Chapter 365

Sweet!!

She, did she faint again?

His mother Tian Shumin panicked badly and ran to her daughter's bedroom.

Boom!

Tian Shumin pushed the door open directly. The door panel hit the wall and bounced back, almost hitting her forehead.

Tian Shumin didn't care about these. She forced her shoulder and knocked open the door. The whole person rushed into the room.

There's no one on the ground!

There's no one in bed.

Wait, Tiantian seems to be sitting by the window, staring at something outside.

Tian Shumin's heart suddenly hung up. Tiantian, Tiantian won't be unhappy.

Although their home is only on the third floor, the windowsill is more than ten meters from the ground.

If you jump down and turn your head down, you'll die.

Tian Shumin opened her mouth and wanted to shout, but she was afraid to scare her daughter. Even if Tiantian didn't want to commit suicide, she might be frightened and fall down.

Tian Shumin swallowed a mouthful of spitting hard, walked carefully to the window, stretched out her hand and grabbed her little girl's arm, and then she settled down a little.

Got it!

Hold Sweet's arm, so that even if there is an accident, she can hold her daughter for the first time.

At the thought of "accident", Tian Shumin's hand couldn't help strengthening, as if her daughter would fall out of the window the next second.

And she instinctively just wanted to catch her daughter and save her with all her strength.

"Hiss!" he Tiantian, who was stunned, suddenly exhaled in pain.

The pain in her arm also woke her up completely.

He Tiantian first looked at the "murder weapon" that made her painful, er, a slightly wet hand.

His eyes moved smoothly and finally landed on Tian Shumin's face.

He Tiantian looked at his mother's panic and blurted out, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Tian Shumin heard her daughter speak, but she was more worried.

Because she found that her daughter was dull and completely out of her usual cleverness and liveliness.

"Sweet, are you okay?"

Tian Shumin suppressed her panic and worry and tried to say in a gentle voice, "why is there no movement? What are you doing in your room?"

He Tiantian didn't seem to wake up, but answered the question by instinct, "it's all right! I'm painting."

Painting is a quiet job. She certainly won't make too much noise.

"Painting? Then why don't you sit there and run to the window? The window is still open?"

It's October. Although it hasn't cooled down yet, it's not as hot as in summer.

Open windows for ventilation during the day. In the evening, you basically need to close the windows to avoid too low temperature in the room.

But it's almost six o'clock now. It's time to close the windows and draw the curtains.

As a result, her daughter not only opened all the windows, but also sat directly on the windowsill.

Like this, where is it like painting? It is clear that——

Tian Shumin didn't even want to think about jumping off a building to commit suicide.

"Oh, you say this!"

He Tiantian seemed to wake up at last. She pointed to a bird's nest on the treetop outside the window, "Mom, look, there's a bird's nest there. There are several birds in the bird's nest -"

Tian Shumin doesn't know why, but she still looks at he Tiantian's fingers.

Their home is on the third floor, and several trees have been planted in front of the building. When you look through the window of he Tiantian's bedroom, you can just see the top of the tree.

On the top of one of the trees, there is a simple bird's nest.

The bird built it with branches and grass stems.

Usually, when Tian Shumin cleans up her daughter's room, she will hear the birds outside, but she never pays attention to such a bird's nest.

But even if there is a bird's nest, what does this have to do with painting?

wait!

Tian Shumin seems to think of something and quickly lowers her head to see the drawing board in he Tiantian's hand.

There is a piece of sketch paper on the drawing board. On the white page, there is a tree branch with a bird's nest, and several furry small heads are exposed at the edge of the bird's nest.

"Sweet, did you draw this?"

Tian Shumin suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the picture in disbelief.

God, her house is so sweet.

Tian Shumin was not wearing a kind mother's filter, but exclaimed from the heart.

She doesn't know any art, but she can read it.

Look at her sweet paintings, the bird's nest, the branches, and the small heads.

Just a few simple lines, but the outline is lifelike, like taking pictures with a camera.

