Chapter 182

Shuya sat aside and looked at Xuanxuan's serious painting. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. She turned to Han Mo and asked softly, "when did you learn to draw?"

In fact, the last time she knew that Han Mo was a horse riding knight who could not only write fairy tales but also draw pictures, she was shocked.

Han Mo was really talented. When she was at school, she would write songs for the band. Shu Ya reluctantly believed in writing fairy tales, but Shu Ya never heard Han Mo mention painting. She always wanted to ask. She didn't have a chance. Today, when she finally found a chance, she must ask clearly.

Han Mo was stunned by this question. He learned painting in the previous world, but the answer must not be said. He thought for a moment and said calmly, "I liked painting since I was a child, but at that time, my father forced me to play the piano every day, so I had to learn by myself secretly, but painting pays attention to talent. Some people began to learn painting from the age of three or four, But I haven't learned anything, but some people can draw well without a teacher. I belong to the latter. "

After that, Han Mo felt embarrassed. He didn't know whether Shu Ya would believe it if he could study by himself. Because he came into contact with sketch at the age of 7 in the previous world. Although he learned it soon, the foundation was laid. Later, he taught himself all the time. However, modeling is also related to painting.

He can draw any kind of nose on anyone's face. This skill comes from sketch. Through shadow gradient, the most popular explanation is that he can draw a three-dimensional nose on white paper, not to mention his face.

Later, after he had been in contact with modeling, he systematically studied painting again. Only with foundation, talent and understanding can he have the level of painting later. Of course, he can't tell Shuya about these, and she won't believe it.

"Why didn't you tell me when we were in love?" Shuya asked.

"At that time, I patronized love, and I didn't have a chance to show it." Han Mo explained a little guilty.

Han Mo is still thinking about how to explain if Shuya doesn't believe it.

"Hum, dishonesty." During this time, Han Mo surprised Shu Ya too much. Although she said that Han Mo was dishonest and pretended to be angry. She blamed him for not telling her about painting, she actually felt that the mysterious Han Mo was very good.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Shuya didn't get to the bottom of the matter. He didn't say much about this topic. If he explained more, it was easy to reveal the truth, even more unclear.

In fact, Shuya is not out of curiosity, but recalling their college time.

At that time, she was really busy falling in love every day, because she was attracted by Han Mo's guitar playing appearance at the beginning, so she was also interested in his musical talent when she fell in love. Except for dating in the piano room, she really had no chance to show painting.

Shuya didn't want to ask again, but her eyes fell on Xuanxuan's drawing paper.

Just now Han Mo said that he was a talented person in painting. Shuya also wanted to say that he was smelly, but when he saw the paintings painted by Xuanxuan, he couldn't help feeling that painting really needed talent. The little guy was very talented in painting.

Children's paintings are not copies, but re creations of the original things. The dog's head is triangular, the small car will have big eyes, and the house is colorful.

However, Shuya was surprised that a four-year-old child could draw so many patterns.

"Xuanxuan, did the teacher teach you all these paintings“ Shuya asked, looking at the picture on the paper.

The little guy raised his head, looked at his mother with big eyes, and said, "it wasn't taught by the teacher, it was Xuanxuan who wrote and drew according to the picture."

Shuya remembered that the painting classes in the kindergarten are still mainly color painting, that is, drawing some simple graphics at most. As for what Xuanxuan said, it is obvious that the picture book will not be drawn like this, but Xuanxuan has carried out secondary processing.

The little guy suddenly looked at his mother excitedly with big eyes, "Mom, let me draw a picture for you."

Shuya was stunned. "Portrait?"

"Yes, mom, you sit there and I'll draw a picture for you." The little guy pointed to the sofa chair not far away.

Before Shuya could react, the little guy took her mother's hand and walked to the sofa chair. Shuya was pushed into the chair by the child and sat down.

”Mom, can you sit still“ The little guy ran back to the table and took a piece of drawing paper. Then he said to Han Mo, "Dad, can you bring me the easel‘

Xuanxuan stretched out her small hand and pointed to the open space opposite the sofa chair.

"Of course." Han Mo gently touched the little guy's head and helped him move the easel to the designated position.

Shuya actually doesn't believe that the child can draw a picture for her. Thinking about the small animals and cars on the paper just now, Shuya sighed silently in her heart and didn't dare to imagine herself for a while.

Han Mo saw Shu Yaxiu frowning slightly and guessed her little worry. He couldn't help laughing, "don't worry, we Xuanxuan paint very well. We paint figures and gods more than 90 percent." Then he looked at the little guy with a very tacit understanding.

