Chapter 44 was a big goal

Although he majored in science, there wasn't much physics involved. The things Shuishui studied were somewhat profound. He remembered that Mu Zilin once said that Shuishui was different in the past. The change was very drastic.

Shuishui even started to read these things. Normal students probably wouldn't be able to understand them.

Shuishui came to the door of the study room. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Shuishui did not think she had a lot of things and thought they were unimportant. "My notebook—the handwriting is a little messy."

"No, your handwriting is very strong, and it looks very comfortable." He smiled faintly. He was also seriously praising Shuishui. She was not old, but her handwriting was very beautiful. Moreover, it represented her personality. She was straightforward and had a special feeling about it. Also, Mu Ziyu seemed to have seen her handwriting somewhere before.

"I studied calligraphy. Perhaps it is slowly taking shape now." Shuishui blamed it on calligraphy.

Mu Ziyu also knew that Shuishui had studied calligraphy. It seemed to be effective. It was indeed good for girls to study it, but very few people in those days were interested in it. There were works of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. One was a landscape, and the other seemed abstract. He saw the stamp on the side: Qian Shuishui. It was not bad, but he could not understand it. "What is this painting?"

"It's about my heart," Shuishui said casually with a faint smile.

Shuishui often drew things casually. She drew whatever she wanted to. Her teacher was also very conflicted because when he wanted Shuishui to draw landscapes, Shuishui drew other things. When he wanted Shuishui to draw characters, Shuishui just had to draw something else. Shuishui said that when she would be immersed in drawing, she would not think of anything else.

Her teacher did not want to disturb her, so he let Shuishui do her best. Shuishui improved very quickly. At times, she would draw things that he could not understand. Shuishui only said that she was drawing freestyle, which made him speechless.

Shuishui did not know why, but since her rebirth, she had felt melancholic and was always deep in thought. Whenever she would draw, however, her mind would be serene and clear, and she would follow her heart and draw whatever she imagined. In fact, her drawing skills were not good enough. She herself could not understand what she drew.

Therefore, she had to work hard and draw whatever she wanted to. That way, she would succeed.

Once Shuishui set a goal, she would work hard to achieve it. She did not know how long she would be on that path, but she would enthusiastically work hard to achieve it. If the teacher knew what Shuishui was thinking, he would have been in tears. Ink painting was the hardest to express, and Shuishui's goal was a good one.

Mu Ziyu looked at it and tilted his head. "Did you draw a black hole?"

"Eh?" Shuishui was slightly stunned. "How do you know?"

She had indeed drawn a black hole, but the rest were things that were sucked in by the black hole— her emotions and everything about her. She felt helpless, although it was all right for her to admit that it was a black hole. After all, it was just a black ball. "It is just a random painting. Don't mind it."

"En, did you also draw this?" He was a little confused. There were good and bad things that had Shuishui's name on them.

"En, my teacher asked me to draw them. In fact, he also helped me change them. I hung my own painting just to motivate myself, so that I would be more motivated to practice." Shuishui looked at the painting and was slightly stunned. Then, she turned her head away.

Mu Ziyu looked at the painting. It was a landscape. Strangely, he noticed that in the corner of the painting, there was a figure.

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