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Chapter 38, Witness the Miracle

On the road.

Zhou Kun asked curiously: "I can paint oil paintings at the age of 17, and my family is very good?"

Thinking of Lu An's family, Zhou Jingni sighed secretly, not knowing what to say?
There was helplessness, sympathy, and regret, and I was also moved by the sincere emotions of the three brothers and sisters reporting to the group to keep warm.

Before waiting for a reply, Zhou Kun turned his head and glanced: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Jingni looked out the window and said with complicated emotions: "If I told you that his family was poor, his parents died young, and even basic food and school were difficult, what would you think?"

Zhou Kun was stunned: "Is it so miserable?"

Zhou Jingni folded her hands on her knees, sighed and said, "His life is harder than you can imagine."

Zhou Kun felt like he was listening to the scriptures: "Then how did he come into contact with oil paintings?
How did you learn oil painting?
Painting can't be done overnight, there must be a process of learning and practicing, right? "

Zhou Jingni was also puzzled by this question, but thought about it and said: "I asked him about the situation of his family. His mother seems to be from a painting family, and she is good at painting."

Zhou Kun asked: "You mean, it was taught by her mother?"

Zhou Jingni shook her head lightly: "I'm not too sure about this, I only knew about his ability to draw a few days earlier than you, and I haven't thought much about it yet.

But I noticed a problem, if it is true as you said, his sketches have surpassed yours and he has gone out of his own way, then it is definitely a talent. "

As a teacher, she is the easiest to perceive and define the hobbies and specialties of students, which comes from her professional sensitivity.

talent!

If this is really the case, then it must be an extraordinary talent, although Zhou Kun didn't answer the question, he was thinking in his heart.

The Family Hospital of the Education Bureau is not very far from Guifei Lane, passing by the Municipal Government and No. [-] Middle School, and it will arrive soon.

These days, owning a small car is an obvious status symbol in China.

But in a mountainous city like Baoqing, it is even more remarkable to have a small car.

When Santana slowly drove into the Concubine Alley, along with the yelling and screaming of the children, the faces of the old and the young were stuck to the glass windows and hung on the corridor, all of them stretched their necks as if looking at a western scene, A look of surprise.

Widow Zhang looked coldly at Zhou Jingni's frequent visits to Lu An's house in the past two days, feeling sore in her heart, her favorite cabbage would never belong to her again, and the most imminent taboo in her heart had to be sealed.

She compared her through the window, and she found that she was inferior to Zhou Jingni in every aspect except being coquettish, inferior in family background, inferior in education level, inferior in appearance.
Sao, this is the evaluation of her by the men, women and children in Guifei Lane.

Even if someone dared to call her flirtatious on the public face, she would risk her life to tear that person's mouth open, men scolded men's mouths, women scolded, not only tearing mouths, but also tearing.

But every time she looked in the mirror alone, or lay alone on the bed and thought about the young man downstairs, she felt that "sao" was the most appropriate word for her in this world.She often secretly despises herself shamelessly like this.

It's really three points to the bone, and the legs are wet just thinking about it.

People in Guifei Lane were watching the two discussing, but Lu An was quietly drawing in the bedroom.

Draw the "eternity" in his heart.

After reading the book for a long time, when he was resting, he couldn't help picking up the paintbrush.

It took him more than a year from comprehension to painting of this painting in his previous life, and his accumulation can be called rich.

After repeated scrutiny many times, do you know which one should be settled?What color should be applied to where?Every detail is as clear as a mirror.

So at this time, the painting is quite comfortable, very relaxed, with a spirit and aura.

"LuAnn, are you home?"

Outside the door, Zhou Jingni knocked and shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, come in by yourself, the door is not closed."

The courtyard door is really open, or as long as he is at home, it is often open during the day.

Because Li Dong and Ye Run would come to visit frequently, and he ran up and down too many times, and he got tired of opening the door. Later, most of them just closed there, and opened with a push.

The wooden door creaked and opened from the outside to the inside.

There was another squeak, and it was closed from the inside to the outside, blocking most of the line of sight.

"Where are you?" Seeing that there was no one in the yard, Zhou Jingni asked standing at the door of the main room.

This was just a symbolic inquiry, and there was no one in the main room and yard, so she guessed that LuAnn must be in the bedroom.The purpose of this question is to ask whether it is convenient for her and her cousin Fang to go in?

"Drawing in the bedroom, Mr. Zhou, please come in." Lu An was painting vigorously, so he didn't bother to move.

Draw
Zhou Jingni and Zhou Kun looked at each other, then slowed down and walked in lightly.

Seeing the two coming in, Lu An just raised his head and smiled slightly at Zhou Kun, as a greeting.

Then he said to Zhou Jingni: "Teacher Zhou, welcome the guests for me. There is tea brought by Sister Qingchi on the table of the Eight Immortals in the main room."

"You don't need to be so polite, I don't want to disturb your work." As a fellow, Zhou Kun understood his mood at the moment, responded politely, and stood behind Lu An, watching him paint.

Lu Anhun didn't care about strangers entering the door, and continued with his own business, because the person was brought by Lao Zhou, and I believe Lao Zhou would receive it well.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room seemed a little weird.

LuAnn, who had no distractions, ignored external factors and continued to paint.

Sometimes the brush falls on the canvas, sometimes he blends different colors on the palette, sometimes he stands in front of the easel and examines it seriously, and sometimes his face shows brisk emotions.

Zhou Kun focused his whole body on the canvas, his expression changed from freehand to solemn, and became more and more rigorous. The longer he meditated, the more shocked he became, without saying a word the whole time.

The current situation is completely different from his self-confidence when he was at his uncle's house, and he is a different person.

As for Zhou Jingni, after making a pot of tea, she watched from the side, looking at paintings, people, Lu An's paintings, and her cousin's engrossed scene, thinking deeply.

At one point, she quietly exited the bedroom, left the yard, and dug out a Nikon SLR camera from Santana's backseat bag.

Click!With a soft sound, she photographed Lu Ann's appearance from the side while painting.

Click!There was another light sound, and the painting, Lu Ann, and cousin Hanging Tail were all photographed from behind.

Click!With the third soft sound, she made a close-up of the oil painting on the canvas.

After three beeps, Zhou Jingni put away the camera. The shooting just now was to commemorate this interesting moment.

The reason why it is called an "interesting" moment is that she witnessed the evolution process of professional painters from viewing paintings with a communicative mentality to being devout like a child and not daring to say a word.

Seeing her cousin behaved like a primary school student, she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity: Lu Ann may be in the eve of dawn now, and the night will be sunny after the night.

This feeling of absurdity disappeared in a flash, and she didn't know if it was right?

But after taking three photos, she stopped taking them, fearing that it would affect Lu An's painting.

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