Monster Tea Party

Chapter 5398 Painting
Too……

After all, the little black thief had gotten his wish.

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The young scholar looked down at his hands.

There was also a small half-eaten bun that looked very ugly.

The scholar was stunned for a while.

Then he stuffed the rest of the steamed bun into his mouth.

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After eating the steamed buns, the young scholar flipped through a few pages of a book, but he still felt a little restless.

He stood up from his seat.

Come to the bookshelf.

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No no……

The young scholar flipped the book all over the place.

But I still couldn't find the book I thought I should have.

The young scholar was somewhat irritated.

He remembered some...

Did he remember it wrong?
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"!?"

The young scholar's eyes lit up.

found it!
The young scholar read the above sentence word by word.

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The sentence turned into the appearance of the black thief he had just seen...

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and many more.

He still found it a little unbelievable.

how come……

That little black thief who stole the steamed buns….
It is almost exactly the same as the Taotie recorded in ancient books.

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impossible……

Do Taotie really exist in the world?

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But if Taotie did not exist, where did the records in the classics come from?

If it exists...

He had never heard of anyone seeing a Taotie...

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The young scholar was thinking so much that his head hurt.

He reached out and pressed hard on his temple.

What is this mess?

Maybe……

It was just another animal that happened to look like the Taotie in the books...

what is it then?

If you're not a glutton...

What is that little black thief?

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The noise outside the door woke the young scholar.

The young scholar suddenly came back to his senses.

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The woman knocked on the door again.

I felt a little confused and worried.

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The young scholar took a step forward.

He staggered towards the door slightly.

I don’t know how long he was in a trance…

My feet are actually a little numb.

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The young scholar opened the door.

"sister in law?"

Seeing the familiar figure at the door, the young scholar smiled.

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Seeing the young scholar appear at the door and not seeming to be obviously abnormal, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's getting dark."

"Your room was so dark, I almost thought you weren't in the room."

The woman explained why she knocked on the door.

Normally, the lights in the house should be on at this time.

So pitch black...

How to read a book?

My eyes are damaged.

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The young scholar suddenly realized why the woman knocked on the door.

He curled his lips.

"I was so absorbed in reading."

"forgotten."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, sister-in-law."

The young scholar apologized.

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what?
Oh.

The woman nodded.

It turns out I just forgot.

That's good.

Did she think something unexpected had happened?
I felt a little nervous.

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"It's okay."

The woman nodded.

"Sister-in-law won't bother you anymore."

"Remember to turn on the light first."

"And eat the rice while it's hot."

"Only when you are full can you have the energy to study."

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"it is good."

The young scholar nodded.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

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The woman left.

The young scholar took the food back into the house.

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He sat down in his seat.

He reached out and knocked his head.

He was in a trance for so long...

In the end, nothing was gained. …

The young scholar smiled bitterly.

This can’t happen anymore.

He should devote all his energy to studying.

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The young scholar looked at the study room which was a little messy due to his previous search and frowned.

He exhaled slowly.

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The young scholar ate his meal first.

I tidied up the study again.

then……

He then lit the oil lamp in the house.

The moon outside the window is already high in the sky.

He looked up and was lost in thought for a moment.

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The young scholar suddenly thought of something.

He immediately turned back to his desk.

He moved the things on the desk aside and spread out a piece of drawing paper...

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All right.

The young scholar looked at the painting he had just completed, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Not bad.

The young scholar was quite satisfied with his work this time.

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The young scholar exhaled slowly.

The completion of this painting seemed to calm his mind.

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The young scholar can finally concentrate on reading.

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Early in the morning, the woodcutter walked to the door of his brother's study.

This is the study room.

It is also my brother's bedroom.

Every day after reading, my younger brother would fall asleep on the couch next to me.

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My brother's determination to study is obvious.

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The woodcutter was thinking about what his wife had told him yesterday that something was not right with his brother.

It was almost dark, the oil lamp was not lit, and the expression on his face when he opened the door was a little strange.

But she didn't know if she was being too concerned...

I just reminded him to remember to turn on the light in the room and eat before reading, and then left.

But after she returned, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't let it go.

After the woodcutter came back, she told him about it.

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Are you having difficulties in your studies?
The woman guessed.

Although she didn't see it in her brother, she occasionally heard him say to his parents at home...

A classmate in the private school had reached a bottleneck in his studies and was very depressed. He felt like he was going crazy.
Although she felt that her brother had exaggerated the story to prevent his parents from forcing him to study too hard...

But this situation exists.

Reading is important.

But to ruin a person because of reading...

Then the gain outweighs the loss.

No.

How can that be possible?

It's not like you can pass the exam by going crazy.

Then let's all go crazy.

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The woman said it very tactfully.

She didn't want the woodcutter to find her words offensive.

She just thought it was safe...

Maybe the woodcutter could talk to his brother.

Or let your younger brother go out for a walk more often.

It's tiring to stay in a room all day.

My brain is no longer working...

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Although the woodcutter thought his wife was overly worried, he still did as his wife asked and went to find his brother.

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Ok?
No one came to open the door.

The woodcutter hesitated.

He knocked on the door a few more times.

Still no one opened the door.

He put his ear to the door.

There was no sound coming from the room.

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Did he go out?
The woodcutter was puzzled.

But he had never seen the young scholar in the yard or anywhere else in the house.

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The woodcutter no longer hesitated.

He reached out and pushed open the study door.

Then he saw his brother sleeping soundly on the couch.

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woodcutter:……

After a few seconds, he grinned and smiled silently.

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He thought something had happened...

The woodcutter laughed at his own overthinking.

Mainly because the timing was perfect.

I just heard the story yesterday...

It's hard not to think too much.

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The woodcutter went into the house.

He stepped lightly.

So as not to wake up the young scholar who was sleeping on the couch.

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The woodcutter walked up to the steps.

He looked down at his sleeping brother.

Ok.

Looks like everything is fine?