Beside the oil lamp, Ji Jiu was painting on the table. As the weather got warmer, some small insects also appeared. They got through the gaps in the doors and windows, or they may have never left the house. At this moment, they were flying around the oil lamp, as if the flame had some mystery. The inspiration even makes them not afraid of the danger of being burned.
They fly like crazy. This was the thought that came to Ji Jiu's mind when he raised his eyes and saw those confusing and tiny shadows.
Unable to bear it, Ji Jiu flicked the flames with a pen, the fireworks shook, and several flying insects died instantly. The rest scattered first, and when Ji Jiu took back the pen, they gathered around again.
Moths fly into the flame. Ji Jiu looked at it for a long time.
Yi Mo walked over and cast a small spell, and the originally dim light suddenly brightened up, like daylight. Ji Jiu glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued painting. This time he painted landscapes. Under the bright light, he straightened his waist a little, no longer lying on the table.
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