A powerful, subversive inspiration struck her like lightning!
She suddenly broke free from Shen Huaichuan's support and almost stumbled as she lunged forward, grabbing the piece of fabric that was the most "chaotic" and "vivid" in color!
He rubbed the damp fabric between his fingers, feeling the texture of the fibers, but his eyes were drawn to it as if by a magnet, staring intently at the unique, naturally formed dyeing effect!
It's not the industrialized, precisely uniform pure color of imported Australian wool, but rather... a color that breathes, as if it has life!
Like the sky after the rain, like ink spreading on rice paper, like nature's most spontaneous and harmonious masterpiece!
"Uniformity... Why does it have to be uniform?!"
She murmured excitedly to herself, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"I was wrong! I was getting stuck on the details! I was always thinking about how to imitate or even surpass the pure colors of imported fabrics... Is there only one standard for beauty?"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, then suddenly raised her head, her eyes burning with a joyful sense of sudden enlightenment:
"This natural, varying shades of ink wash are like the most beautiful ink painting; every stroke is unique and impossible to replicate! This is the sophisticated aesthetic unique to our Eastern world! This is the soul that 'Guanghua' should have, something that others can't copy!"
The overwhelming surprise, like a surging tide, instantly washed away the previous despair and exhaustion!
At this moment, all fatigue and despair vanished, replaced by an outpouring of creative passion and boundless possibilities!
She excitedly scooped up the still bewildered Zhouzhou from the ground, gave her a big kiss on her paint-splattered face, and her voice was filled with indescribable joy and admiration:
"Zhouzhou! You're such a little genius! You've done your aunt a huge favor!"
Zhouzhou was a little confused by her sudden hug and kiss. Her big, dark eyes blinked blankly, like black grapes soaking in clear water, showing innocent incomprehension.
At this moment, Zhou Qiqi had no time to explain; she was overwhelmed by immense excitement and creative impulse.
She carefully picked up all the pieces of fabric stained with paint from the ground, holding them in her arms as if they were precious treasures. Then she squatted down and asked Zhouzhou in as gentle a voice as possible:
"Zhouzhou, can I borrow these... these 'paintings' from your aunt?"
The little girl bit her lip, looked at the "homework" she had just "created," and then thought about how Grandpa Wu looked expectantly at her work. A hint of reluctance appeared on her face, but she still nodded obediently in the end.
Zhou Qiqi was so engrossed in the newfound inspiration that she didn't pay much attention to the child's subtle emotions. Once she got permission, she immediately hugged the pile of "treasures" and went back to her room.
The desk lamp was switched on with a "snap," casting a dim, yellowish light.
She eagerly spread out the fabric, as if unfurling a mysterious scroll.
As my fingertips traced the naturally flowing boundaries of color, I already had a clear idea in mind.
She grabbed a drawing pencil, and on the snow-white drawing paper, lines quickly sketched out the familiar "Guanghua" classic outline. But this time, the color descriptions next to it were no longer just "bright red" or "dark green," but instead became poetic descriptions.
"Ink Pond", "Sky Blue After Rain", "Purple Mountains at Dusk"...
Next to each design sketch is a piece of fabric that Zhouzhou "created," and the colors on that fabric are the source of her inspiration.
Shen Huaichuan stood quietly at the door, watching Qiqi's figure as she wrote furiously at her desk.
His focused profile seemed to be coated with a soft glow under the light, and the fatigue of the past few days seemed to be replaced by a brand-new figure.
A gentle smile appeared in his eyes. He didn't make a sound to disturb them, but simply closed the door gently, shutting out the noise from outside.
Turning around, she met Zhouzhou's big eyes, and the two of them smiled at each other.
Shen Huaichuan rubbed the little girl's head and gestured with his chin toward the messy bedroom, the meaning of which was crystal clear.
We need to clean up the mess together.
The little girl immediately wrinkled her nose, listlessly turned her wrist, and looked at him innocently with her big eyes.
Without a word, Shen Huaichuan understood.
The little girl is saying that her wrists are sore from painting and she can't do any more work.
Her coquettish and spoiled manner is exactly like Zhou Qiqi's.
This little girl used to be the most sensible, and she was incredibly enthusiastic about doing chores. But she's been corrupted by Zhou Qiqi.
But Shen Huaichuan was susceptible to this tactic, so he could only smile helplessly and point towards the bathroom.
"The hot water is ready. If you don't want to clean, go take a shower first. By the time you're done, the cleaning will be almost done."
Zhouzhou immediately beamed with joy, took out the little pajamas Zhou Qiqi had made for her, and skipped away.
Looking at the paint splatters all over the ground, Shen Huaichuan shook his head and chuckled. He picked up a rag and a basin of water without complaint and willingly became the cleaner.
The sound of a pencil scratching across paper echoed continuously in the room.
Zhou Qiqi was completely immersed in the world of color and lines, her brain working at full speed, perfectly integrating those unexpected blending effects into her new design concept.
Only when she finished the last stroke and felt a throbbing pain in her wrist did she abruptly pull herself out of that state of complete absorption.
I glanced at my wrist and realized it was already 11 p.m.
Is it that late?
She was startled. Usually at this time, she and Shen Huaichuan would be asleep, but today, the bed was empty.
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