"Did Xuanxuan draw it for you?" Shuya asked incredulously.

"Yes, it's great, but..." Han Mo smiled and pulled a long voice.

"Just what, you say." Shuya urged.

"It's just a little long, but slow work makes fine work." Han Mo smiled again.

The little guy had prepared the painting tools to be used, and his pink mouth tooted, "Mom, sit down quickly. Xuanxuan is going to start painting."

Shuya sat up in the sofa chair according to the child's instructions. Although Han Mo always praised the little guy's painting, Xuanxuan was also full of confidence, but what do you think of Han Mo's smile with a bad smile of watching the excitement.

As time went by, Shuya didn't know how long it would take. She kept a posture and was very tired. Every time she moved a little, she would be stopped by the little guy and asked him to sit down. Don't move. In order to show a better effect, Shuya tried her best not to move. Not only her body didn't move, but also her eyes looked in the same direction.

Han Mo has been sitting on the side of the sofa chair without talking.

The room became very quiet. The only sound that could be heard was Xuanxuan's soft waxy saying, "Mom, don't move."

Although Shuya is an actor, she will try different roles when acting. Sometimes she will sit for a long time and repeat it over and over again for a lens, she has never sat on the sofa like this. She felt that every cell of her body was frozen. It was too painful.

However, she was very happy to see the portrait of her daughter in a moment. Shuya also secretly decided to mount the picture and keep it forever. This was the first time the little guy painted a portrait for her mother. She was also ready. She might reprocess the original appearance, but it was nothing more than adding more bows or more colors. It shouldn't be very bad.

But it turns out that Shuya still underestimated the little guy's imagination.

Just when Shuya felt that she had grown into the sofa and would take root and sprout for another second, the little guy suddenly shouted excitedly, "Mom, mom, I've finished painting. Come and see."

Shuya was also very excited when she heard this sentence. What she was excited about was not that she could see the child's painting right away. She was excited that she could finally move, but she just wanted to stand up. Before she could get up completely, she sat back on the sofa.

"Oh, my mother's legs are numb. Xuanxuan brought the picture and let her have a look." Shuya said expectantly as she rubbed her calf.

The little guy took the drawing paper and ran to his mother. He carried his small hands behind his back and puffed his small cheeks. His fleshy face was very cute. "Mom, close your eyes first."

Shuya quickly closes her eyes and looks forward to the first portrait her daughter painted for him. At the moment, Han Mo stands by the sofa and is also ready to see the portrait.

"Well, look." The little guy's sweet child voice is full of joy.

Shuya heard the sound of the paper moving. She opened her eyes and smiled at the corners of her mouth. Finally, she could see the portrait painted by her daughter, but

When she saw the paper, the expression on her face froze and the corners of her eyes trembled slightly.

Han Mo puffed and laughed.

Shuya tried to be patient and keep smiling, pointed to the "monster" on the drawing paper and said, "Xuanxuan, is this your mother?"

Shuya doesn't dislike that children are bad. Of course, a four-year-old child can't draw very much, but in order to see the unknown object on the drawing paper, she let her sit motionless on the sofa all morning. It's really angry.

However, Shuya didn't want to discourage her child, so she praised Xuanxuan. The little guy was not happy and ran away.

Han Mo picked up Xuanxuan's painting and nodded with a bad smile, "well, it's good. It's very similar. The divine similarity is more than 90 percent."

"Where do you think this picture is like me?" Shu Ya just praised the child because Xuanxuan was young and needed more encouragement in the embryonic stage of interest, but Han Mo said it with a bad smile. Moreover, she just asked Han Mo if he had painted it for him, and he said with confidence that it was intentional. Shu Ya turned his eyes on the North and South Korean Mo mercilessly, and didn't turn his head and ignore him.

Han Mo saw that Shu Ya was really angry and said with a smile, "I'm talking about this picture“

He sent another portrait to Shuya. This is the portrait he had just painted for Shuya sitting on the side. On the paper, Shuya's face was on her side, and the delicate and beautiful outline was perfectly presented on the paper.

This is the first time Han Mo painted Shuya. Just now the little guy said he wanted to paint for his mother. At first, he just wanted to watch the excitement, because the little guy also painted for him before. Of course, the level is the same as now, no difference.

But looking at it, Han Mo couldn't help but move his pen, because Shu Ya was so beautiful that he wanted to remember it with a brush when he saw it.

Shuya held the paper in her hands and couldn't help staring.