"Hello, I'm Magenta."
"Oh ~ Magenta. Is something wrong?"
Under the introduction of Pastor Bendiz, Pinhong successfully met Shanshui, a famous painter in mainland . With his long black hair casually tied with a purple ribbon, simple and neat clothes paired with his natural sensuality, Magenta couldn't deny that he was a very attractive man.
The exquisitely decorated small room is located in a corner of the merchant's mansion. Magenta and Shanshui are sitting on the only two wooden chairs in the room. The open floor-to-ceiling windows bring the breeze into the room, and also bring the fragrance of the plum shus outside the balcony into the house. A few plum blossom petals also floated to Magenta's thighs.
Along the way, Magenta worked hard to meet the painter just when Shanshui was getting up from his nap. But this was a pain for the pastor who liked to walk leisurely. The half-day journey was cut short by rogues. Now the rogues is preparing to bring forward the idea he had made on the road.
Gently pushing aside the plum blossom petals on her knees, Pinhong, who was not good at verbal communication, said straight to the point: "Can you please draw a portrait for someone? A very beautiful one..." Before he could finish his words, Shan shui put down his hand. The steaming black tea responded simply: "No."
"Why!"
"What is my name?" The famous painter put aside the calmness and sensibility he had previously displayed, revealing a kind of naughtiness belonging to a child. Magenta faced the question and answered the obvious answer. "Landscape?"
"Yes. Since you know that my signature name is 'Landscape', you should also know that I only paint mountains and water. Humans, animals, birds, and fish are not among the subjects of my paintings."
"Wow~" Magenta bounced off her seat, almost crying and begging while hugging Shanshui's thigh. "Please! Please!..."
"Get up and talk first. Get up and talk first." After some effort, he pushed away the pink hugging his thigh. Shan shui sighed and looked at the pink red. "Are you carrying any weapons? A knife or something else."
Magenta, who was wiping her tears, had no idea what the other party meant and just nodded honestly.
"Take it out."
Yi Yan took out the flying magic sword in his arms. Shan shui grabbed Magenta's right hand holding the knife and put it on his neck. "No! I will never draw people, and it's the same if you threaten me with a knife. It would be more satisfying to kill me with one knife!"
The sudden change made Magenta unable to react for a while. He looked at the flying magic sword placed on Shan shui's neck, and then looked at the other party's determined expression. Not knowing what to do, he threw the magic sword aside, covered his face with his hands, and cried again.
To be honest, it is not very elegant for a grown man to cry. Shan shui, in particular, was not a cruel person. He looked at the crying magenta, helplessly shrugged and shook his head. "Can you please stop for a moment? You can at least tell me why you entrust me to you. There are so many painters in the mainland, but I, who don't draw people, are chosen to draw people. Can you give me some reasons?"
Trying to stop her sobbing, Magenta sat back in the chair and told everything about the deep scene.
"Please, Sister Shen Jing is rarely interested in anything, and now she needs a spiritual support. With you assisting her in her interests, at least it can help a lot. Please!"
"Wow~ It's so touching!" After listening to Magenta's story, Shan shui sobbed with red eyes. He stretched out his dominant hand for painting and patted Magenta's shoulder several times. "Don't worry, I'll try my best to help you with this."
The overjoyed Magenta jumped up happily. "Really! Are you willing to help Sister Shen Jing draw a portrait?"
"No."
As if being knocked back into the chair by a heavy blow, Magenta hugged her chest and gasped. "But just now...but just now..."
"There are many ways to help. It is my principle not to draw people. But let me talk to Shen Jing face to face. I am willing to devote all my energy to leaving a picture just for her."
I found Shan shui himself, and although I couldn't meet the best requirements, the result seemed not bad. Magenta's thoughts swirled in her mind, and she decided to start the second step, bringing the person back to Yorkser Church. "Hmm~ I don't know when it will be released..."
"Let's go! Let's go now!" Shanshui happily packed his things and put all the necessary easels and painting tools into his travel bag. Magenta just stared dumbly at the excited painter.
"What are you doing over there? Creation is an art. Only when emotions and inspiration come, can it be done in one go to achieve the greatest effect. You are still wasting time over there, it's just like wasting my life. Let's go!" Pushed the stunned magenta.
"Ah, what about the businessman who invited you?"
"Don't worry, just tell them. I'm just here to kill this uninspiring time. Isn't it a small town? If I hurry up, I should be able to reach it before midnight." It seems that he is in high spirits. The painter is more anxious than the rogues.
Magenta was dragged out of the door by the excited Shanshui and said goodbye to the owner of the mansion. The enthusiastic businessman even generously gave a large sum of travel expenses to the famous painter, which Shanshui accepted without hesitation. Pastor Bendiz, who had come all the way with magenta, stayed at the house and accepted the warm hospitality of the merchants. Of course, on the other hand, his legs, which were not often worked hard, were so sore that he could not walk. The two left the town of Ifoa.