However, lifelike to lifelike, but it has a somewhat different feeling than photos.

Perhaps, it is also called artistry!

Anyway, Tian Shumin thinks her sweet painting is good.

"Yes, I drew it. I haven't touched the pen for a long time. My hands are a little damp. It's not very good, but I finally found some feelings!"

He Tiantian is not Versailles, but tells the truth.

She suddenly has super high painting skills, whether sketch, watercolor or oil painting, have reached a certain level.

But her body itself has not actually practiced.

When she just got the pencil, she didn't get used to it.

I still drew a few strokes and wasted two pieces of paper, which made me feel.

"Oh, I can draw such a level without drawing for a long time. It's very powerful!"

Tian Shumin was very excited and kept praising.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something. She ran to the door and shouted, "Lao he, Lao he, come here quickly. Look at our daughter's painting!"

He Guotai, he's almost asleep.

Usually nap, he certainly won't sleep so long.

But in the past week, I leaned in the hospital every day, and the whole person was exhausted.

He Guotai fell asleep after drinking some wine at noon today. He was tired + alcohol.

I opened my eyes and found that it was dark in the room.

He Guotai was about to get up when he heard his wife's loud voice.

"Coming!"

He Guotai, who was still a little stunned, suddenly woke up. While he was dressing, he also shouted, "wife, what's the matter?"

"Come on, we Tiantian really have a talent for painting! My God, her painting is so good!"

Far away, I heard Tian Shumin's excited voice.

He Guotai's heart moved, quickened his pace, and came to his little daughter's bedroom in three and two steps.

"What painting? We painted sweetly?"

He Guotai approached and stretched his neck to see the sketch on the drawing board.

"Oh, this is a bird's nest. There are birds in it?"

He Guotai is also an ordinary people. He hasn't even gone to college, let alone artistic cultivation.

When the little girl said she wanted to draw, he took time to go home and have a rest. He searched the Internet with his home computer.

Anyway, he thought some of the paintings he saw on the Internet were very good, but there were some crooked things that were neither human nor ghost. He really couldn't appreciate them.

To say that he is not afraid of being scolded and arrogant, he Guotai believes that the things painted by the so-called world-famous painters are not as good as the pencil paintings painted by his family.

At least, he Guotai can recognize what it is at a glance.

There is no need for others to explain to him what clever ideas and artistic connotation there are. He can understand them with his own eyes!

"Yes, the bird's nest outside our window -"

Tian Shumin is excitedly pointing to the branches outside the window to explain to her husband the origin of the painting.

However, when it comes to "outside the window", Tian Shumin suddenly thinks of business.

She quickly turned to look at he Tiantian, wondering and eager, "Tiantian, just draw. What were you doing sitting by the window just now?"

Yeah, how did she forget this?

Just because the girl sat in a daze on the window and half of her body was almost out of the room, Tian Shumin mistakenly thought that her daughter couldn't open her mind.

"Oh, you say this!"

He Tiantian said casually, "I was painting and suddenly felt that the colors and lines of those leaves were very interesting!"

"Also, when I first found out, it was not dark yet. The orange sun shone down and cast a very wonderful light and shadow under the leaves."

"In the light and shadow, the colors and lines of the leaves seem different. It seems that there is a three-dimensional feeling..."

He Tiantian said and turned her eyes to the window.

Now it's dark outside. There's no sunshine, but there's a layer of moonlight.

In this soft white light, the leaves seem to be different.

He Tiantian looked at it in a trance, as if she wanted to see through every chlorophyll in those leaves.

He Guotai & Tian Shumin:

The husband and wife looked at their daughter in amazement. They just talked about everything. Why are they in a daze now?

Tian Shumin's heart jumped badly when she saw the little girl goddess swimming outside the sky again.

She looked at her husband like asking for help. She didn't dare to speak loudly. For fear of disturbing her daughter, she could only use an exaggerated mouth and silently said, "husband, what should I do?"

Girl like this, isn't it silly to draw?

