After reciting a few hundred words, Yun Acacia picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm tea, breathing a sigh of relief.She even has a sense of nervousness in the face of the art exam, which shows that the old man's difficulty has produced enough psychological deterrence for her."
The fish has no intention, and they watch the joys and sorrows outside the water."
The old man muttered and repeated, his eyes straightened, and his right hand unconsciously drew in the void, as if he was painting a big hair.Yun Xiangsi glanced at Wei Anran, Wei Anran silently flipped over the back of the sofa, walked lightly outside the painting, gently pushed open the door with strength, and signaled a surprised serious person to come out to see.When I saw the old man's demeanor seriously, I understood.She hurriedly waved at Wei Anran, and motioned to Wei Anran with her lips to help move the four treasures of the table to the large coffee table in the living room, so that the old man could splash ink and show his interest.Wei Anran would do so, and in the past, Yun Xiangsi had already quickly picked up the tea set on the table to the ground, and was standing aside with a smile, matching just right.Wei Anran put down the things in his hand, trotted over solemnly and flattened the drawing paper, lined up the brushes, and grinded the ink for later use.Yun Acacia and the two of them waited with bated breath next to them, and it was also a blessing in their lives to be able to see the master painting on the spot.It's a pity that their wishes are doomed to fail.Seriously and skillfully studied a pool of ink, the old man still drew in the void with his bare hands, and did not really start writing.Seriously put down the ink ingot, glanced at the two of them, and Yun Acacia and the two of them hurriedly tiptoed away with her.The Yan family's house is obviously remodeled, and the studio is very large, as if it was made by opening up two rooms.The reception room is not big or small, and the layout is simple and elegant, not cramped.You can bypass the studio and see the mini kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc., which can be called the back of the room, and this kind of contrast becomes more and more obvious.In fact, the area of the Yan family's housing is not small, but there is still a big gap between the expectations of the clouds.After all, the master who can be Wen Yan Wen Dashao sincerely asks for paintings, his reputation and status must not be bad, and the sense of scarcity that is difficult to find in a painting is not an exaggeration to create a philistine value of a thousand gold.So like a certain internationally renowned painter in the family, Yun Xiangsi preconceived that Master Yan must be living a graceful life, fame and fortune, and nourishing not to be wanted, after all, things gather people in groups.But she forgot that Yun Ranmo was born in the Yun family, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a nobleman, she is used to being small, and the details of her life will of course be exquisite and extravagant.This has to do with the environment in which they grew up, but it is not common to artists.Many old artists are very simple, not confined to external objects, and devote themselves to the pursuit or enjoyment of the beauty sublimated by life, which is a group of spiritual nobles, elegant and luxurious.From this point, it can be seen that Yun Acacia is still a complete layman.Even if there is an artist's father, she still values profit and material enjoyment in her bones, even if she also attaches importance to the emotional world, she cares more about the small citizens who love small families and small families.But that's no one else's business, is it?
She once dominated a world like self-exile, and she has long lost her nostalgia for vain glory, and now she is just living more down-to-earth, more like an ordinary person.It's plain and real, and it's good.Pushing open a door in the far corner, he made a serious gesture and invited the two of them into the house.The door closed silently behind him, and Yun Acacia glanced at it, and noticed that the hinges were shiny and shiny, as if they were oiled, and the side of the door panel was also wrapped with a thick mezzanine, presumably for sound insulation.She was not mistaken, and after closing the door with some effort, a relaxed smile appeared on her face, and although her voice was still very low, she dared to make a real sound."
I'm really embarrassed, my dad is afraid of quarrels, especially when painting, a temper tantrum is not going well, so I have to wronged my sister.Have a seat. ”She explained apologetically, her voice was gentle like water, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her whole person was quiet and beautiful.Yun Xiangsi smiled and looked at the small house.A single bed, a slightly larger bed, sits in the corner, next to a small single desk with a chair in front of it.The floor is paved with smooth, narrow wooden planks, which is obviously not the same concept as the wooden floors of later generations, and somewhat resembles the appearance of neon tatami mats.A little girl was sitting on her stomach at the head of the wooden board, quietly taking a bald brush and carefully scribbling on the corners of the drawing paper that had been painted with ink."
This is Miao Miao, such a young child can sit still, and he will definitely have a big future in the future."
Yun Xiangsi looked at the little girl fondly, but it was not all kind words.Of course, it is extremely rare for children to have such restraint and concentration, and these qualities are indispensable for most successful people.The serious face showed a complicated expression, a little bitter and more but still proud, looked at his daughter with pity, and replied in a low voice."
Her name is Tang Miao, and she is four years old this year.She is a little different from other children, she just likes to paint.She's not a rude bad boy, don't be surprised. ”Yun Xiangsi chuckled in her heart, and carefully looked at the little girl who was immersed in the world of painting, and then realized that something was wrong.They came in for so long and talked for a while, but Tang Miao turned a deaf ear.It's a bit too much to say that I'm obsessed with painting, after all, I'm still such a young child, and I'm also fast, and I've already turned a page of drawing paper that doesn't have much room to play.Autism Yun Acacia has this word in his mind, because if he can't speak, he won't say it so lightly.Yun Xiangsi looked at the child who was so quiet as if she had been abandoned by the world, and she could see a familiar shadow from her in a trance.It was herself in the hospital bed in her previous life."
Can I go over and talk to her" Yun Xiangsi didn't act rashly and asked for serious opinions.A serious and gentle mother should be the person who knows Tang Miao best."
Yes.It's just that she may not respond in time. ”Seriousness was a little embarrassed, but I still agreed gently.Yun Xiangsi can understand her considerations, it is nothing more than that there are few outsiders at home, and even less contact with Tang Miao, she hopes that her daughter can have more contact with the outside world, in case there is any opportunity, it is a blessing to open her daughter's heart.The good intentions of being a mother, Yun Acacia can feel it at this moment, and the feeling is deeper.She stroked her lower abdomen, and all sorts of worries about her hidden little life flooded again.If there is really a blessing, she is willing to do her best to accumulate good fortune and only wish to give her children health and safety.Let's start by trying to care for Tang Miao in front of you.Yun Xiangsi glanced at Wei Anran, who was sitting quietly in a chair, his appropriately upright figure was set off by the delicate tables and chairs, which was extraordinarily tall and reliable.Wei Anran gently hooked the corners of his mouth, never taking his attention off her.Yun Xiangsi smiled brightly, and the spring light in the room seemed to be full of three points.aa2705221t1706231537: