I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

but……

Although the painter is not in charge, he also knows that Chai Mi is expensive.

Fifteen hundred dollars, that's not a small amount, kid...

Oh.

The painter remembered.

The kid also went to the post station.

Presumably, he asked his family to send some "living expenses".

It is not an ordinary family to be able to afford the writer.

"Sir, sir, shall we go and see tomorrow?"

"Huh? What are you looking at?"

The painter put down the half-eaten apple and looked towards the day.

"Go look at your clothes, sir."

The daytime said as it should.

clothing?

The painter looked down at his clean green shirt.

She doesn't really need other types of clothes.

"I asked the shopkeeper of Longyi Pavilion. There are a lot of new clothes here. Sir, go and have a look."

"(￣～￣) chew!"

After taking a bite of the apple, the artist nodded slightly.

"Have you seen the ink here?"

"I've seen it, sir. The quality of Hui ink here is very good, but I don't think it's as good as the ink you use, sir."

Bai Tian took out a brand new ink ingot and handed it to the painter.

"Hmm...it's pretty good ink."

Although it is not as good as the expected ink, it is enough for just practicing pens.

Seeing the painter pick up the pen again, he looked at the clock during the day, and said worriedly:

"Sir, you should pay attention to the time for painting."

"understood."

The artist tapped Bai Zhou's forehead slightly annoyed, and then straightened his mind, showing the scenes he had conceived in his mind on the paper one by one.

[You have observed a master painting, and your understanding of the journey of painting has deepened, painting skills +0.1]

This changed text appeared before Bai Tian's eyes again, and at the same time, there was also a dark impulse.

He can see the wonders in the painter's paintings.

For example, the artist is painting this [A List of Waterfalls in All Realms].

When the eyes of the day fell from the painter to the painting, the waterfall in the painting seemed to really appear in front of his eyes.

Real water spray, real coolness, even the feeling of water splashing on the body is real.

But these wonders, to him, are like watching a movie with 3D glasses. Strange is strange, as long as he wants, he can break free at any time and return to reality.

"Mr. Xi... really amazing."

During the day, I admired the artist's paintings with relish, and those words kept appearing repeatedly.

One person paints, one person enjoys the painting, hurriedly for half a day, just like that disappears.

"..."

Accidentally, I painted all afternoon again.

"Ah, it's so late! Sir, I'll get you some supper."

Before the painter could speak, Bai Tian hurried away.

The painter put down his pen, and his eyes scanned the leftover half of an apple on the table.

"It's not brittle anymore."

But, let's eat it all, money, the kid is not so easy to get.

"Sir, I ate so much spicy food at noon, let's eat something lighter at night."

During the day, he poked his head out from behind the door to inquire, and the painter silently put down the apple in his hand, and replied:

"random."

Although he wanted to eat something lighter, when he brought dinner back during the day, the artist never felt that a plate of river crab was considered a light food.

"Sir, the river crabs in this season are still much smaller, not as fat as in autumn."

Seeing crab roe and crab meat keep coming out of the plate in front of him, the artist held the bowl and gently stirred the porridge inside without saying anything.

Listening to the little ghost's chatter, she actually wanted to say "what do you want to eat next time, just tell me."But after thinking about it, the kid ate the things she drew, is it really okay?

Or... it's better to eat something real.

Moreover, he is leaving soon, there is no need to...

"Sir, try it quickly, this crab roe is surprisingly delicious!"

The voice of the day brought the painter back to his senses.

The small plate in front of him was already full of white and tender crab meat and crab roe.

There is also a pile of crab shells next to the kid's hand, but there is only a pitiful amount of crab meat in his bowl, without any crab roe.

The artist picked up some crab roe and ate it with the porridge.

The taste is slightly salty, but it is as fresh, smooth and tender as the daytime said.

"It's not worth it. Next time, don't spend it indiscriminately."

"Well, sir, you are right, I think so too."

Bai Tian nodded in agreement.

"Eat these. Don't waste them."

The painter tasted two more mouthfuls, then pushed the rest of the crab roe and crab meat to Bai Tian.But he didn't want to be pushed back by the day again.