How to become God nagging, wooden Leng?

He Guotai has also been deceived. How does he know what to do?

However, he is the man of the family and the pillar of the family. He will go up at the critical moment.

As soon as he Guotai's eyes brighten, he has!

He gestured to Tian Shumin, meaning: look at Tiantian first, I'll find a way!

Tian Shumin nodded desperately and waved her hand quickly: go! Go!

He Guotai didn't dare to delay. He hurried to the living room, picked up the landline and called he Tianxin.

"Xinxin, what painter did you mention at noon? Do you have contact information?"

"Is that Mr. Qin song?"

He Tianxin was stunned and soon thought of what she said at noon.

However, she didn't know what happened at home. She thought her father was worried and wanted to find a good art teacher for he Tiantian as soon as possible.

"Yes, yes, that's Mr. Qin!"

Where does he Guotai remember teacher Qin song? He just wants to ask a professional painter.

"..." he Tianxin thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I'll call my sister first."

"OK! Hurry up!"

He Guotai urged anxiously.

He Tianxin:

I didn't want to pierce he Tiantian's lie so soon, but the situation doesn't allow it, so I can't blame her.

He Tianxin mumbled silently in the bottom of her heart, and then called his sister's phone number copied in advance.

After the phone was connected, he Tianxin indicated her identity, and then said that her sister wanted to learn art and hoped to consult with professionals like Mr. Qin song.

The elder sister is also very warm to her alumni.

It is actually a taboo to go beyond the training institutions and directly contact the teachers in class.

However, since she is a primary school sister in the same school, she gave him a contact information.

He Tianxin quickly told he Guotai the number.

He Guotai is in a hurry.

The little daughter in the room is still in a daze at the dark window.

Oh, that makes people feel flustered when they look at it.

He Guotai did not hesitate to dial the painter's phone number.

The phone rang several times and was connected. The voice was a warm and genial male voice. It sounded very young, about 30 years old.

"Hello, is that Mr. Qin? I and I have a daughter who likes painting very much. Today, I drew pencil at home and stayed there as soon as I drew..."

He Guotai said he Tiantian's situation, "Mr. Qin, you are an expert. You say my daughter's situation is abnormal?"

Qin song:... I'm a painter, not a doctor.

Your daughter is in a daze for no reason. If you feel abnormal, you should hurry to the hospital.

Call me——

wait!

Qin song's mind flashed an idea and asked, "this parent, how are your children drawing? Do you like painting very much?"

"Oh, Mr. Qin, my daughter draws very well. Although I don't understand, I just look good!"

He Guotai was worried, but when he mentioned his daughter's "painting skills", he suddenly came to the spirit and gushed.

Qin song is a little curious.

As a graduate student of s art oil painting department, he spent more than 20 years painting and had an "Epiphany".

Their epiphany and inspiration are abnormal in the eyes of outsiders.

Just, an ordinary high school student will have such a chance?

Qin song happens to work near the community where he Jia lives, and he is also relatively free these days and is preparing to find inspiration for his next work.

For a moment, he promised to come to he's house.

Half an hour later, Qin song came to he's house, but found that the high school girl didn't continue to be in a daze, but painted something with a drawing board.

Qin song looked closer and couldn't help being stunned.

Hiss!

The child's sketch is very good.

Qin song's sketch is very good, absolutely expert.

Between experts, there is no need to say too much. As long as the other party pulls a line, we can see the other party's skills.

"This is the first work of our sweet painting, this is the second..."

Tian Shumin carefully handed several pieces of sketch paper to Qin song.

The first one, slightly astringent, should be practicing.

The second one is much better and has reached the level of professional art students.

The third one, the horizontal trough, has made such great progress that the shadow and layout are well controlled.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Qin song still felt that the other party was better than himself.

With this skill, it's enough to be a teacher in an art school directly.

What really surprised Qin song was his terrible talent - one by one, the progress visible to the naked eye, or the kind of flying promotion!

Genius!

Have a talent against the sky!