Chapter 491

That painting can't be called a painting, but as a father, he is willing to take his son's graffiti as a great work.

In the past three years, Mingxi has never been special to anyone. After listening to his mother's explanation that Xi liked Qin Yi very much, he also believed in the eyes of his family. This incident made him feel a little more identity with Qin Yi.

"Well, Mingxi painted me a portrait. I like it very much." Qin Yi nodded.

Wei Chengxin said that flatterer, that is the ghost symbol, where is the portrait? However, during the Spring Festival, she was in a good mood when she saw the third uncle. She could not bear to say anything bad about the scenery.

My heart is still a little sour. Usually she doesn't accompany Mingxi to talk. The little guy only listens. The first time I see Qin Yi, she likes her so much. He also paints for her. He has never painted his own cousin. What a pity!

Zhou Muwen laughs, only when Qin Yi is kind enough to protect Mingxi, and cares about the children's heart as much as he does. "Mingxi seldom likes a person so much. He must be very happy to know that you come home. I'll send someone to call him now."

"Is Mingxi painting? I heard he was learning painting recently? I'll go and see him, so as not to disturb his painting. "

After listening to her, Zhou Muwen knew that she should understand Mingxi's recent situation, nodded his head and said: "this is his most powerful performance in the past three years. The family doesn't want to give up this direction easily. They are trying to find out or cultivate his interest."

"That's right. Brother Shiyu can also draw. Maybe they can have a common topic." She was about to take Shiyu to Mingxi.

Zhou Muwen looks at Shiyu subconsciously. He doesn't know that Shiyu is autistic, but Mrs. Zhou does. Experts diagnose Mingxi as autistic. Although autistic patients are different, what if? What if the rain can communicate with Mingxi?

"Let's go with the hours. Mingxi likes mianmianmian. Maybe she likes painting when she sees mianmianmian? " Looking at the rain, Mrs. Zhou said in a soft voice, "when you are young, Mingxi, this child doesn't like to deal with people. If he slights you, I hope you don't mind."

When the rain nodded.

Mrs. Zhou had just ordered the servants to take them to the studio. A man came to the studio in a hurry and said anxiously, "master and wife, master Mingxi suddenly burst into tears and could not be persuaded."

The whole family was shocked. The old lady stood up and Yu Xinyao rushed out directly.

"Mingxi is not painting. What happened?" Mrs. Zhou asked the servant.

The servant replied, "master Mingxi was painting. We watched him while he was painting. When he was painting, tears suddenly fell down."

Mrs. Zhou did not care to ask too much, and went to the studio with the help of Yang Xue.

In the studio, Mingxi was sitting in a wheelchair with her head down and tears streaming quietly. Her fists were tightly clenched without making a sound.

There was a piece of drawing paper on the table, which was stained with a large mass of black ink.

Although Mingxi hasn't called her mother for three years, Yu Xinyao can feel the pain of Mingxi and the pain of her soul. He seems to want to express something, but he can't do it, and no one can understand what he wants to say.

She thought about the description of autism, autistic people only live in their own world, the world is quiet, undisturbed.

She wants to help her children, but no matter how strong she is, she can only hold her head and sob: "Mingxi, we won't draw any more. My mother won't force you to draw any more. Later you want to stay alone, just stay alone. Mother won't let anyone disturb you, as long as you can be happy in your own world..."

Zhou's family didn't know how to comfort their grieving mother and son. Mrs. Zhou's eyes were red and she couldn't stand the scene.

Zhou Muwen stood beside him, his drooping hands trembling slightly. Just as he was about to walk past, a white figure stepped out.

"When he was young..." Mrs. Zhou just wanted to talk, Qin Yi put up a finger on her lips. Mrs. Zhou realized something immediately. Rao, she couldn't control her heart beating after the big wind and waves.

In the quiet studio, there was a slow hissing sound. It was the sound of the zipper of the backpack being opened.

Hula.

The sound of paper shaking is very clear.

It's also very abrupt.

Yu Xinyao raised her head from her sadness and saw Shi Yu standing beside her, holding a stack of paper in her hand, and looking at Mingxi without expression.

"You..." Yu Xinyao didn't know what Shi Yu was doing. It was very impolite for him to burst in suddenly. But somehow, she felt that Shi Yu was doing something that might be good for Mingxi.

When rain ignored her, she stepped forward two steps, stopped in front of Mingxi's wheelchair, drew out a drawing and put it in front of Mingxi.

Mingxi is still silent tears, tears wet face, looks very pitiful, but he saw the drawing moment, the godless eyes suddenly opened, even cry forget.

His eyes were wide open, and his tears were still hanging on his long eyelashes, but he could not bear to blink and stare at the geometric figures on the drawing.

The drawing is full of complicated patterns, and the layman can only see that it is a geometric drawing, but can't see what it is.Rao is Yu Xinyao can't understand.

But Mingxi understood it. He understood it in an instant. He understood all the figures that he could draw but could not.

This is a portrait.

A portrait of Qin Yi.

It's more complete than the one I painted. It's a complete portrait.

He looked at it for a long time before he realized that this drawing was drawn by another person, who knew how to draw in this way like himself!

Know better than yourself!

When he looked up, he first saw a pair of long white hands with long fingers and distinct bony joints. But there was no doubt that they were men's hands. Mingxi's eyes, which had never been focused on, showed a look of surprise.

His eyes moved up again, and the exclamation in his eyes became more and more obvious. Slowly, he finally saw the whole picture of each other.

This person's line is really beautiful, simple and steep, such as the snow capped mountain is unattainable.

He tilted his head and looked at the people in front of him from another perspective. He found that no matter how he looked, he could not help reaching out and trying to touch the person in front of him.

When the rain stood still, allowing him to trace his own profile.

Mingxi painted very slowly, far slower than the last time he described the outline of Qin Yi. When the rain did not move, he looked at it.

Several minutes later, Mingxi finally stops her hands, her eyes are bright, and she looks at the rain with her hands.

Qin Yi understood that Mingxi wanted to paint again.

Not only she, but also the whole Zhou family understood. However, Shiyu did not agree to his request and drew out a drawing again.

This is still a complicated drawing, which is a little different from the previous one.

Mingxi's eyes are wide and round, and she looks at the rain with disbelief.

When the rain nodded, "I."

Mingxi's eyes burst out with strong brilliance, and the rain's eyes looked like the brain powder worshipping idols.