After I died of old age, I was reincarnated into another world and became a cat

Since the two materials, oil painting canvas and charcoal sticks, are not very compatible, the cloth cannot absorb carbon, so it can only be used for modeling and cannot make in-depth portrayals. However, this does not have any particularly big impact.

All it takes is showing off your painting skills, right?

Anyway, the old guy said he was just going to relieve himself and would be back soon, the subtext was that he didn't leave himself much time at all.

So La Luna shook her little hands quickly. Although she had not painted for a long time, the painting skills were engraved in her soul. The moment she picked up the paintbrush, a familiar feeling arose spontaneously.

Not long after, the old man came back staggeringly with his hands behind his back.

"How's your painting going, little girl? If it's not going well, just give up. Painting is not that easy."

The old man came over with a smile and wanted to see La Luna's painting, and La Luna glanced at the old man's hand.

"I say, you just came back from the bathroom, didn't you wash your hands?"

"..."

For a moment, the smiling look on his face froze, and an awkward atmosphere spread.

Then the old man walked back silently. There was a sound of water coming from another compartment. After a while, the old man walked back with his hands behind his back.

"Look at you, holding a canvas and charcoal sticks to draw for me, you are really a talent."

La Luna turned around to block her words, then gently picked it up and handed it over.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the painting on the canvas in surprise.

A graceful figure comes to life on the paper, with his free steps and unruly posture, and his hands that seem relaxed but actually hold secrets.

It’s worthy of my back!

The old man sighed inwardly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

This little Warcraft fellow remembered his back at a glance, which might mean that he had an extremely strong spirit. This was not surprising, but the painting he taught him...

He also understood that it would be difficult to create a painting without very advanced skills in controlling both oil canvas and charcoal sticks. However, this little girl created this work. Although it was just a somewhat blurry back view, the background of the picture created a good artistic atmosphere and the overall look was quite good.

I estimated that the person who could have this skill must be at least a master...

Is the opponent so strong? ?

The old man's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, this painting is quite good."

The old man gently placed the canvas on the table beside him, and then looked at La Luna carefully again.

"I wonder where the young lady's master came from?"

"Without a teacher, can't I just learn by myself?"

Because I don’t really have my own painting teacher in this world... If it were on Earth, my teacher would have passed away long ago, and I would have died of old age.

"Self-taught..."

When the old man heard La Luna say this, his first reaction was that the other party was lying, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that the other party’s teacher was no ordinary person to be able to achieve such painting skills, so there was naturally no need to hide it.

Is it really self-study?

The old man once again looked at Lalong with surprise.

(Tsk, the old guy keeps looking up and down, what does he want to do?)

La Luna had already put an unhappy expression on her face.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, this is rude, may I know your name, young lady?"

"My name is La Luna. I'm from the city of Svir in the west of the empire. I'm currently a lecturer at the academy."

"Ah, so it's Teacher La Luna. My apologies. I saw you looked so young, I thought you were a student here for further studies, haha..."

The old man's awkward smile made La Luna feel a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, stop wasting time. Are you going to sell it or not?"

“Not for sale, not for sale…”

"what??"

"No, what I mean is that since you, Teacher La Luna, have such superb painting skills, you can naturally come to the shop every month to receive certain materials for free. This is also the rule left by the president."

Seeing that La Luna had misunderstood, the old man hurriedly explained.

"That's fine, but who is the president you are talking about?"

The president mentioned by the other party aroused La Luna's interest.

"We have an Art City Art Chapter here, and the president is the chapter president, but he hasn't shown up in a long time. If he doesn't show up again in a few years, they should elect a new chapter president."

"Oh, is it so."

La Luna said she didn't care about these things, but when she heard a familiar place from the other party, she felt a little nostalgic.

Afterwards, La Luna picked out some materials that looked of relatively high quality in the shop, put them all into her Spirit Tower, and then staggered back to the dormitory.

"La Luna? Are you here to buy something?"

On the way back, I unexpectedly ran into Lilith who had just finished class.

"Yeah, buy some food and decorations."

"That's great. Please help me put these courseware away."

Lilith pointed to the pile of materials and documents in her hands. A course had already been completed, but a colleague suddenly got sick from taking some potion and was unable to teach the students, so the dean asked Lilith to teach the class in that colleague's place.

It just so happened that Lilith didn't bring a folder to store materials and files. When the get out of class was over, she could only carry such a large pile of materials back for her colleague. Fortunately, she met LaLuna, a useful tool cat, on the way.

"You really know how to order people around, meow~"

La Luna swept the documents with her mental power and instantly put them into the Spirit Tower. She then changed back into a cat and hung directly on Lilith, letting Lilith take her back to the dormitory.

Chapter 25: High-energy warning ahead! ! ! ! !

After returning to the dormitory, La Luna took out all the information and threw it to Lilith. She then controlled the magic, opened the door and went into the dormitory, then poured out all the messy things she bought today.

The originally empty room was instantly filled with these extra things. La Luna suspended all these things in the air, and then picked up each small thing and found a suitable place for it in the room.

Looking at these various small accessories gradually decorating her bedroom, La Luna narrowed her eyes and finally felt a sense of belonging in her bedroom.

After using up all the decorations, the whole room looks a little garish, but it’s not a big problem.

