozen" finished?" Niya felt the same surprise in her dream. Originally, she thought that after painting "Frozen", she would be fine.

"Frozen can be as much as it needs, not to mention that Digini Comics Studio now also needs an artist~www.readwn.com~ Shirley can't be busy alone."

In front of the workbench, Shirley stopped writing, her delicate cheeks were flushed and embarrassed: "Now I'm drawing illustrations of the master's new novel. If possible, I would also like to ask Niya for help."

"Great, I can paint with Shirley again~" Niya enthusiastically hugged Shirley from behind and rubbed her aegyo.

Niya took her skirt and turned around in the studio, feeling the comfort brought by this spacious space. She was happy when she smelled the paint that was not very good. It was heaven to her. She stopped at Ha In front of Wei, one hand held the skirt slightly, and one hand was placed on his chest bowed, "Niya Angelo is very happy to serve you, dear Mr. Adrian."

Niya is a nobleman and has a good etiquette education. Had Harvey not known her noisy character, she would have been fooled by this elegant gesture.

Harvey didn’t respond, she straightened up suddenly, and exclaimed in a low voice: “Yes! I haven’t finished reading here yet, how many rooms will this house have! I’m going to choose one that can see the street outside. ."

Niya's small face was full of excitement, and she lifted the green dress with both hands and ran out, only to hear the sound of going upstairs.