Chapter 97

In Ye Xi's impression, she is a lively young man who occasionally makes mistakes. She is as full of sunshine as the little sun, bringing laughter to people. When she suddenly saw this picture, she was shocked: "I'm afraid that she is a good girl What do you want to draw? "

Cone took a deep breath, released Ye Xi's arm, looked at him with expectation in his eyes: "is it OK to draw people? I want to draw my father

Ye Xi sighed in his heart.

A Fu Yan of the cone died when he was five years old. It is said that he died in order to protect his team members when he was the team leader during the big hunting.

Thinking of this, ye Xixin was sympathetic, and his eyes toward the cone became soft and said in a warm voice, "yes."

Seeing ye Xi's promise, he calmed down after he was happy. How did ye Xi paint before he saw his father?

Amum of the cone also thought of this, and immediately apologized to Ye Xi: "I'm sorry, it's the kid who is reckless. I haven't seen anyone before. How can you draw it?"

Ye Xi smile: "it doesn't matter, you tell me his facial features, I will draw, can draw out."

"Is that ok?" The cone's eyes widened in shock.

Ye Xi nodded patiently: "yes."

After getting the affirmative answer, cone was very excited, and his Eminem was also very excited. Neither of them knew what to say.

Finally, he suppressed his excitement and said with a fist: "I remember my father. His eyes are a little round, a little like, like Uncle Luo's eyes, but the tail of his eyes doesn't look up like him. It's drooping down!"

As he spoke, the cone waved with both hands, trying to describe it in detail as much as possible.

When I was a child, my father was the one he adored most. At that time, he had already remembered things. Even so many years passed, his appearance and interaction had been engraved in his mind.

Ye Xi picked up a piece of wood and slowly outlined it with a charcoal pen according to the description of the cone. He lowered his head to draw and encouraged him with a warm voice: "yes, that's it. You describe it very well."

When ye Xi was painting, all the people in the room gathered around him to see the charcoal pen drawing on it. Everyone did not dare to get too close to him and held their breath for fear of disturbing him.

As the charcoal pen outlines, the shape of an eye gradually appears on the wood chip.

There were breaths all around.

Shuiwen covered his mouth and exclaimed to his partner Pu Tai: "did you see it! It's really a human eye! It's just like that

Pu Tai's eyes were full of shock. He pressed his voice and said, "if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was witchcraft."

Others nodded, and if they didn't see it, they wouldn't believe it was painted!

Ye Xi's painting skill completely shocked them. Although Ye Xi's head bowed to draw at the moment had no change, it suddenly became unfathomable in their eyes. It seemed that there was a distance between the people in front of them and them.

In the past, ye Xi did many things that they couldn't do, such as looking for medicine, taking water, refining salt. But although these behaviors made them admire and appreciate, they did not make them feel shocked like they are now.

For example, in an uneducated mountain bandit village, a Hongru suddenly appears with good handwriting and eloquence, which makes a group of mountain bandits who only have the value of force but have not seen the culture feel ashamed.

The people looked at the eyes that appeared on the piece of wood.

Amum of the cone tightly grasped the cone's hand and excitedly said, "it's very similar. It's just that the eyes are flattened a little more, and then it's more like!"

Hearing the speech, ye Xi immediately wiped off the lower eyelids with his finger pulp, and then outlined again.

"How about this? Is it like this?"

Eminem looked at the eye on the piece of wood, stretched out his right hand and wanted to touch it. It could reach half of it. His hand shrank back as if it had been scalded. He just shook his voice and said, "yes, this is his eye, that's his eye!"

More than ten years She saw his eyes again!

The cone was too excited to do so, and said in a loud voice, "this is my father's eyes!" As like as two peas, the

, who saw the cones, said they were indeed very similar.

This piece of wood is still too small. Just as ye Xi painted it for fun, he didn't care much about it. But since he was a father who wanted to draw a cone, he naturally wanted to draw it more carefully, so this piece of wood was not big enough.

So ye Xixian made a draft on a piece of wood to confirm the facial features and facial features.

After all of them were confirmed, ye Xi got up and wanted to find a slate in the room to paint the portrait.

"The pieces of wood are too small for painting. Do we have stone slabs in our house?"

Yong they even busy way: "our house seems to have no slate."

"Then I'll look for it in another room!" Cone voice just fell, has burst out of the house, a head into the wind and rain.

Before long, the cone appeared breathlessly with a stone slab: "is this OK? I took it from the antelope's houseThis slab is big and smooth. The awl protects the slate well, hardly getting any rain. It can be used after wiping it with animal skin.

"Good. This one works." Ye Xi took over the stone road.

He was relieved to get Ye Xi's affirmation.

Having confirmed the facial features, ye Xi directly drew a portrait with a stone tablet.

On the slate, charcoal pen constantly depicts, a face with firm and resolute facial features, but implicit tenderness in both eyes, gradually appears on the slate.

The Amu hedge of the cone's eye socket suddenly Red: "a Yan! My ah Yan

Her hands trembled violently, reaching out to touch his face, but only to the cold slate. She looked at the picture on the stone slab half blankly, grasped the cone's hand, and wept.

Seeing the face of my father who had never been seen for a long time in my memory, I could not speak for a moment when I was staring at the figure on the stone slab.

Several people in the stone house were silent for a moment.

Seeing that his partner was so sad, Ling's eyes were also red, holding the cone's hand silently comforted him.

Seeing this, ye Xi was so sad that he continued to draw the last few lines. After putting down the charcoal pen, he handed both hands of the finished portrait to amum.

Eminem of the cone took the slate, just like a fool. He could only look at the portrait in the stone slab with red eyes.

There was no one talking in the stone house for a moment.

The atmosphere seemed to solidify.

Half ring, Pu Tai made a sound, the voice was very dry: "can you help me also draw a pair?"

Ye Xi stopped and said, "no problem. Just tell me the five senses just like that."

Pu Tai didn't speak for a while. The big man's eyes grew red and wanted to speak, but his throat was blocked. His voice was hoarse and ugly: "he is twenty years old, his eyes are round and bright, and he loves to laugh..."

Pu Tai's partner, the watermarks, could no longer stand it and began to sob.

Their son Tao saw that his parents were crying. He looked up at this and that at a loss.

Ye Xi was silent for a moment and then said, "OK, tell me what shape his facial features are, and who are they more like?"

Both of them are in their forties. Ye Xi has always wondered why their two children are so young. It turns out that they have the eldest son, but they have died

According to the description of Pu Tai and his wife, ye Xi slowly outlined the five senses with a charcoal pen.

When you encounter something different, wipe the lines with your finger pulp again and again, and then draw again.

Ye Xi was very careful in his painting. When he finished painting, the tears of the watermarks began to flow down. Looking at the young man whose eyes were bent into crescent and smiling brightly, he took the slate with trembling hands and slowly held it in his arms.

Pu Tai's eyes were red and he kept saying, "like, like, too much like..."

Seeing them like this, ye Xixin's head was pressed like something, a little heavy.

It was still raining outside. Ye Xi put down the charcoal pen and stood up, trying to get out of the room to breathe, even if it was raining.

At this time, Yong held him.

Ye Xi raised his head.

Bravely and hard to pull out a smile: "can you also help me paint?"

Ye Xi took a deep breath: "OK, who do you want to draw?"

"My partner, and my daughter..."

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