The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

"Really?" Tia looked happy.

"Well." Jesus smiled gently. "Do you have any requests?"

"Wear something lighter." Tia thought that there was no time to wear complicated and gorgeous clothes.

"Okay." Jesus slowly formed a plan in his mind. "You paint here first. I won't disturb you. The paints are all here."

Tia looked at the rare pigments piled there, and her attention was immediately drawn to them.

"Ok!"

Jesus knew that Tia's attention was no longer on him, so he opened the door and quietly walked out.

Tia started painting when she was ready. She became more and more focused on the content of the painting, forgetting the passage of time and not even noticing that Jesus walked into the room again.

Jesus originally just thought that Tia would be hungry if she didn't eat at dinner time, so he planned to ask her to go eat, but he didn't expect that she was still painting in the studio.

The content of the painting also surprised him.

In the painting, a handsome man is immersed in the world of piano with his eyes closed in a sea of black velvet roses. His slender fingertips fall on the black and white keys like a nimble white butterfly.

What is even more shocking is that the black and white keys and the top cover at the back are also burning with flames. The orange-red flames are even more eye-catching against the backdrop of the night.

The scattered sparks gradually turned black and red as they came into contact with the surrounding cold air, like small black velvet roses blooming.

The man in the painting is obviously him, but why would Tia paint such a picture?

Jesus watched Tia continue to embellish the painting with a paintbrush. His long black hair fluttered in the wind but was entangled in the roses beside him. His feet stepping on the piano pedals were also entangled in the rose branches. Even his white neck was decorated with a black velvet rose.

The dark and eerie painting style gives people a feeling of depression, but the person in the painting has a faint smile on his face.

Tia put away her paintbrush after she finished painting the last rose, admiring the painting with satisfaction.

She stood up from her chair and turned around to see the protagonist in the painting looking straight at it.

Tia hadn't expected that the painting would be seen so quickly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm going to call you to dinner. Have you finished painting?" Jesus retracted his gaze and turned his attention to Tia.

"Now that we're done with the painting, let's go eat first!" Seeing that Jesus didn't ask, Tia tacitly didn't say anything.

During dinner, Tia was still the only one eating with relish, while Jesus was not interested.

But what was different from the past was that Tia clearly felt that this time Jesus was no longer watching her eat like before, but was thinking about something else.

Tia quickly thought of the picture she had just drawn. She originally wanted to draw Jesus making a wreath, but when she picked up the pen, inspiration suddenly burst into her mind. She drew more and more, and it became what it is now.

Jesus really couldn't figure out how, apart from his face, he was similar to the person in the painting?

He wanted to ask Tia, but seeing that Tia was eating seriously, he didn't dare to ask immediately.

Tia noticed the familiar gaze returning to herself and couldn't help but eat a little slower.

Will Jesus ask about that strange painting?

If asked, how would she answer?

These two questions kept turning over and over in Tia's mind, and she had much less interest in eating.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this dish?" Jesus had been looking at Tia all along, and naturally he noticed that although Tia was still eating, she was eating slowly, unlike at the beginning.

"No, no!" Tia quickly shook her head when she heard this. Although Jesus himself didn't like cooking, he was a very good cook and she loved everything he made.

Jesus nodded thoughtfully, realizing that Tia must be troubled by the painting she had just seen.

"That painting just now..."

When Tia heard this opening, her heart suddenly rose to her throat and she lost all desire to eat.

"Let's talk after you finish eating. I'll wait for you in the studio." Jesus realized that his presence here might affect Tia's appetite, so he put away the plate in front of him and went to the studio.

He stood in front of the picture again and suddenly saw something different. The scattered sparks were burning the roses wrapped around his hair and ankles bit by bit.

The style of this painting suddenly seems to have changed into the song of freedom as people who have been in darkness for a long time welcome the light.

He walked alone in the darkness, feeling life was boring, until he met Tia, and then he saw hope in death.

Is this what Tia wanted to express?

He carefully observed the painting again and found the matches hidden in his gentleman's suit.

So it was actually himself who brought him light?

While Jesus was thinking, Tia finally finished her meal and came up. She knocked on the door gently and then poked her head out from the crack.

"I'm in."

Tia said, not needing a response, and walked in on her own.

"Just ask whatever you want!"

"You painted this picture..." Jesus always felt that this painting was a metaphor for something, but he was afraid that he might think he was overthinking it.

“What was the inspiration?”

"?" Tia thought Jesus was going to ask a very serious question, as he called her into the studio so seriously.

"Actually, I originally wanted to change the scene to you making a wreath, but when I dipped the brush into the red and black paint, the piano room I saw earlier suddenly flashed through my mind. The piano combined with the sea of flowers is just like this."

Jesus was silent for a moment after hearing this answer.

Tia mentioned two important elements in the painting, but she didn't mention the most important element - fire, or hope.

"What's wrong? Any other questions?" Tia waited for a long time but didn't get any answer from He Suosi. She thought she had said something wrong, but that was indeed what she thought.

"It's okay, the painting is beautiful!" Jesus smiled. "Can you give me this painting?"

"Of course, if you like, I can draw it for you when I have time. After all, you are so good-looking... Look."

Tia had just had a burst of inspiration and had just eaten a full meal. She was in an extremely relaxed state and said this without thinking.

She suddenly didn't dare to look Jesus in the eye.

Jesus chuckled twice and reached out to gently stroke her hair. "I know I look very beautiful in your eyes. Don't be shy."