Change the world with entertainment with Yokai Girl

"Dad is so happy, loved so deeply by his family." Qin's father couldn't stop smiling. He saw hope in those words and that smile; the light of hope pierced through the barrier and became a bridge to build mutual understanding with his son.

He may not be a remarkable person, but he is now full of confidence, the confidence of a father. He values ​​and loves his child more than anyone else in the world. He will protect his child from danger and will not let his child be bullied.

He will help him solve any difficulties and teach him how to face challenges as a man. He will stay with him to correct any mistakes he makes. No matter how busy he is, he will never abandon him. They will be the happiest family in the world. Yes! There will definitely be no problem!

With his head down, Jing quickly handed over the copy of "Lolita." He didn't want to hear or say a word now, and he thought it best to speak less in the future.

The son handed the book up, and the father happily took it and placed it on the bookshelf.

And so everything returned to peace, the atmosphere was so beautiful, father and son were kind and filial, working together in harmony, enjoying each other's company.

Less than a week later, the father and son finished organizing the library after dinner.

In short, the age limit is set at 13 years old (by Chinese reckoning). Originally, Qin's father wanted to set it at 18, but that would be the same as whether or not one can openly play erotic games. In fact, no matter how old one is, it's something that can't be openly played in front of one's parents.

But books are different; he's not a literary girl, so he doesn't have the skill of eating books!

After Jing's persistent and reasoned arguments, the time limit was finally reduced by 5 years, leaving 10 years until she enters junior high school. The bookshelves above were covered with black cloth and ropes, and temporarily sealed off.

There are still nearly a thousand books left, including classical poetry, essays, dramatic texts, social science works, 180 novels, and 320 novellas and short stories.

Although I don't know why Lu Xun and Xu Zhimo aren't in it, it's still enough to keep you entertained for quite a while.

The first batch was taken to the living room by Qin's father and placed in the small bookcase specially for Jing. Even when it was time for bed, as Jing lay in bed and fell asleep, she was still thinking about how to allocate her time for reading, and how many books she should read each day.

Of course, he didn't intend to read everything; he wanted to read the texts that resonated with him.

Some books are better left unread.

Some things only need to be watched once, or you can skip around.

Some books only reveal their secrets the first time you read them; you may only truly understand them after reading them a second or third time. Reading them at different ages and in different environments will bring different feelings.

Perhaps the author didn't originally intend to express so much; it was just that the words resonated with the reader, creating something new.

Some say this is over-interpretation, or just being pretentious, but Jing calls it fate; friends are meant to benefit each other. If even reading were like an exam, with standard answers, it would be too boring.

In short! I have my own library now! Qin Jing rolled around on the bed excitedly!

However, if she's always reading and ignores Aoi when she comes over, she'll definitely throw a tantrum.

Happiness came too suddenly, and in order to protect this happiness, Jing must master the art of balancing between her books and her younger sister.

Qin Jing found herself in a pitch-black room where it was impossible to see her own hand in front of her face. The room was quite large, and it seemed to have no end in sight.

Suddenly, a giant golden balance scale appeared in the sky, with the scale pan alone measuring 20 square meters. On one side was Qin Kui, a giant infant magnified more than ten times, crawling around and turning in circles on it, occasionally patting the scale pan, trying to press it down. Finally, he lay on the pan, leaned out, and stretched out his hand, trying to grab Qin Jing below.

On the other side, which was raised high, was a pile of books.

The scale pan was covered with a layer of classic works.

Qin Jing, who owned a library, scoffed at this, thinking that a few books were nothing compared to her sister's.

Next, I'll put up the classics, histories, philosophical works, and literary collections of China.

Then came Cervantes, Goethe, and Shakespeare—great literary figures who transcended their time.

There are also works by renowned literary award winners throughout history...

Let's have some more Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and Ma Zang scriptures...

Books rained down from the sky, piling up higher and higher on the scale, while the giant sunflower on the other side of the scale continued to rise.

