I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

The voice in his ears was louder than that of the feathered beasts who woke up early. The painter looked at the ink-soaked smudges on the paper, and his hand holding the pen trembled a little.

"gentlemen……"

"Enough! If you talk nonsense again, I'll throw you into the river to feed the scale fish!"

The painter could no longer bear this kind of confusion, and left alone without even caring about the pen and paper.

"Ah, sir! Your pen, and your paper. Wait for me, sir, I am silent!"

Even though he said that, he couldn't keep his mouth shut when he was beside that emerald figure.

Because only in this way, the gentleman will not forget him.

Just like people will forget whether the ant observed at noon is red or black at night.

Time passed, if it was an ordinary family, they would have already started cooking with firewood at this point.

"Sir, it's time for supper."

"..."

Her thoughts were interrupted again, and she frowned a little dissatisfied.

But after seeing the excellent grilled fish he sent, this dissatisfaction was barely dispelled.

"Sir, what's the taste of this scale beast? This is the largest one among the newly caught scale beasts. The meat is fresher, tenderer and fatter than the others. It's the best for barbecue. Sir, last night's rain It really increased their number."

Newly caught?

Only then did she notice that the little ghost's body was drenched, presumably he had just come up from the river not long ago.

"generally……"

Inserting the skewer into the soil, she turned her attention back to her painting.

"Yeah, hey."

He rubbed his head and smiled.

"After all, he is a gentleman. He has seen a lot and must have eaten a lot of delicious food. It seems that I have to work harder... No, I need to work harder!"

The little ghost looked very happy.

It seems that no matter whether it is praise or scolding, it will not change his smiling face into other expressions.

"Ah, sir, the oil is not wiped off. Wait, I'll get the handkerchief."

He ran away in a hurry, startled, as if the fish oil at the corner of her mouth was some kind of natural disaster.

"Sir, here comes the handkerchief!"

"Oh? How come? Not anymore."

Holding a handkerchief, he looked puzzled at that innocent face.

"You, read it wrong."

"Oh, maybe it was dazzled by the fire. Hey, I'll go clean up the bonfire first, so as not to attract those beasts and let them run for nothing."

The kid ran away again, always seeming to be so energetic.

But it's just too annoying.

If it wasn't for the sake of his good tribute, she would have put this annoying brat aside long ago.

The painter lifts the pen, the tip of the pen falls on the paper, and the ink soaks the paper.

In the mouth, there seems to be the umami taste of fish, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

"Sir, don't you rest tonight? Do you have a new inspiration!"

As the sky was getting dark, the kid came again and asked her if she would sleep.

She ignored it, just stared at a flower in front of her while writing.

The flowers after the rain usually bloom very brightly. Although this one has not yet opened, it is still in bud.

"As expected of Mr.! Can I watch Mr. paint?"

The little ghost was holding his little box that didn't know what was in it, and praised her loudly, looking very much looking forward to what she would draw.

"Silence."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, sir (please draw, I will stop talking)"

The broken thoughts in the noon suddenly reconnected, making her eyes light up slightly, and she picked up the pen, dyed the ink, and sketched in one go.

A majestic mountain straddles a large lake, and there are beasts floating in the lake, which look like real dragons but have no horns.Adjust wind and rain, make clouds and fog.

This painting can barely catch the eye.

But something seems to be missing.

Well, it seems a little quiet around here.

Was that kid surprised by her skills?

That's right, after all, she is a great painter x...

"Hoo-hoo--"

(;'ρ`)zzz!

"..."

Withdrawing her gaze, she rolled up the painting.

Sure enough, she shouldn't have too many thoughts about this brat.

A kid is a kid, what can he know.

She took out a piece of paper again, ready to draw something else.

"Woo! Sir! I'm watching! I'm not asleep!"

The exclamation from beside her interrupted her train of thought again.

"Oh, sir, you haven't started drawing yet..."

An embarrassing laugh sounded from the side.

what is this?Ridiculous?

"..."

Yeah.

She turned up the painting that was pressed underneath, and slapped it on his face.

"You, understand what."

If this kid can't tell, she will let him have a good experience of what is painted here.

He is not very big, and when the painting is lifted up, his head is covered.She could only see her painting swaying left and right with the dumb hair on the other person's head, as if the viewer was really appreciating it seriously.

"what!"

He put down the scroll, with surprise in his eyes.

She couldn't help but raised her eyebrows.

Could it be?What did he really see?

"Sir! What a big mountain."

"That's it?"

She frowned.

"Uh... and Jiehu Lake, the water in Jiehu Lake is very clear."

"That's it?"

She gripped the pen tightly.

"Uh……"

He lowered his head and looked again, then raised his head in a sudden realization.

"There is such a fat long worm here. Sir, do you prefer roasted or stewed? The roasted one is more crispy, and the stewed one is more chewy."

I think it would be better to roast and stew you.

Without saying a word, she took the painting with a cold face.

This kid is really annoying.

"Sir, do you still want to paint? Can I continue to watch?"

Seeing her pick up the pen again, the little ghost approached her with a smile on her face.

"..."

You don't understand what she draws, so what's the fun in watching her paint?

Oh, he doesn't even look at it, that's all right.

The painter didn't bother to bother with him, just thinking about what to paint next.

"..."

Ok?

Why is there no movement?

What is he looking at?

The eyelids opened, the ruby-like pupils moved slightly, and the appearance of the little ghost came into view.

This time he was very energetic, and he was watching something intently.

But whatever he was looking at, it was definitely not her canvas.

Ah, just thinking about it makes me want to beat him up.

"Sir, this flower is so beautiful."

flower?

She looked in the direction the little ghost was looking.

It was the flower she had been observing before, and it had bloomed at some point.

The flowers are beautiful and eye-catching.

At that time, she was still feeling something.

Well, let's draw a picture of a flower.

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"Sir, sir?"

A call came from the painter's ear.The boy's voice was clear and sweet, like the sound of a wind chime when the breeze blows through it.

"What's the noise?"

What was interrupted seemed to be inspiration, which made the artist feel a little uneasy.

"Sir, the flowers are gone."

The little ghost's voice was very soft, and there was a little sadness in it.

But the voice fell into her ears like thunder.

This flower... when did you thank it?

She has been observing this flower, why, why she didn't notice it.

Do not……

Maybe it wasn't that she didn't notice.

But...

She was probably... in a daze.

She just fell asleep.