After her death in her previous life, her soul drifted for twenty years, which means that she had not painted it for twenty years.

As soon as this thought came true, Jiang Xiao couldn't help it anymore.

She flashed out of the space, walked to the wooden rack in the corner and took her schoolbag, trying to find a painting book.

But after searching through the very old-fashioned hand-sewn schoolbag, I couldn't find a piece of drawing paper.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help but sigh.

She had forgotten that her family was so poor that she couldn't afford a painting book.

Although there are art classes in Siyang Village Primary School, their drawing paper is actually a small white paper homework book. The paper is very poor, thin and a bit transparent.

For Jiang Xiao, who had used professional drawing paper in his previous life, this kind of paper really doesn't look down on it.

Paper is one thing, mainly small, what can you draw at such a small size?

It seems that she has another motivation to make money, that is, to buy paint paper, brush and pigments. In this era, these things are also very expensive.

Now I can only draw some small things at will to enjoy it.

Jiang Xiao's heart moved, and the black pen with a faint light appeared in her hand.

Black earth and black pen, but Jiang Xiao had known for a long time that this pen can actually draw any color.

The pen is as she wishes, and she can draw any color. She never needs to add ink or wash the pen.

The refill can be hard or soft, and the lines drawn can be thick or thin.

It can be said that this pen can match all painting tools.

But because it was so magical, Jiang Xiao was somewhat careful in his previous life. She only used this stroke to draw a small part of the paintings she gave to Deng Qingjiang, most of which were made with ordinary brushes and paints.

But even so, it still caused trouble.

Jiang Xiao pulled open the chair, sat in front of the desk with a little paint loss, and used this stroke to draw a bunch of schizonepeta.

The dark light flashes on the black pen, and the refill is sometimes hard and sometimes soft.

The leaves are drawn by different shades of green, and the tender yellow flowers bloom beautifully and softly.

A cluster of lifelike schizonepeta is vividly seen on the paper, and it is almost real at first glance.

Although Jiang Xiao has magical brushes, her painting skills are indeed achieved by herself, and her talent in painting is indeed amazing.

The painting skills are not unfamiliar.

Although he only drew such a small herb, Jiang Xiao was still very happy.

Suddenly, she smelled a grass scent that seemed to be there and not be there.

At first she thought it was from the space, but the fragrance came from the paper.

Jiang Xiao opened her eyes wide and immediately leaned over to smell the painting. She really smelled the fragrance of schizonepeta flowers!

"Huh!"

She was really surprised now.

She used this stroke to draw so many paintings, but none of them had ever tasted!

This discovery made Jiang Xiao's heart thump.

How could she hold back?

Immediately turned the page and drew another perfume lily.

The perfume lily has a strong fragrance. If it really tastes, it shouldn't be her smelling problem! Moreover, she also wanted to try it out, would something that was not planted in the painting space have such magical features?

For an old painter who has great painting skills, it takes almost a few minutes to have a perfume lily.

Soon, a fresh and refined perfume lily appeared on the paper, with white and atmospheric petals, and a delicate yellow color near the center of the flower, and a few drops of crystal water droplets on the petals.

Now there is no need for Jiang Xiao to come over and smell it. She has already smelled the fresh fragrance of lilies.

The fragrance of flowers permeates the room with a pleasant fragrance.

Jiang Xiao was so happy that she was crazy.

Turning over a page quickly, she continued to experiment.
Chapter completed!