Little Kui, leaning out, saw herself getting further and further away from her brother and was on the verge of tears. But the books kept rising higher and higher, and Little Kui was being lifted so high that she was about to crash through the ceiling of the dark room...

...When she ascended, she passed through the darkness, and Qin Jing could no longer see her sister. Books continued to fall from the sky, but her sister had vanished...

"Ah!" Jing, who was startled awake from her sleep, sat up and looked at Aoi, who was fast asleep on the small bed next to her, before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Xiao Kui turned over, mumbled "Nini... I can't eat anymore," and then turned over again and fell asleep with a satisfied look on her face.

Section 10, Part 10: One can have both a younger sister and studying.

The Qin family lives in an old house that is a combination of Japanese and Chinese architectural styles. It is said that it used to be a traditional Japanese courtyard house, but it has been renovated by generations to become what it is today. The furniture and tatami mats have been replaced with Chinese-style tea tables, and large sofas have been placed in the living room, with stylish carpets on the floor.

What satisfied Qin Jing the most was the eaves connecting the courtyard. Although the small courtyard lacked the elegant atmosphere of "water adding" that rippled with the flowing water in summer, making a crisp sound when tapping the stones.

But as long as you open the door at the eaves, you can also see the green trees and flowers planted along the fence.

This is a really nice place.

You can see blue skies and white clouds, and starry nights without leaving home, experiencing a sense of tranquility that blends you into nature while remaining isolated from the mundane world.

Sitting in the shade on a summer day, munching on watermelon, and feeling the cool breeze is a true pleasure.

Qin Jing liked to sit there, leisurely reading a book, with a gentle breeze on her face, which was very pleasant.

Recently, he has started to think about whether he should do some exercise that is good for his mind and body, in addition to reading.

Rousseau once wrote that the most important thing in human life is labor training. Without labor, there can be no normal human life. In Emile, he proposed that everyone, regardless of their social status, should learn a trade. Even Louis XVI was influenced by this and was arranged by his father, who was then the crown prince, to learn locksmithing, thus developing a love for tinkering with tools.

It is said that he improved the guillotine invented by the executioner Sanson, changing the rectangular flat blade that was easy to get stuck in the bones into a sharper and more humane triangular guillotine. In the end, Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette were pushed to the guillotine and died under this guillotine.

It has been proven that learning a skill can not only provide a livelihood but also make things easier after death.

Therefore, Qin Jing also decided to learn a skill, or rather, to prepare for learning a skill.

After all, human desires are insatiable. At first, he just wanted to be a literary youth, but now he has an attic library and no longer has to worry about reading books.

At this moment, Qin Jing couldn't help but think about it.

'Can I play Go with the same dedication as Kawabata Yasunari, the master, and make a divine move like the dashing character in Hikaru no Go?'

"Can you play a cool piece of music? Can you travel around the world? Can you make the best movie or the most fun game in your mind?"

'Can I become a sincere creator, like those literary giants who dedicate their lives to writing what's in their hearts, creating a masterpiece, and then dying peacefully?'

There are so many interesting things in this world that are worth exploring.

After all, what he wants to be is a well-read young literary enthusiast who has read extensively and traveled widely. Simply reading books without experiencing them is not enough.

Qin Jing's first thought was to paint.

In his hazy, fragmented memories and in his dreams, he saw many magnificent sights, rare birds and beasts, and at the ends of the earth, a group of golden-haired unicorns living leisurely; at Mount Buzhou, five phoenixes flying, a phoenix of crimson gold, a blue luan the same color as the sky, a snow-white swan, a yellow phoenix, and a purple phoenix.

There are also people with unique spirit and personal charm, and magnificent scenery that moves people. If these can be painted, they might be able to recall the emotions and feelings they had at that time, which would be very meaningful to them.

"Nini!!" Little sister Xiaokui was holding a small blue flower. She took a few steps and then crawled to Jing's side. She stretched out her hand like presenting a treasure and handed it to Jing. Her round, innocent eyes smiled naively.

"Here you go! These are beautiful flowers!"

"Is this blue hibiscus again? Could it be someone else's?"

