Chapter 81 Scholar Soul

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

It was the summer vacation of the first year of high school. My parents were both at work. My classmates asked me to go out to play, but I ignored them.

It's not that I miss them, it's mainly because something happened.

A ghost appeared in my room that day.

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

He was three feet tall, with a green face and fangs, his eyes fell out and hung down to his chest, his hair was like withered grass, and his skin was like rotten wood;

He dared to show up in broad daylight. This ghost was really scary, but I wasn't afraid at all.

I also battled wits with him for nearly half an hour;

There is nothing I can do about this ghost. He probably thinks that this woman's qualifications are so terrifying that he even thought of recruiting a disciple.

"Let me teach you how to draw."

How arrogant, a mere ghost actually dares to boast that he wants to teach himself how to draw in Haikou.

I agreed to him verbally.

The next day, he came again.

How dare he come!

Seeing me dressed 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 was beaten and cleaned up.

I warned him forcefully: "Please, don't pester me anymore. Can I burn as much paper money as you like?"

"Who said I'm a ghost?"

It turns out he is not a ghost.

It turned out that he really wanted to teach me how to draw.

Just teach her, why should you hit her on the head with a pen?

"Why do you want to teach me how to draw?"

"Because your paintings are too ugly."

I can't stand this grievance.

Even if he beats me up, he still wants to say that my paintings are ugly and that it would be heartbreaking to kill someone!

I made an appointment with him to fight. This time it was different from before. This time we had a literary fight.

Isn't it just painting?

"Oh, have I ever told 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 wanted to draw, but he wouldn't let me.

"Are you willing to learn painting from me?" he asked me with a gentle smile.

"Sir, sir, I would like to pay my respects to you, my disciple!"

Beasts of summer, oh my god.

"I told you that being a teacher is not a ghost."

"Ouch, it hurts!"

He took out the pen he used to hit me and asked me why I suddenly stopped drawing.

I can't answer.

He said: "Let's take him out for a walk tomorrow."

It turned out that his real body was that pen. I suddenly realized, isn't this the script of Thirty Years in Hedong, Thirty Years in Hexi, Don't Bully a Young Girl to Be Poor?

Sister’s golden finger is here!

I asked him to teach me how to cultivate immortality, but he said he only taught painting.

He refused to teach me to cultivate immortality, so I refused to learn painting.

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

Even if I argue with a ghost, I haven't won yet!

Sister can't swallow this breath!

Later I got used to it and swallowed it.

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

But that day, I was probably blinded by the heat, so I suddenly sat in the study, picked up a pen and started drawing.

It's still a pretty nice painting.

"What are you doing again? You will be a sophomore in high school next semester. School is about to start. Have you finished your homework?"

My mother who came back from get off work said this;

Suddenly I felt that it was quite boring.

I looked back and saw that the ghost was still behind me, holding her hands and looking at her smiling.

"Sir, teach me how to draw!"

"I will be very strict."

"Please whip me as much as you want!"

…

"I think it's a pity that she stopped painting because her paintings were very beautiful, and my previous master failed to find an heir to the painting skills before his death. This is why I wanted to give it to her.

"

Feng Wuli listened quietly to their stories. The sun was shining in the summer afternoon and the whole campus was quiet.

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

He is a strict teacher, and every review he makes is pungent. He can always catch the shortcomings in the girls' paintings. The girls have made rapid progress under his guidance.

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

Every time Gu Sisi turned around, she could see the scholar standing behind her with a stinking face.

Tell me what you have drawn.

She didn't get upset even if she was scolded.

Just holding the pen and looking at him with a smile.

He looked helpless and knocked her on the head.

"Why did you suddenly stop painting at that time?"

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

But later on, it became increasingly difficult for her to see the smiles on her parents' faces. Instead, they perfunctorily told her to stop doing all these things and start to only care about studies, grades, and further studies.

No matter how good her painting is, she is still denied.

The scholar asked: "Do you like painting?"

"like!"

She smiled happily.

"They won't recognize you now."

"Isn't there still sir?"

"If your painting is so ugly, I won't approve of you."

It doesn't matter if no one recognizes it.

Because she is not determined for this choice for anyone, she will always be determined because she has chosen it. This is her life, this is her future, she does not need anyone's approval, she can keep painting and keep painting.

Gu Sisi told the scholar that she would keep painting, and she would keep painting.

Sir, please always be by my side, and I will get his recognition one day!

This is what she thought.

"gentlemen--"

But when I looked back, there was nothing there.

The room is empty.

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

Only the curtains on the window sill were disturbing, making the room light and dark.

She looked at the pen in her hand;

Summer vacation is also over.

…

Feng Wuli already understood.

The scholar finally broke his hand and wanted to draw but could no longer draw. The scholar was the scholar's last obsession, which he pinned on that pen.

And because the girl started painting again, that obsession will now dissipate.

As long as the girl continues to draw, the scholar will slowly disappear.

Now he is so weak that he cannot show up in front of girls. He is like the weakest monster Fuchen and the others, and he does not even have the power to affect the real world.

"That day she suddenly lost sight of Xiaosheng, and hurriedly looked for Xiaosheng everywhere, going to all the places we went together, but in fact Xiaosheng was always by her side, and she couldn't hear what Xiaosheng wanted to convey to her.

Now, as Xiaosheng becomes weaker and weaker, Xiaosheng becomes more and more worried."

Feng Wuli thought for a moment and said, "So you came to me because you wanted me to tell that girl not to draw anymore, right?"

As long as she stops painting, the scholar can continue to exist instead of dying.

Hearing Feng Wuli's words, the scholar was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head.

In the mottled light and shadow under the trees, he looked even more ethereal and transparent.

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

If I could go back to the past, I actually want to go back to the second grade of junior high school. I can choose another dream in life, to be an art student QAQ
Chapter completed!