Genshin Impact: Teyvat Travel Guide

After that, Kawei followed the agreement and came to serve as a painting model for Yu Zhiwei.

He fiddled with his sleeves unaccustomedly and asked uncertainly: "Is this all it takes?"

Yu Zhiwei replied: "Yes, just standing there is enough."

Kawei's appearance is very superior. Once he stands there, he becomes the person in the painting without any extra movement.

Yu Zhiwei picked up the brush and wrote his first stroke in many years on the drawing board in front of him.

She thought she would feel strange, unfamiliar, or worse, she might even have forgotten how to start a draft... But all her worries disappeared the moment Yu Zhiwei picked up the brush.

She didn't forget.

Although he had not painted for many years, the moment he picked up the brush and spread his inspiration on the drawing board, Yu Zhiwei felt as if he had painted thousands of times without interruption.

The picture is completed in one go, and the brushstrokes are natural and skillful.

Until the moment the entire painting was completed, Yu Zhiwei felt a little enlightened.

She looked at the shining blond young man on the drawing board, and something that seemed to have been thrown away for a long time returned to its original position at this moment.

Yu Zhiwei thought inadvertently - So, she really likes painting the most.

The value of art is not worth mentioning in Xumi, but she is still unwilling to give up.

Is such that.

Even though she has not been exposed to painting for many years, Yu Zhiwei has already sketched it thousands of times in her mind. She is very familiar with the structure and color of things, and so are people.

"Kavi." She said suddenly, "I'm a little lucky."

Kawei asked her: "What are you grateful for?"

Yu Zhiwei: "Fortunately, I have no intention of giving up painting... Thinking about it carefully, it is a very satisfying thing to have such a pursuit in life."

The biggest difference between her and Kawada Zeichiro is that Kawada Zeichiro abandoned his family and everything for the "ideal" he keeps talking about.

But Yu Zhiwei chose to give up his ideals for reality.

…Wait, ideal?

She struggled day and night to sell so many paintings. Was that actually her ideal?

Yu Zhiwei paused.

She froze in place, finally understanding where the joy in her heart came from.

Kawei smiled and said, "Congratulations, Zhiwei."

Yu Zhiwei raised her eyes to look at the blond young man standing behind the drawing board. She asked in a daze, "What are you congratulating me for?"

"Congratulations, you have recovered from your illness and have the possibility to get closer to your ideals again." The blond architect walked up to her and looked at the painting, with a look of amazement in his eyes.

Kawei couldn't help but blurted out: "Am I so good-looking?!!"

He was so shocked that he even raised his voice unconsciously.

Yu Zhiwei came back to her senses and smiled softly: "Yes."

Kavi couldn't help but blush a little.

"...I don't think I look as good-looking as your painting...if I insist on saying it, yes, filter! That's the term, right? Filter!" Kawei said firmly, "You must have a filter for me. You can draw so beautifully!”

Yu Zhiwei shrugged: "Maybe."

"'I have a filter for you'...if that's what you want to think of it, then so be it."

She unexpectedly did not struggle with this issue, but after Kawei realized it, he scratched his face in embarrassment and began to struggle: "Although it's not a good thing to say, what I just said... is actually a bit offensive, right?"

"It's like a layman pointing at my building and saying, 'I feel that your building is no different from the public'... questioning that what you painted is not like me..."

Kawei glanced at her cautiously and added the second half: "...Aren't you angry?"

Yu Zhi sighed slightly.

"I'm not angry," she said. "Rather, I think what you said may be right."

"After all, in my eyes, Kawei is like this - among all the people, you are the most eye-catching, so I always look at you involuntarily."

Even the brush strokes used to paint him became gentle involuntarily.

Kavi's eyes widened for a moment.

*

Yu Zhiwei gave the painting she painted that day to Kawei. She watched him thank him in a panic, and then left with a slight panic.

After that, Yu Zhiwei didn't see him again for several days.

For half a month, in addition to working in the tavern, she accompanied Xiwei at home and painted. Half a month later, Yu Zhiwei nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the stack of paintings in his hand.

Yu Xi slightly poked his head over: "Are these what my sister wants to sell?"

Yu Zhiwei touched her head: "Yes, why did Xiwei ask this question?"

Yu Xiwei said: "Well... I was thinking, since my sister no longer plans to sell paintings like before, why not put her name on it?"

"If you can slowly become famous...that would be a good thing."

Yu Zhiwei never thought about this problem.

She was used to erasing her name, but unexpectedly her sister woke her up.

She hugged Yu Xiwei: "Yes... you are right, Xiwei."

Yu Zhi carefully added his name to these paintings.

Just like she did when she was a child, she wrote the word "Zhiwei" in her own special font in the lower right corner of each painting.

This time there was no cover.

It's above board.

Yu Zhiwei originally thought that her business would not be good at the beginning, but unexpectedly, on the day when the paintings were sold, the number of buyers far exceeded her expectations.

"Miss Zhiwei, I heard you returned to Xumi before. Why don't you go to Zubair Theater to continue dancing?"

"Dancing is not for me. I have found my favorite thing now." Yu Zhiwei replied.

"Miss Zhiwei, I didn't expect that your paintings can be so good... You are really versatile. I will buy one and it will be good to hang at home."

"Indeed, after watching so many performances by Miss Zhiwei at the Zubair Theatre, I never knew you could draw these... That's amazing!"

Yu Zhiwei didn't wrap herself up tightly, so most of the guests who came knew her.

It’s good that people are willing to support her. They were amazed after seeing her paintings, and Yu Zhiwei thought——

Maybe that's the point.

She liked this feeling so much.

Some people affirm and praise her paintings... Does this mean that everything is really as Kawei said?

She may really be one step closer to her ideal.

Even if it's just a small step.

After that day, Yu Zhiwei returned home and lay on the bed, feeling that the days and nights in previous years were not as peaceful as this moment.

She closed her eyes.

When Yu Zhiwei woke up the next day, a sparkling, ice-blue Eye of God appeared on the head of Yu Zhiwei's bed.

Yu Zhiwei picked it up.

She once fantasized about how much money she could sell for after possessing the Eye of God, but until she actually obtained the Eye of God now...

Her state of mind was completely different.