The setting sun stopped the two men, and the setting sun was reflected in the four dark pupils. The rogues didn't know why he stopped at such a anxious moment instead of moving forward. The red-orange sunlight on this day seemed to have magic power, temporarily calming down the chaotic mood.
Sitting on an open grassland, Shan shui put down all his luggage and took out a small piece of charcoal and a not-too-thin picture album. He just stared at the sun quietly, motionless. Magenta stood behind Shan shui, letting her whole body bathe in the warm sunshine.
The sound of brushing woke up the rogues, and the landscape painted the beautiful scenery in front of him at an extremely fast speed. He was still staring ahead, only occasionally lowering his head to confirm what was on the paper.
Seeing the lines of different thicknesses and the distinct layers of gray and black gradually recording the scenery at this moment on the pure white paper, Magenta felt an inexplicable emotion. The whole body feels comfortable, and the air scattered around the body is also excited...the body? The rogues noticed that the equipment on his body was glowing with faint light, which echoed an item in the Shanshui bag. A slight hum echoed down the hillside.
The painter stopped holding the charcoal and focused on the things in front of him again. He reached into his luggage to search for something, and at the same time he noticed something strange in his luggage. Take out a small piece of white clay and a glowing headband. First, he looked at the headband in his hand and the glowing equipment on Magenta's body with confusion. After smiling, he handed the headband to Magenta's hand. "Send it to you." Then he returned to his creation.
Magenta, who had more than one thing in her hand for no apparent reason, looked at the man in the painting, her face full of expressions of confusion, doubts and questions. The landscape had already entered the stage of modification. He happily went back and forth between the setting sun and the album, painting here and there with a relaxed mood.
"this..."
"Oh! That headband is called the Zhenzhi Headband. It seems to be a pretty good thing. The band I originally used to tie my hair can keep my mind in a clearer state after wearing it, which is very useful when thinking about things. It's just that sometimes there's a guy called 'self' chanting in my ears, which is quite annoying."
"No, I mean give it to me like this, okay?"
"I'm useless." Shan shui chuckled a few times, but still focused most of his attention on his painting. "Not to mention the buzzing next to your ears is annoying. Take it."
"But if this is a precious treasure, why don't you use it yourself? The ribbon you are using now looks like it is just ordinary silk, not better than this one." The rogues squinted and used his own The eyes that inspected the items glanced at the purple ribbon tied to Shan shui's hair.
"The ribbon I'm using now was given by the woman I like, what do you think?" Shan shui chuckled and glanced at Magenta.
"Where is she?" Pink's simple question made Shan shui's right hand stop. The famous mainland painter looked back and smiled meaningfully. "Following another man."
The surprised rogues quickly asked: "Why?"
"Because I found that I liked painting more, and she liked that man and wine more, so we each developed in a better direction. Anyway, the journey of creation is lonely, but I still enjoy this loneliness! "Landscapes return to sketches.
The rogues squatted next to the painter and cast a curious look.
The painter who was painting the clouds with his fingers seemed to be talking to himself: "How much do you love your woman? Have you ever thought about this question?" The rogues who was asked just shook his head. He thought he loved her very deeply, but he had never seriously thought about such a problem.
"I have thought about this problem seriously. Later I found that only when I am tired of writing, I will want to find a woman I can rely on. And she is the only woman I have ever met who can arouse my special emotions. .Except for her, I just look at every woman with admiration. In my eyes, their smiles are not as beautiful as the sunset; their body postures are not as beautiful as the lake reflecting the mountains and forests."
"Yeah, yeah." Magenta nodded continuously. Shan shui, who caught a glimpse Magenta's movements, smiled again. "It turns out that she is only the person I want to find when I am lonely occasionally. What's the fun in forcing her to stay by my side. When I realize that I have such thoughts, I feel that I don't love her very much. Occasionally Lonely, ha!"
The confused magenta had a silly face. "Then why do you cherish this ribbon so much?"
"This is proof that I have been troubled. I paint the same way, just to leave something behind."
"What are you leaving behind? Why do you say that?" asked the puzzled Magenta.
Stopping his modifications, Shan shui began to appreciate his paintings and the afterglow of the sun that had sunk into the mountains. While answering Magenta's question. "Because time is limited."
"Ah~?"
"Time is limited, so I hope to leave something in the world. This is to prove that I have lived and seen." He closed the picture album, lay on the hillside, and held up the picture album in his hand. "It's half a foot when standing, half a foot when lying down, three meals, a pot of water and the required painting tools. Apart from these, I don't need to bring anything with me. Because they have completed their meaning to me, this is enough. Because time is limited and desires are unlimited, I don't have any other energy to waste in small places. I can only move forward with all my strength. Isn't it? Magenta. After all, you can't take anything with you when you die, but you can keep it alive. In one's hands, or in one's heart."