The painter raised his eyebrows, and just as he raised his hand to knock, he suddenly smiled mysteriously when he saw Bai Zhou.

"Sir, I knew you couldn't eat such a monotonous food, so... Qiang Qiang!"

During the day, he took out a white porcelain bottle from under the table, and showed it to the painter as if offering a treasure.

"This is……"

Seeing this small bottle, the painter seemed to realize something.

"Hey, I saw this when I came back, red yeast rice wine! I heard that it is the most famous wine in Shuanglin Town, and the shopkeeper said that it is the best to eat with crabs."

During the day, he took off the bottle cap and took out a small cup.

"Sir, what do you think of crab pairing with wine?"

"..."

In front of you are fragrant drinks and delicious side dishes.

The painter swallowed, and raised his chopsticks.

"Hey, if you like it, you can drink some more!"

Back to Twelve Clouds in Painting, Painting in Clouds

Xi sat by the bed, the taste of wine and crabs still remained in his mouth.

Xi's eyes narrowed comfortably due to the constant feeling of comfort when his feet were submerged in the warm water.

"Sir, is this strong enough?"

Daytime's inquiry did not receive a verbal response, followed by a crisp sound from his forehead.

Xi stretched out her hand, and lightly flicked him with her cool fingertips.

The kid raised his head suspiciously, as if he was wondering why she did this.

Is this fun?Yes, very interesting.

Letting this kid show an expression other than that rigid smile was the most interesting way for Xi to entertain himself in his spare time.

"..."

Bai Tian blinked, then lowered his head again to seriously massage.

"..."

Xi didn't take back her hand, but went a step further, as if she was playing with a piece of beautiful jade, gently stroking the corner of Bai Tian that was as transparent as ink.

The texture and shape of the horns flow into the heart from the fingertips, just like those unanswered doubts.

The writer's attitude towards the little ghost, and the little ghost's attitude towards writing.

Xi, very puzzled.

They... are too good to be true.

The writer, the guy who is like himself and doesn't want to get too involved with the world, how could he be so... gentle to a person?

The same goes for the little ghost, who never leaves a word... Well, I'm thinking a little too much.

Sure enough, one should not be tempted to drink.

Alcohol is a thing that confuses people's minds and disturbs people's peace. In the future, she will never touch it again!

"Sir, you should rest."

The call of day awakened Xi from her drunken stupor.

"When will you rest?"

Xi withdrew her hand, supported the bed board and moved inside.

Then, she raised her head and looked out the window, the shiny sky made her slightly annoyed.

Do you want her to rest before dark?This is absolutely impossible!

"Eh? Monsieur? Your feet aren't dry yet! The floor is dirty, sir! You've got your shoes on!"

During the day, holding a towel, he followed "Ceng Ceng Ceng" in a panic and ran to the bamboo box where the paintings were, not knowing what Xi was looking for.

"Ugh?"

The next moment, Bai Tian stood there in panic, and the painter was nowhere to be seen.

■

Bai Tian silently rolled up the towel in his hand and put it on his shoulders, then slowly moved his feet back until his back was against the cold rock and there was no place to retreat, then he began to look at the surrounding environment.

Looking up, there are four towering peaks, with thousands of rocks on top, shrouded in clouds and mist, the details can't be seen clearly from a distance, and there are one or two beasts calling from time to time.

Looking down at the foot, it is also filled with white clouds, bottomless, as if there is life cruising in it.

Double looking around, it is the mountain scenery of the mountain where he is in the daytime.As far as I can see, dangerous peaks stand tall, strange rocks are jagged, clouds and fog surround the peaks, and the mountain trails are winding and winding, ten steps and three turns, close to the cliff.

The ground under the feet is less than half a meter wide. If the climber is uneasy, he is afraid that he will fall into the cliff and be smashed to pieces.

"Where did sir go?"

Xi was not seen during the day.

The painter only left him here, and he didn't know where to go.

Mister must be found as soon as possible.

There is no way behind, so we have to move forward.