A domestic servant brought over water and a brush.
I held the bowl in one hand, dipped the brush into the water with the other, and gently painted a flat, even layer over the blank space on the artwork. As the dry paper soaked up the warm water, an image gradually emerged.
Faint clouds appeared in the sky, mountains surfaced as if through mist, and a small, flowing river slowly took shape. A bamboo raft drifted on the water, while two cormorants perched on the branch of a large tree by the bank, nestled together as if gazing at the beautiful scenery.
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