"No, that's not it! I begged Auntie to give it to me!" Xiao Kui stood there proudly, as if waiting for her brother's praise.

"Really? Thank you." Qin Jing smiled helplessly and patted Xiao Kui's head. Ever since he casually mentioned that these flowers could be pressed into bookmarks, Kui had remembered it and would often go out to the courtyard to collect flowers and plants, presenting them to him like treasures.

Qin Jing thought to herself, 'While I'm very grateful for the child's kindness, picking every plant in and around the neighborhood's yards and courtyards—now the bookmarks in my hand could be a complete encyclopedia of plants—isn't that a bit excessive?'

Little Kui, who is almost three years old, has boundless energy but no self-control, running around everywhere inside and outside the house. Although she often gets into trouble, making her parents apologize to people everywhere.

However, she genuinely loves her family and will give them things she considers beautiful. She will massage Qin's parents' backs and help her grandmother, fully expressing her love for her family without feeling annoyed.

Everyone says that daughters are like warm little cotton-padded jackets, but Qin Jing could never be as good as her.

Perhaps this is due to the different thinking patterns of boys and girls, or perhaps Xiao Kui is exceptionally talented and performs better than other children? But as long as the family is happy, that's all that matters.

The bookmark Qin Jing is using now is a four-leaf clover that Xiao Kui found for him. It's quite cool. I wonder where Kui found it. She really has amazing insight.

You should know that he had tried to find them before, but after a long time he couldn't even find one with four leaves.

It seems that my younger sister not only has extraordinary energy and a single-minded, strong drive, but also keen eyesight and insight.

"Maybe in the future, Xiao Kui will be very good at taking care of her family," Qin Jing praised.

"Hehehe~! Actually, I'm not that amazing." Receiving the praise she'd been hoping for, Aoi jumped into the boy's arms, laughing happily. Enjoying the head pat, she squinted her eyes, rested her chin on Shizuka's shoulder, and clung to her older brother with a beaming smile.

He couldn't read books anymore, so he started researching ways to deal with his younger sister. If he didn't want to be constantly bothered by her, the best way was to distract her. Once he could get her to focus on playing by herself, he would be free.

Just then, he wanted to start practicing drawing, so he pulled out a drawing paper and a crayon box from the table.

"Xiao Kui, I want to draw now? Want to come with me?" Qin Jing said.

"Drawing? Hmm! I want to play with Nini!" Aoi nodded repeatedly.

He divided the drawing paper into two pieces, laid them on the carpet, and lay down to draw.

"What does Xiaokui want to draw?"

"Flowers! Blue flowers!"

The brother and sister lay side by side on the carpet, doodling in their sketchbook with crayons; it was a pretty good way to pass the time.

Painting is an art form, not because paintings can be sold at high prices, but because humans use painting to express their inner feelings and thoughts, which can resonate with some people and give them insights.

No true art can exist without the aid of technique. So-called art means that there are no shortcuts; one must practice diligently. But practice alone is not enough; one must also possess metaphysical talent or inspiration.

Qin's parents bought them round, thick crayons for toddlers, and they were even edible.

Although Qin Jing's skill level is not very high, she finds it quite interesting to draw seriously. If she can calm down and spend a few days copying, she can also create a decent work.

After filling page after page of sketchbooks, and several sketchbooks in total, Qin Jing suddenly realized that her drawing skills seemed to have gone from mediocre and half-baked to somewhat interesting half-baked.

Qin Jing twirled his pen, pondering what to draw. When he didn't know what to draw, he would draw blue skies and white clouds. He liked the boundless pale blue of the sky when the sun was shining but not glaring, like a calm sea that brought peace to his mind.

But blue alone is too monotonous, so wispy white clouds were added. The soft, fluffy clouds, some thick and some thin, are blown by the wind, leaving ethereal tails, appearing carefree against the blue sky. There's a sense of Zen hidden within. It makes one open their heart and let go of all worries.

But today he wanted to try drawing something special, and then he had it! It was a picture of someone spreading their wings and flying towards the sea, just as winter had passed...

