"Swishy~" the brush slides gently on the drawing board,

Sitting in Charles in the port area, the rows of ships docked at the Pier.

The cargo transportation on Hope Island has stopped, and all outputs in the agricultural area are being quickly hoarded in warehouses to prepare for the arrival of the Light God Fleet.

"Who did you learn your style from? Why haven't I seen this on other islands?" An old voice came from behind him.

When Charles turned around, he saw the old man with a missing front teeth looking at him.

"It's you! You asked me to paint for you and your wife before, but did you expect you to be a painter too?" The old man Queya said very well.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Charles immediately remembered that he had painted himself and Lily before and showed a forced smile on his face. "I haven't learned much, just draw it completely."

"Oh? Is that right? Then I'll teach you well. Although your painting style is unique, you still have many problems with painting. Don't worry, I was a professor at the British Island Academy of Art before."

Looking at the familiar old man in front of him, Charles thought about it but did not refuse. Although he drew just to relieve the pressure, it was good to be able to improve his skills without suppressing himself.

As soon as the old man with missing teeth entered the teaching state, he immediately became like a different person, and his tone became much more severe in an instant.

"The colors here are so popular, and there is no big connection here. Why are you dividing these few more pieces? No, no, there is no need to change this painting, so you tear it down and repaint it!"

Although it was very strict, Charles clearly felt that the other party was qualified to say this.

With one by one, Charles' painting ability has been significantly improved. With his extraordinary finger control ability, his painting skills have surpassed most ordinary painters who make a living by painting.

"Well, this one looks much more comfortable." The old man inquired teeth looked at the new painting on the drawing board and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he looked at Charles with some surprise, "Friend, you have a very high talent in painting."

But before Charles could say a few words of politeness, the other person's face suddenly dimmed.

"Oh, what's the use of being talented? It's getting harder for us who use paintbrushes."

Charles was surprised. "What? Old sir, you painted very well."

The old man shook his head with a frown. "It's useless. The photo studio has snatched too many of our people. The photos were black and white before. We are still a little competitive. But since some research institute in the Governor's Office has developed a brand new light-sensitive material that makes the camera take color photos, we have completely lost our way."

This news surprised Charles himself, why hadn't he heard of such a thing?

"Think about it, when we draw one, we can take a hundred photos in the photo studio. Think about how we can compare to them." said the old man in the missing teeth.

When Charles saw the blue boat ticket in his chest pocket, he said unexpectedly: "Then are you leaving this island soon?"

"Yes, this island is developing too fast, I can't keep up, look there."

Charles looked along his fingers and found that there was a factory in the distance. In the factory with yellow walls and black tiles, a towering chimney pierced the greenhouse and drilled directly outside.

"I have seen this kind of thing once in the Island of England, and all kinds of new things will soon emerge from it, and the whole life will change greatly."

"Has the industrial revolution begun again..." Charles looked at the factory in the distance and said in his heart.

Not long after he came back, the development speed of the island was even more amazing than he thought.

"Isn't life a change?" Charles asked back.

"Okay, of course, good. New things are always better than old things. For example, cameras are better than painters, but when I am old, I can't change it. I would rather stay with the old thing and die together." The old man touched the drawing board on his back with a melancholy look on his face.

"I hope it will take some time for the new things on the island to be transmitted to other islands, at least in other places, and I can still make a living in this craft."

Charles looked at the old painter's off-line cuffs and his patched pants, "Old sir, weren't you a professor at the Academy of Art before?"

"That was a long time ago, but Governor Swan felt that he preferred steam and gears that were full of power than to improve people's love and understanding of beauty. So he occupied the Academy of Arts and transformed it into Steaming Machinery University. I still remember taking the students to the Governor's House to protest."

Speaking of this, the old man Queya smiled bitterly, "But now there is nothing, the entire island is gone, and the governor is gone, and I guess it won't take long, and I'll be gone."

After saying that, the painter turned around and walked towards the dock. For some reason, Charles felt a hint of desolation on his back.

"I heard that the colleges of Hope Island are expanding recently. They need a teacher with a rich experience in painting. I think you can try it." Charles suddenly said.

The old man in the middle of the teeth turned around in confusion. "No way? I've seen it there before, and I don't have this major at all."

"You can go and have a look, maybe it's there now."

The old painter had half-believing and half-doubted. He had bought all the tickets, but when he came out, he didn't seem to be lying to himself when he saw the other party's swearing.

"Ding Ding Ding~!" A crisp car ringtone rang next to Charles.

One old man and the other young man looked at them, and a postman in a green uniform was riding a bicycle on one foot.

Charles knew the postman in front of him, that was his first mate of bandage.

"Are you?" Charles asked hesitantly

"Mother wants me to... deliver a letter... then I will deliver a letter..." Bandage said slowly.

When listening to the bandage's words, Charles found a little different. He stepped forward and wiped the bandage's face with his hands, and found that there was no foundation on his face.

"Those tattoos are gone? What did you do?" Charles asked in surprise.

"It's very simple... I'll push down my whole face..."

Charles nodded in praise. "You have strong healing ability, which is indeed a good idea. By the way, have you remembered the information on the tattoo?"

"I... found someone... and made the skin and nitrogen... and kept it..." Bandage said, taking out his previous face from his arms and handing it to Charles.

Charles touched the human face in his hand with his hand and said in surprise: "The workmanship is very good."
Chapter completed!