I also bought some food and drinks this time. However, these things will not deteriorate if they are kept in the Spirit Tower, which is obviously much better than leaving them outside.

La Luna noticed the other vacant spaces in the Tower of Spirits very early on, and when she had free time, she would take the time to develop these vacant spaces.

For example, the 7th and 8th floors are now used to store sundries and food and beverages, and the 9th floor is used to store household garbage. When you go out, you can find a place to dump it directly. La Luna doesn't want the garbage piled up in her room to breed some strange bugs...

"After that……"

After decorating everything, La Luna looked at the empty space in front of the window, which was the best-lit place in the entire dormitory.

La Luna took out a large easel and placed it in front of the window, adjusting its position to ensure that her body would not block the light while she was painting, that the sunlight would not shine directly onto the picture, and that there would be sufficient brightness.

After all, if the lighting is different, the impact of the picture's tonal fluctuations and changes can be quite large.

After adjusting the position, the painting materials were laid out one by one, and then La Luna changed into a human form and tried to place these materials in the position that was most convenient for her.

"It feels good."

After arranging all this, La Luna stood at the door and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

But I don’t have any desire to paint right now, so I’ll just put those materials aside for now.

I went out for a day and felt a little tired today. La Luna turned back into a cat and lay down on the warm bed.

……

After a long time, La Luna was still staring with her eyes, feeling sleepy but also feeling like something was missing.

There was an inexplicable feeling of emptiness in her heart, and La Luna felt uncomfortable. She got up and squatted on the bed, staring blankly at a corner of the room.

It was very quiet, because when I was arranging the decoration, I also cast a sound-damping barrier on the room. Therefore, if you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear any noise.

But it was precisely because of this environment that something seemed to be touched in La Luna's heart, and a sadness called loneliness suddenly surged up like a tide.

What’s the point of all this?

He is just pleasing himself. Even if he has the power of eternal life, he does not have a single friend who dares to interact with him sincerely.

La Luna suddenly felt that even though she was in this academy, she could not fit in here. It was as if she was a god standing on the top of the sky, looking down at the lives that were as busy as ants. Their existence was short and insignificant. For La Luna, who had endless time, it was probably just a blink of an eye.

DingTalk...

Suddenly, a bell rang at the door. La Luna subconsciously opened the door, and a familiar silver-haired figure walked in from outside.

"La Luna, do you have time these days? Help me..."

Lilith walked in and casually glanced at the decorations in La Luna's room. Then when she turned her eyes to La Luna, the words she wanted to say suddenly stuck in her mouth and she couldn't say them.

"La Luna?"

Lilith looked at La Luna's tearful face in surprise and was a little at a loss for a moment.

This was the first time I saw an animal being able to express such humane behavior, even though I knew it was not an ordinary animal.

"What's wrong with you? Did a bug fly into your eye?"

Lilith walked gently to La Luna's bed, then sat down, picked up La Luna gently and placed her on her lap, gently stroking La Luna's warm and soft fur with her hands.

"Nothing, my eyes are a little uncomfortable."

La Luna stretched her neck and rubbed Lilith's hand. The warmth of the other's palm gradually soothed the strange sadness in her heart.

"I'm going to ask you a very presumptuous question. How old are you, Lilith?"

La Luna looked at Lilith with her deep blue eyes.

This mature face overlaps with the slightly childish girl deep in my memory.

"The lady's age is a secret."

When Lilith heard La Luna's question, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled playfully.

"Ah."

Hearing Lilith's answer, La Luna lowered her head.

"But let me tell you a story."

Lilith stroked the soft fur on LaLuna's back and thought about it.

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl with white hair. People around her were very afraid of her and regarded her as a witch with bad luck."

Lilith paused, then subconsciously stroked her long silver hair.

"The little girl was terrified at the time because if she went out, she would be looked at with fear by many people. She could only hide at home and lock herself in her room to prevent outsiders from contacting her."

"But she has two very good parents who have taken good care of her and protected her growth since she was a child."

"But the good times didn't last long. One day, the little girl's mother died because she bumped into the stairs and fell heavily from the second floor."

"That day happened to be the little girl's birthday, and her mother was going to share the cake with her daughter who had locked herself in her room."

"The knife that was originally used to cut the cake pierced the mother's chest and cut open her heart. When the little girl heard a chaotic noise outside and went out, she didn't even see her mother for the last time."

Lilith gradually fell into memories.

When she came out from the second floor with white hair, she looked down at everyone below like the god of death. The originally kind father now found it extremely glaring to see his daughter's white hair.

From then on, everyone in the family showed endless indifference towards the little girl. Originally, her mother would personally put food in front of her door, but later she could only sneak to the kitchen late at night to get some food.

Everyone was talking secretly.

The little girl with white hair killed her mother.

When her mother died, she had a blank expression on her face, which everyone called a cold and ominous sign.

However, no one cared about the little girl's feelings.

When the mother who loved him the most passed away, I could only see a pool of blood on the ground. I felt extremely confused at that time.

After the confusion, I was suddenly filled with fear of this world.

She subconsciously looked at her father at that time, but she read deep resentment in his eyes.

The warm little world that his parents had built collapsed in an instant, exposing him directly to the indifference and ruthlessness of the outside world.