Section 11.11 The Question of Existence and Destruction

Painting is a technical skill. While the story of Leonardo da Vinci painting a thousand eggs is fictional, becoming a painter does indeed require enduring the tedious process of observation, painting, and constant practice. If one's basic skills are not up to par and details are riddled with errors, even child prodigies like Wang Ximeng and Picasso will not gain recognition.

It's not that people with patience can achieve great things, but perseverance is indeed a rare talent.

Qin Jing has always believed that life is not a sprint race where the outcome is decided in a few dozen seconds, but a long marathon that lasts for decades. Even the finish line is different for everyone, and the key is still oneself.

After drawing for a short while, Xiao Kui got bored and started peeking towards Jing.

Jing was sketching a human figure with wings in light colors, filling in wrinkles on the face to show the weathered look of the person. The figure was hunched over, dressed in rags, and looked thin and frail.

"Nini, what are you drawing? Is that an angel?"

"This is an old man with wings. He was swept ashore by a storm, fell ill and lost his strength, and collapsed in the puddles and mud. He was found by a farmer who was farming and brought home."

At first, people doubted whether he was an angel, but they found that he was mentally depressed, could not speak Hebrew or English, and had no magical powers. Later, he was locked in a chicken coop and people were charged admission to watch him. This attracted churches, curious people, and patients with intractable diseases to come and visit.

The priest asked him if he could stand on the tip of a needle, curious people plucked his feathers until his wings were bare, and a blind man prayed to regain his sight but grew three new teeth instead. Jing recounted what she had seen, the details of which were no longer clear, but she remembered that the old man survived the cold winter, grew new wings in the spring, and flew to the sea and disappeared.

"Ugh! How boring! Nini, why don't you draw Aoi instead!" Aoi said uninterestedly, preferring bright, pretty, and cute things at her age.

"Let me finish this first," Qin Jing said, having already outlined the lines and preparing to color it in.

"Draw me first! Draw me first! Draw me first!" Xiao Kui grabbed Jing's hand, preventing him from drawing the old man with wings.

A swipe of the colored crayon added a touch of gray-black to the old man's wings, making him look less like an angel and more like a senile, molting old vulture.

"Ugh... Fine, I'll draw you, okay?" Jing sighed and pulled out a new sheet of white paper.

"Hehe, Kui will be your model." Kui, pleased with her success, flashed a standard eight-tooth sweet smile and struck a pose, mimicking Miss World.

Qin Jing frowned, inwardly complaining, 'Where did you learn that? It's not like a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure pose; it doesn't make anyone want to continue drawing. Watch me take care of you in three minutes!'

"No need, Aoi, I can never forget what you look like. Just look... pink hair, chubby round face, bright eyes, and a smiling mouth..." Jing changed her colored pencils and drew the last stroke, a long, curved arc, and a cartoon-style three-headed little girl was drawn.

"Look who this is?" Jing asked, picking up the painting.

"It's me! It's Kui! It looks just like you! Nini, give it to me! Give it to me!" Kui clapped her hands excitedly, pretending to snatch it away.

"Okay, okay, here you go." Jing had no choice but to tear off the page and hand it over.

"Wow wow~!" Kui jumped up and down, holding the painting, her mouth wide open in delight, her smile even brighter than the people in the painting.

'Kids this age are so easy to fool~ With Aoi's aesthetic sense, even if I drew a big circle with two rings inside and filled in a few strokes to make a Doraemon, she'd probably say it's a good drawing. But at a two or three-head-tall style, I can still present my work.' Qin Jing tried hard to purse her lips, not letting herself show a smug smile, because that would be too embarrassing.

After making a fuss for a while, Xiao Kui carefully took out her storybook, gently placed the picture inside, closed it, and wiped away the sweat that wasn't actually on her forehead.

"Alright! Then I'll draw Nini too!"

Qin Jing considered it for a moment and felt that it would be useless to refuse, so she picked up the book she had been reading and said.

"Then draw me reading a book."

"Great job, Xiao Kui! I drew it really well!"