Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2691 Sister-in-law's Artistic Life (38)

Not just to take off the ring, but to get back his painting tools.

It was an antique that he bought at an auction house for hundreds of thousands.

After spending tens of thousands of dollars, a master engraver was invited to specially create the frame.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the treasure he is most proud of, and it is a symbol of his status, and he must definitely get it back.

Thinking that he would face Wei Lianhua again tomorrow, Albert took a deep breath and took the painting left by Wei Lianhua again.

The teacher once said that every student has merit.

Finding bright spots in their works, and then helping students find a path suitable for their development, is the work that an excellent teacher must complete.

Even if it is just a small color point, it may become the key to a student's success.

Albert is a very proud person, and he must do his best no matter what he does.

In order to prove that he has the potential to become a top teacher, Albert suppressed the urge to vomit blood.

He picked up the painting that made his eyes hot again, and observed it bit by bit.
Five minutes later, Albert threw the painting aside, he lost, he was not a good teacher.

Painting can express a person's inner world very well.

Judging from this painting, the woman shouldn't be painting, murder and arson may be more suitable for that person's dark heart.

No, judging from this painting, that woman is really reckless if she doesn't destroy the world.

After dinner, Wang Yilin kept lingering outside Wei Lianhua's gate, but he dared not go in.

She felt that her mother should be doing something very important.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Wei Lianhua finally said, "Do you want to bring something to eat?"

Really think she is for nothing!

Wang Yilin grinned, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a piece of pancake.
Then he went straight into the room and stuffed the pancake into Wei Lianhua's mouth: "What are you drawing!"

Wei Lianhua tilted her head and looked at Wang Yilin sideways, and she still did not forget to explain: "Art."

She is creating her own artistic kingdom.

Wang Yilin glanced at the frame, subconsciously took a breath: "This is."

On the off-white canvas, there is a stick figure old man patched together with various watercolors.

Except for the old man, there are all kinds of watercolors with distinct colors all around, without any smudging or excessive color.

All the colors are stuck to the frame like dog skin plaster.

The paint sags due to not doing a good job of smearing the edges.

The paint flows through the stick figure old man's head, eyes, and corners of mouth.

Make the stick figure old man in the middle of the canvas more permeable.

Wang Yilin subconsciously looked away: this is a kind of horror art that makes people dare not take a second look.

She even had the illusion that the old man in the painting would jump out of the frame at any time and bite someone.

Maybe it's not an illusion
What did her mother draw!

Aware of Wang Yilin's doubts, Wei Lianhua introduced very calmly: "This is Lao Dingtou."

She had just analyzed Albert's words and found that what she was best at was this old man.

This old Dingtou, she can not only draw upright, but also draw backwards, even backwards.

And there is absolutely no abnormal performance.

Seeing Wang Yilin's shocked eyes, Wei Lianhua felt a heavy sense of powerlessness.

This is the sadness of staying with people who don't understand art.

Lao Te is right, artists are lonely.

The higher you go, the fewer people will understand you.

She is really wronged to be in this team that doesn't understand art
Wei Lianhua wanted to hug herself in distress, and Wang Yilin also wanted to hug herself.

She has also heard an old man's jingle,

It's just that she didn't expect that this old Ding's head could produce such a terrifying effect after being colored.

She can't comment on how well her mother paints, but she will never take a second look at this painting.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the old man in the painting was staring at her.

The two circles representing the eyes seem to follow her movements.

Taking two deep breaths, Wang Yilin finally managed to walk to the back of the frame.

But what made her stand on end was that her actions did not avoid the sight of the stick figure old man.

On the contrary, she actually felt that the old man was staring at her through the drawing board.

Shrinking her body, Wang Yilin leaned closer to Wei Lianhua: "Mother, why did you make this for me!"

While speaking, Wang Yilin put his hand in front of Wei Lianhua.

Before, she only thought that this was a ring that her mother picked up from somewhere.

But I didn't expect it to be such a powerful thing.

After the initial fear and helplessness, Wang Yilin began to feel the benefits of this ring.

Thinking of the teacher who was blown away by the shield, Wang Yilin's heart was beating wildly.

If she had this thing in her hand that night
Wang Yilin blinked: Of course she knew why Mother made this thing for her, but she just wanted to hear what Mother said.

She likes being cared about by her mother.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Wei Lianhua reply: "Why else, when you encounter danger in the future, you can raise your shield and shoot him to death."

This shield looks light, but in fact, she used about five hundred catties of parts.

The shield is attached to Wang Yilin's hands, and Wang Yilin can move the shield as he likes with his own hands.

But to outsiders, it was a real five hundred catties.

Moreover, when the shield is opened, there will be a huge impact.

Can effectively block other people's melee attacks.

This kind of foolish defense tool is just suitable for a weak chicken like Wang Yilin who has no combat power at all.
When encountering bad guys, go down with a shield.

Even if the other party is not dead, at least he must be paralyzed and unable to take care of himself.

However, don't ask her why she made this thing, because she doesn't know either.

Everything seems to be printed in the brain, and the body has its own consciousness.

It seems that as long as you raise your hand, when you come back to your senses, there will be a pile around you.

Therefore, it is understandable to give Wang Yilin one.

After all, Wang Yilin is too weak, if one day she dies somewhere, this shield can be used as a tombstone for her
Wang Yilin didn't know yet, but his mother had already thought about what would happen to her afterward.

She lowered her head, looked at the ring on her hand, and her eyes were hot: "Mother, you are so kind."

Ever since her mother woke up, she has become a crybaby.

Being spoiled by her mother every day, happiness came too much and too fast, and she couldn't bear it.

She was really afraid that what happened now was just a dream.

What if she wakes up from this dream and there is nothing around her.

At that time, she will go crazy.

Wang Yilin lowered her head and looked at the ring in her hand, she was really scared.
At this moment, Wei Lianhua said again: "Use this thing well, don't die, I'm still waiting for you to be a cow and a horse!"

Wang Yilin's expression froze, and the tears that were rolling in his eyes were suppressed instantly.

When he raised his head again, Wang Yilin stared at Wei Lianhua with eyes like a dead fish: "Mom, it's all my fault, I didn't teach you a class recently. So tonight, let's add class!"

Two hours later, Wang Yilin left her mother's room contentedly.

Wei Lianhua was left lying on the bed alone, dying.

Come on, hurt each other!

(End of this chapter)