Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 The Medicine Painting is Initially Completed

Chapter 59 -59 The Medicine Painting is Initially Completed

After dying in her past life, her soul wandered for twenty years, which meant she had not painted for a full twenty years.

As the thought occurred to her, Chiang Xiao could no longer hold back.

She flashed out of her space and walked over to the wooden rack in the corner to grab her backpack, intending to rummage for a sketchbook.

But after turning that very rustic, handmade-sewn backpack inside out, she couldn’t find a single sheet of drawing paper.

Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but sigh.

She had forgotten that her family was so poor that she couldn’t even afford a sketchbook.

Though Siyang Village Primary School did offer art classes, their drawing paper was actually just a little white paper workbook, with poor quality, thin, and somewhat transparent paper.

For Chiang Xiao, who was accustomed to professional-grade paper in her past life, this type of paper was barely worth a glance.

The quality of the paper was one thing, but the main issue was its size—it was so small; what could she possibly draw on it?

It seemed another motive for earning money had been added: to buy drawing paper, brushes, and paints. In this era, these items were quite expensive.

For now, she could only casually sketch little things to satisfy her craving.

With a thought from Chiang Xiao, the black pen shining with a faint glow appeared in her hand.

The pen was black, as was the soil, but Chiang Xiao had long known that this pen could actually bring forth any color.

The pen followed her will, allowing her to paint in whatever color she desired, and it never required ink replenishment or washing.

The nib could be hard or soft as needed, and the lines it drew could be as thick or as thin as desired.

In essence, this single pen could replace all other drawing tools.

But because it was too magical, in her past life, Chiang Xiao had been somewhat cautious. In the paintings she handed to Deng Qingjiang, she only used the Magic Brush for a small part, with the remainder being done using ordinary brushes and paints.

Yet even so, it had caused trouble.

Chiang Xiao pulled out a chair and sat at a somewhat chipped desk, using the pen to draw a bunch of Fragrant Russian Knapweed.

The black body of the pen glimmered faintly as the nib alternated between firmness and softness.

Leaves of varying shades of green were drawn, and delicate, soft yellow buds blossomed beautifully.

A clump of lifelike Fragrant Russian Knapweed sprang onto the paper, at first glance almost deceivingly real.

Although Chiang Xiao had the Magic Brush, her artistry was genuinely acquired through her own diligent practice, and her talent in painting was indeed astonishing.

Her skills had not rusted.

Even though she had only drawn a small medicinal herb, Chiang Xiao was still delighted.

Suddenly, she smelled a faint scent of grass.

At first, she thought it was coming from her space, but the fragrance seemed to emanate from the paper itself.

Chiang Xiao’s eyes widened, and she immediately leaned in to sniff the drawing, and indeed, she detected the scent of Fragrant Russian Knapweed!

“Huh!”

At this, she was truly astonished.

She had used this pen to create so many drawings before, but none had ever emitted a scent!

This discovery made Chiang Xiao’s heart skip a beat.

How could she contain herself?

She immediately flipped the page and proceeded to draw a Scented Lily.

The fragrance of Scented Lilies was strong, so if there truly was a scent, she reasoned that it wouldn’t be a case of her sense of smell malfunctioning. Besides, she wanted to test whether drawing something not grown in her space would also possess this miraculous trait.

For an experienced painter with excellent artistry, drawing a Scented Lily took hardly a few minutes.

Soon enough, a pure and elegant Scented Lily appeared on the paper, its large white petals graced with a delicate yellow hue near the heart, and a few sparkling water droplets on its petals.

This time, Chiang Xiao didn’t need to lean in to smell—the soft fragrance of the lily already filled the air.

The mild floral scent diffused gently through the room, pleasant and refreshing.

Chiang Xiao was ecstatic.

Rapidly turning the page, she continued her experiments.