Fairyland, Big Problem

"Watercolor or sketch, which one do you prefer?"

The boy stopped completely, and there were stars in his bright eyes...

"My mother said that you should learn watercolors. Sketching has no color and doesn't look good."

After listening to this, Wen Jiu can be sure that it is the parents who influence the children to face their real dreams.

It's not a direct obstruction, but the child is too obedient, and when he learns of his family's expectations, he won't say anything contrary to it.

What Wen Jiu wants to do now is to let the boy calmly face the sketches in his mind without worrying about causing trouble to his family, even if it's just that he is too sensitive to make up for it.

"It's like this, sketches can be used as the basis for painting..."

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The basic skills of perspective, light and shadow, light and shade in sketching are also needed in other styles and painting methods.

After some introduction, the light in the boy's eyes became brighter.

He thought of a way to not only achieve his dream, but also to follow his parents' wishes.

That is... Practice drawing and mastering oil painting at the same time, the two are not in conflict!

In fact... this is purely a matter of common sense, and the sweet dream in a child's heart is just like that.

After a brief blurry view, the little boy saw another piece of drawing paper, with pencils of different hardness dancing up and down, he stretched out his hand to grab it, the image turned into white mist and dissipated...

The mind seems to have caught something.

"Big brother, I understand!"

"Um."

The little boy excitedly began to store painting tools, and he wanted to tell his family about the best of both worlds solution that he realized today.

A text prompt box pops up on the game interface: Dream Points +3.

With the Sweet Dream Points in hand, Wen Jiu casually chatted while the child was putting away the drawing tools, "By the way, why do you like sketching so much?"

"Well...because there is a very powerful plaster statue in the school."

"Gypsum statue? Awesome?"

"Yeah!" The boy lowered his voice, "I'll tell you secretly, this is the secret between me and the plaster statue."

"Why does it sound like a strange campus talk?"

"Yes, the strange talk of our Xingxing Primary School, a plaster statue that changes posture."

Changle City Xingxing Elementary School, the school where Boss Zhang and his children belong, has nonsense and strange talk.

One of them is a very old-fashioned plaster statue that moves.

This kind of weird talk is very consistent with the school style. Similar to weird talk, there are medical anatomical models that can move, statues that can blink, and so on. It is a common joke on the Internet.

The plaster statue mentioned by the little boy is located in the old school warehouse. He has been there two or three times when carrying things, and the movements of the plaster statue will be a little different each time.

"Think about it, if you have such a plaster statue, he will change his posture, and I can copy all kinds of human bodies!"

"what?!"

I have to sigh that the little boy has a clear mind. When a normal child sees a plaster statue changing its movements, he is afraid that he will not be able to sleep at night.

This guy actually inspired the dream of sketching...

And he also used the ordinary pencil for homework to draw an impression of the stone statue.

"Big brother, this doodle is for you, thank you."

"Oh... oh." Looking at the simple pencil drawing of the stone statue in his hand, Wen Jiu couldn't help laughing.

The big easel almost blocked the little boy, his figure was getting farther and farther, and Wen Jiu still stayed in place to think.

A moving plaster statue...

Changed to the world before the time-travel, Wen Jiu would definitely laugh it off, but there are evil things in this world, not the evil things attached to ordinary objects.

Evil object possession is a real phenomenon, and both human beings and ordinary objects have the possibility of being attached.

Ordinary objects will undergo abnormal changes after being attached by evil objects, such as wardrobes floating and land surging.

The evil disaster that Boss Zhang almost suffered from was a stone tablet attached to a large number of evil objects, which floated from the barren mountains to the outside of Changle City.

This kind of situation is called "travel disaster", which is a kind of special disaster.

Thinking that there might be evil things in Xingxing Elementary School, Wen Jiu wanted to inform the SWAT team, but temporarily suppressed his thoughts.

The little boy saw the moving plaster statue a year or two ago, and had the dream of drawing a sketch. Nothing happened in such a long time span.

It's winter vacation now, and there are no students going in and out of Xingxing Elementary School on a daily basis. For the time being, there is no need to worry about sudden dangers. First, find an acquaintance to check the situation.

Flip the contact number on the phone to dial out.

"Boss Zhang."

"Little brother Wenjiu, what's wrong?"

"Is Zhang Anning at home?"

"Yes, but I have to go out in half an hour."

"Okay, I'll go find him."

Jogging along the embankment of the Hujiang River to the small supermarket, Zhang Anning was informed by his father that he was already waiting outside.

"Brother Wenjiu~"

"Zhang Anning, where are you going?"

"I go to school."

"School?" Wen Jiu was stunned, "Isn't Xingxing Primary School on holiday?"

Shaking the key hanging around his neck, Zhang Anning introduced himself as the life committee member of the class. Even during the holidays, he had to go to the teacher to water the flowers and plants every once in a while.

"Well, I'll go with you."

"Eh? Can you?" Zhang Anning jumped up and held hands, "Brother Wenjiu, come this way."

Walking along the path, Wen Jiu threw a question, "Zhang Anning, I want to ask you something about the weird talk in school."

"Strange stories? Isn't it all fake stories that boys tell to scare girls?"

"Well, I've heard that there is a plaster statue in Xingxing Primary School that will move."

"Huh." Zhang Anning waved his hand, "Such a silly talk, it's a shame in a weird talk."

Today's children have access to the Internet earlier, and make up strange stories in many ways. In contrast, having a moving plaster statue is very uncreative.

"Where is that plaster statue?"

"Our school's old warehouse~www.novelmt.com~ Fifteen minutes later, the main entrance of Xingxing Elementary School.

Zhang Anning first opened the small door beside the main entrance with the key, and entered together with Wen Jiu.

"Over there."

Following the direction pointed by the little hand, an old wooden house was exposed between the teaching building and the surrounding wall. Due to its special location, it was basically not exposed to sunlight.

Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance of encountering an evil object, Wen Jiu will not take the risk and enter the old warehouse.

"Zhang Anning, is there any classroom window that can see into the warehouse?"

The old warehouse has open wooden windows, and the window glass has long been gone, and the angle is right to get a transparent view.

"Yes, we can see the old warehouse in the third grade classroom."

"Oh?"

If the third grade classroom could see the inside of the old warehouse without exception, Wen Jiu could almost decide that the moving plaster statue was fake news, otherwise so many students stared at it every day, and a large number of people would have noticed the change.

Entering the teaching building, Zhang Anning was watering the flowers in the corridor.

Wen Jiu looked out the window, but found that no matter how the direction of the teaching building was switched, he could at most see the outer layer of the old warehouse.

"Brother Wenjiu, it's dangerous! Don't climb out of the window—"

"rest assured."

There is a small platform outside the primary school classroom, where you can put some flowers and plants and an outdoor unit of the air conditioner. If you lean over on the small platform, your field of vision will extend to the inside of the old warehouse.

Wen Jiu didn't know whether he wanted evil things to exist or not.

Anyway, pumice is on first, and the smoke bombs and orange fruit are ready to use.

Looking towards the depths of the old warehouse, white shadows drifted back and forth...