My carefree life in space

Chapter 117 Rabbit Portrait

Lin Shushu was completely unaware that her and Mo Ze's actions had alerted the interstellar purifiers to a crisis.

After Mo Ze devoted himself to cultivation, Lin Shushu was not idle either. She promised Ouyang Zhengliang that she would exchange knowledge about ancient culture with him.

Of course, I communicated with him as a "counterfeit-busting expert".

Here's what happened: Lin Shushu was browsing StarNet when she had nothing to do. She remembered her old online alias and clicked on that account to take a look.

Upon checking, I discovered that there were many private messages in the backend, most of which were sent by someone who called himself "Ouyang Zhengliang".

Upon seeing the name, Lin Shushu initially felt it was somewhat familiar, but after checking his private messages, she discovered that he was from the Royal Academy's Institute of Ancient Culture.

Lin Shushu then realized where that familiar feeling came from—wasn't this the teacher that Lin Keke had always been so proud of?

She initially didn't want to pay attention, but Ouyang Zhengliang's private message was very sincere, filled with his love for ancient cultural knowledge and his regret for the cultural gap.

This touched a nerve with Lin Shushu, so she replied to Ouyang Zhengliang, saying that they could exchange ideas sometime.

Therefore, she has recently been organizing and recording relevant ancient cultural knowledge. At the same time, she has picked up calligraphy and painting again, which she had abandoned for a long time.

Speaking of my experience learning calligraphy and painting, it was truly a story of hardship and tears.

Back in kindergarten, everyone received very limited supplies, not to mention things like writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

When Lin Shushu first saw the calligraphy and painting works of famous artists on television, she was deeply attracted. At that time, she did not understand what was so good about those works, but she just found them pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, the orphanage didn't have any writing materials, so Lin Shushu wrote with her fingers dipped in water and drew in the sand with a stick.

But this wasn't a long-term solution, so Lin Shushu spent her time collecting bottles outside every day. After accumulating them for a while, she secretly bought some cheap writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

After receiving these items, she treasured them dearly. She practiced on old newspapers first, and only dared to put pen to paper when she had practiced enough.

She still remembers the excitement she felt when she wrote her first piece of calligraphy. Just when she was feeling good about herself, the dean discovered her secret.

After seeing her doodles, the dean didn't say anything, but later gave her a few calligraphy practice books.

That was the first time Lin Shushu had learned that there was a way of learning called imitation.

My previous haphazard practice could be described as scribbling to put it nicely, or as scribbles to put it bluntly.

As she practiced more, Lin Shushu finally understood why other people's calligraphy and paintings looked so pleasing to the eye, and realized how clumsy and incompetent her previous practice had been.

Lin Shushu was very grateful to the dean for giving her the calligraphy practice book; otherwise, she might have gone down a dead end and ended up with nothing.

Although she did not eventually pursue a career related to calligraphy and painting, these hobbies allowed her to cultivate her character and elevate her artistic vision, breadth of mind, refinement, and temperament.

As she finished writing the last stroke, Lin Shushu habitually picked up the paper and blew on it. Before she knew it, she had fallen into a warm embrace.

Lin Shushu quickly protected the papers and turned back to give Mo Ze a reproachful look.

Seeing this coquettish expression, Mo Ze felt a sudden itch in his heart.

"What are you busy with, Shushu?" Mo Ze hugged her tightly and leaned over to look at the papers in her hand.

Lin Shushu tried to break free, but he held her even tighter, so she had no choice but to let him have his way, while showing him the paper in her hand.

"Having nothing to do, I wrote a piece of calligraphy. You're not practicing cultivation anymore?"

As Mo Ze read what she had written, he replied, "I've hit a roadblock right now, so I need to rest for a while and adjust."

On the paper was a short poem: "Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring? I wish you would gather more, for this is the most cherished token of love."

Although Mo Ze didn't know what red beans were, the meaning of the last line of the poem was crystal clear, and with a little thought, it wasn't hard to guess the meaning of the whole poem.

"So that's why Shushu thinks of me so much. I should have finished my cultivation sooner." Mo Ze was happy inside, and it showed on his face as he smiled.

Lin Shushu blushed. She really didn't have any other thoughts. When practicing calligraphy, she just wrote whatever came to mind.

If Mo Ze hadn't mentioned it, she would have completely forgotten the poem's meaning; otherwise, she wouldn't have shown it to him so generously.

She was about to put the paper away when Mo Ze snatched it away, saying, "Give this calligraphy to me! It's a token of Shu Shu's affection for me."

Too lazy to argue with him, Lin Shushu didn't ask for it back.

"Since I've accepted Shushu's gift, I should give Shushu a gift in return!" Mo Ze said meaningfully, looking at Lin Shushu's red lips.

Seeing through his intentions, Lin Shushu refused to grant his request. After looking him up and down, she said, "Since this is a return gift for me, I can choose what I want."

After she finished speaking, she leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

Now it was Mo Ze's turn to blush. He hesitated for a moment, "Shu Shu, can we choose another one?"

"What do you think, Duoduo?" Lin Shushu said softly, her face serious.

Helpless, Mo Ze gave Lin Shushu a indulgent smile of resignation. The next second, a pure white rabbit appeared where he had just been standing.

Before Lin Shushu could make a move, the rabbit had already jumped into her arms and nuzzled her head.

Lin Shushu's intention was not to hold it; she placed the rabbit on the table where she had been writing calligraphy.

"Lie still and don't move!"

Mo Ze felt a little wronged, but he still obediently did as she said, staring at her with his red eyes as he watched what she was going to do.

Lin Shushu laid out a new sheet of white paper, carefully observed the ink stains for a while, and then began to write on the paper.

Mo Ze was somewhat disappointed to learn that the painting was meant to depict him in human form. He had actually preferred a portrait of himself if it were to be painted.

However, since Shushu likes his current state, he should just go along with it; as long as she's happy.

Soon, Lin Shushu stopped writing. She looked at the paper in front of her and nodded in satisfaction.

Mo Ze curiously stepped forward and saw a lifelike rabbit on the screen looking ahead with obvious aggrieved expression in its eyes.

Mo Ze couldn't bear to look and quickly jumped away. So this is what his rabbit form is like? It's so unlike his character; he absolutely can't let anyone else see it.

Lin Shushu was quite satisfied. She reached out and grabbed the rabbit that was trying to escape. "Duoduo, how is it? Isn't it cute?"

Mo Ze pretended to be dead, his head down. Although Shu Shu was telling the truth, he instinctively rejected the description. In Shu Shu's mind, he should be tall, strong, and handsome.

Why did he turn into a rabbit? He could have been a tiger or a lion!

Lin Shushu didn't care what Mo Ze thought. She used her spiritual power to make a frame and framed the painting.

The consequence of his impulsive act was that that very night, Mo Ze showed her through his actions whether he was cute or imposing.