"Because time is limited..." Magenta recalled the words that had a lot of feelings about the mountains and rivers, hmm~ I couldn't figure it out. Shaking his head, he put aside the unanswered doubts and returned his consciousness to the original topic. "Don't you regret it? About that woman."
"Regret?" Shanshui sat up and looked at Magenta who was looking into the distance beside him. "The heirs of Rainbow Soda are insulated from the word 'regret', because I am swimming in my real interests. Besides, both of them are my good friends, and I can silently bless them and occasionally bring them It's quite fun to curse when the topic is on your lips. If I have a chance, I'll introduce you to the gang of foxes and dogs from my past. It's been a long time since I last saw those bastards."
After hearing the messy words, Magenta became even more confused, and her mind was also in a mess.
Standing up, Shan shui packed up the things on the ground and put them on his shoulders. He looked at Magenta who was squatting aside, still holding the Zhenzhi headband in his hand, staring blankly at the mountains in the distance. "Anyway, I'll give you the Zhenzhi headband. I also want to thank you for allowing me to find a new creative source. Let's go, you are in a hurry. Don't waste your life."
The rogues who was reminded looked at the back of the painter who had slowly left. He hurriedly put the headband into his arms and followed the painter's footsteps. "Ah, by the way! Why do you insist not to draw people?"
"secret."
The town of Felanchen at night is different from the lifeless one during the day, but it feels even weirder. People are all wearing the same robes and heading in the same direction. Even though the moon is high in the sky, the white moonlight seems not to shine into this small town. Everyone was holding an oil lamp, and the dim light brought a bit of eerieness.
The weirdest thing was that on every sshut corner stood a strange man wearing a black robe, a hood covering his face, and his hands clasped together in his sleeves. The only things exposed are the eyes, and the eyes of various colors move with the people's figures, moving left and right.
The timid rogues felt inexplicable fear of such an atmosphere, but the painter walking behind Magenta didn't take these wonders seriously. Just walking on my own, admiring this ancient town that has survived several wars. Although these scenes match the current atmosphere, they seem particularly unusual.
Hurrying through the gloomy town, bright lights shone through the windows of the single-family Yoxer Church, and warmth returned to the rogues's heart. Leading the sincerely invited painters, Magenta opened the door of the church. "I'm back."
The first thing he saw when he opened the door was a bright silver gun pointed at the tip of his nose. The triangular cone-shaped short gun head showed that the gun was a weapon for cavalry. The momentum from the gun clearly told the rogues not to act rashly, otherwise he would be dead. The murderous aura locked himself tightly, and the rogues who was being watched was helpless.
"Ye, put down the gun. He's Magenta."
The sound of shu's voice caused the spear to slowly leave the tip of the rogues's nose, and a careful but emotionless voice came: "Who is the person behind you?" Only then did Magenta have the opportunity to clearly see the appearance of the woman standing in front of her. Vigorous short hair half covered his face, revealing only a black pupil with an icy aura. The light and tight-fitting clothes tightly wrapped the whole body, showing off her curvy figure without any reservation, but giving people the feeling of a cold stone carving. It was a flawless work that seemed to have been created by a carver with extremely skilled craftsmanship, but the carver forgot to put any emotion into it.
"Everyone calls me Shan shui, a painter who wanders on the mainland." Shan shui introduced himself with a smile. Shan shui slightly turned sideways to avoid the female gunman blocking the door and entered the church. "I wonder who Shen Jing is?"
"It's me." The female knight wearing only chainmail held the hilt of the holy sword hanging at her waist and walked into the church from behind Magenta. There were a few drops of sweat on the forehead, the breath from the red cheeks condensed into mist in the cold air, and the high chest that could not be hidden by the chain mail rose and fell. Shen Jing looked at the stranger in front of him with confusion.
"Hmm~" The two stared at each other for a long time before Shan shui looked at Magenta in confusion. "She doesn't look sick? She can still run around in armor."
"It's not her!" Magenta hurriedly dodged the two women standing in front of him and asked Father Harrison who was sitting next to shu: "Father, where is Sister Shen Jing?"
I saw the priest pointing upstairs, and Magenta took Shan shui's hand and ran towards the door of the stairwell. Opening the wooden door, the timid rogues was frightened by the tall and muscular man who was three heads taller than him. The silver hammer mopping the floor shone faintly, and what was running through Magenta's mind was how many times could he be beaten by this man? Less than half a second... Magenta judged as she looked at the thick arm that was almost thicker than her own thigh and completely covered in entangled muscles.
