Chapter 253

"Bang."

Muziliang patted the chopsticks on the table heavily, so that everyone looked up at him, and the grandchildren stood up uneasily.

"What about Huakang? Breakfast and no one else? Do you want me to invite him? "

The old man was sulky.

Being nodded by the old man himself, Lian man stood up in fear. He was very weak. "Father, Hua Kang, he may be addicted to painting and forget the time. I'll call him now."

“……”

The old man kept his face calm and kept the atmosphere to a minimum.

At this time, Lin Yi picked some flowers in the flower garden outside. Mu Xianfeng asked her to study more delicious dishes with flowers. There were more rare flowers planted in the big house, so she picked some with a basket.

After picking a basket of flowers, Lin Yi walked back with it.

In the distance, I saw a well-dressed middle-aged man sitting in front of the beautiful flower bed, painting. There was no servant around.

Near, Lin Yicai found that it was Mu Huakang, the second master of the family.

Lin Yi pursed her lips and walked slowly towards him. Standing behind him, she saw the figure of a dancer on the paper.

There is no face, only a few strokes of silhouette. On the contrary, the scenery beside is rich in color and clear in natural gas. Even the shape of clouds is well drawn, not to mention the flowers and grass at the bottom.

Those figures are dancing alone in the depths of the flowers, romantic and lonely.

His painting is oil painting, decisive ink, unique color.

Lin Yi saw such a high level of on-site painting for the first time, which shows how deep the master's skill is.

She watched for a long time until Mu Huakang noticed that someone was around him. He looked back at her in surprise. A middle-aged face with deep legal lines showed some dissatisfaction, "who are you?"

Lin Yi bowed his head and said, "sorry, second master. I'm the private chef beside the young master. I just passed by and stopped because I was attracted by your painting."

I'm attracted to painting.

Mu Huakang looked at her clean young face and asked, "do you know how to draw?"

"I don't understand." Lin Yi shook his head, looked at the ink in the painting and said in a low voice, "I just don't know why. I always feel that your painting seems to be full of missing."

Hearing the words, Mu Huakang's eyes were shocked. He couldn't help looking at her more. When he saw her staring at his painting, her tone gradually eased down. "You're a smart cook. You're a genius."

Lin Yi smiles, "I'm flattered."

Mu Huakang ignored her modesty and continued to ask, "what else do you see in this painting?"

"Alone."

Lin Yi said without thinking.

Mu Huakang held the pen's hand and almost threw the ink on the painting. He looked at his words and fixed his eyes on the silhouettes. With a bitter smile, he said, "I didn't expect a little girl like you to understand me."

She's about the same age as his daughter.

His daughter never really saw his paintings. She just asked him why she would rather paint than accompany them.

“……”

Lin Yi stood by quietly without speaking.

Mu Huakang suddenly stood up and looked at her with an easy smile, "come, you and I will go to a place."

“……”

Mm-hmm?

Where are you going?

Lin Yi is inexplicable, Mu Huakang has turned to leave.

She thought for a few seconds before she could keep up. Mu Huakang led her into her studio. There were countless mounted paintings on the wall, and the paintings on the easel below were dense.

"How's it going?"

Mu Huakang is different from any other member of the Mu family. He is like a pure artist. He only has his paintings in his eyes. Seeing that Lin Yi understands him, he pulls her to see the paintings.

“……” Lin Yi looks at the numerous paintings in the studio, including sketch, realism and oil painting. The style is changeable, but the content is all one. The scenes in the paintings are numerous and complicated, and the same It's the dance shadow with a few strokes, not even a complete figure.

If one painting can't be seen yet, Lin Yi, who has been practicing dancing since childhood, can easily see that there are so many paintings here. This is Ying Yongxi's style of dancing.

Ying Yongxi's dancing has her unique characteristics, which are vividly depicted in every silhouette here.

If it wasn't for the obsession with Yongxi's dance to a certain extent, it couldn't be painted like this.

"How, how?" Mu Huakang asked after her.

Lin Yi came back to his senses and said, "second master, I really don't know how to draw. Looking at these, I can see that someone is dancing Am I blinded? "

"Bosom friend, you are really my bosom friend!"

Mu Huakang looks at her with great joy. He paints the dance shadow very simply, and some of them are deeply embedded in the scene. She can see

The little girl is a little funny.

"Ah?"

Lin Yi looked at him with a confused face. Mu Huakang took down the drawing board from his easel and stroked the dancing shadow with his fingers. He was very excited. He spoke in a low voice with a thick voice. "You know, I miss someone for many years. I forget her appearance, but I still remember itI want to know her graceful dance and remember her every move. "

Should it be Yongxi?

Lin Yi stood aside and looked at him carefully. He was completely immersed in his own emotions. His eyes were wet and his lips were trembling.

"Where did she go? Why didn't she come to see you?"

She asked in a soft voice, as light as a kind of bewitching, bewitching him to speak.

"She's gone. Over the years, only a few letters have told me that she's safe. I've looked for her, but I can't find her..."

He said in a low voice.

Peace?

Ying Yongxi has been dead for 11 years. How can he report his peace?

It sounds like he is obsessed with Ying Yongxi. She can't help asking, "second master, who is she?"

"Bosom friend, bosom friend." Mu Huakang raised his face and looked at her, with a smile on his face and a light in his eyes. "She is the person who knows my painting best in the world."

This answer surprised Lin Yi.

She thought Mu Huakang was in love with Ying Yongxi.

There was a sound of footsteps coming in a hurry. A servant ran into their sight and said eagerly, "second master, please hurry to have breakfast. The old man has lost his temper."

Hearing this, Mu Huakang remembered that there was such an important breakfast today. His face changed. He raised his foot and left. Suddenly he looked back at her and said, "little bosom friend, what's your name?"

It's not too small. OK.

"Lin Yi."

Lin Yi smiles.

"Well, I remember you."

Mu Huakang left her sight.

Lin Yi stood in the studio for a while and took out his mobile phone to call Ying Hannian.

Mu Huakang seems to disagree with their guess. She has to tell Ying Hannian.

Ying Hannian quickly picked it up there, with a low voice and a touch of light pick, "miss me?"

"Where are you?"

Lin Yi asked. "I know you're in the ranch's house, and I'm on the third floor. I'm going to give them a good play while everyone is together." Ying Hannian said that he came in in the name of sending materials to Mu Xianguang.