"O'Bailey, let him live." Putting the gun head back into the holster, the woman walked back to shu and instructed. The man blocking Magenta also took a step to the right and squeezed up the wall, barely revealing half of the door. Magenta quickly pulled Shanshui through and headed towards the second floor.
After trying his best to squeeze through the narrow doorway, the Kuiwu man turned around and closed the door, then walked to a bench near shu and sat down. The wooden benches creaked and whined, which made Father Harrison frown.
Mesago deliberately sat close to shu and looked towards the stairs on the second floor. "Who is the person that Magenta brought back?"
"Shanshui, he just introduced himself." shu replied casually, turning to look at the female knight who was still standing at the door. Letting out mocking laughter and expressions of contempt. "How about it? Is regular practice enough? Do you want me to teach you some despicable tricks?"
"Hmph!" The sound coming from his nose responded to shu's provocation. The female knight didn't respond much, walked out of the door and continued the unfinished training progress today.
He chuckled a few times and comforted the Evil Holy Sword leaning against his feet. shu continued a series of discussions with Father Harrison.
"Sister Shen Jing, look who I brought back." Magenta opened the wooden door excitedly. Sitting on the bed, Deep View was as usual, staring at the night scene outside the window with a trance-like expression. When she heard Magenta's call, she just turned around subconsciously. Slowly, the pupils gradually focused and the expression returned to its normal appearance. "Ah, Pin'er, you're back. Who is this...?"
"Hello, I am Shan shui, a painter wandering on the mainland." In the meantime, Magenta moved two chairs so that she and Shan shui could sit down. Shen Jing, on the other hand, just looked at the self-proclaimed famous landscape painter indifferently, and did not show the extremely happy expression as Magenta imagined.
Looking at Shen Jing's expression, Shan shui just smiled helplessly. "Although I claim to be a landscape artist, I only have a few painting tools with me, so there seems to be no way to prove that I am him."
"Don't you have any paintings with you?" Magenta interjected and asked. And Shan shui just shook his head. "No, most of them were sold as soon as they were painted. At most, they were left to be sold at auctions in some big towns. Don't you think it's cumbersome to bring a bunch of things with you?"
"What~ It's sold!" Pinhong shouted in surprise, Shanshui nodded with a smile. "Yeah, it's rare for someone to like me, and I'm too lazy to take it with me. What's wrong with giving it to someone I like?"
"But...but...don't you feel it's a pity?"
"What a pity? No way." The famous mainland painter just smiled faintly. "Rather than clinging to canvases that don't allow me to add a single stroke, I prefer them to be blank."
Shan shui thought about it as he shifted his gaze from the troubled rogues to the patient sitting on the bed. "Ah! By the way," he took out a picture album from the bag placed at his feet and handed it forward. "This is my private treasure. Most of it is impromptu sketches, and only a few of them have been colored. I hope you'll appreciate it and take a look."
After turning the first page, I looked at the deep scene for a long time. I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Looking at this smile, Pinhong felt a sweet feeling in her heart. This is the smile that I only saw in those beautiful memories a long time ago.
"Don't laugh so exaggeratedly. I know my first painting wasn't that pretty." Shanshui scratched his head shyly.
Slowly, the deep scenes turned over one by one. Magenta also stretched her neck and looked at the contents of the album. It's not much different from a child's graffiti, especially the person's facial features are very uncoordinated, like a deformed monster. And shus in the background... they must be shus, they look like huge mushrooms. Birds, animals, fish and insects are also quite difficult to discern what the landscape is intended to paint. Magenta couldn't help but smile.
this? Organs on the human face? Are there still people painted in landscapes, or some small animals? Isn't it the reason why you don't paint because you're not good at painting? Magenta thought about it but couldn't figure it out.
As the pages turned, a blank page appeared. On the next page, there is a big change in the landscape painting style. Although it is still a few simple strokes, the lines drawn are no longer as stiff as before. Although it is only a layer of black, gray and white, shus, lakes and sea appear vividly on the painting paper. The green mountains and the ripples of the lake seem to paste the feeling of nature directly onto the paper.
Since this transformation, no living creatures can be seen in landscape paintings anymore.
She no longer silently turned the pages while admiring the deep scenes in the album, but began to ask about the location of each scene. Relying on the descriptions in the landscape memories, I wandered among the unknown mountains and unknown lakes in the distance. The knowledgeable painter also expanded the scenery of each picture. Listening to his vivid descriptions, people will be fascinated by the quiet mountains and forests in the paintings, or the boats floating on the lake.
Looking at the two people chatting happily, Pinhong, who was sitting on the side, didn't want to interrupt Sister Shen Jing's interest, but unexpectedly, a feeling of being left out penetrated his heart.