The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1171 Building a City 10
That portrait is very realistic.

The handsome boy in white clothes and black trousers, who is as handsome as a demon, is slightly sideways, with red lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling.

He was putting one hand in his pocket, showing the movement of looking sideways.

She stood on the bridge head, her dark peach blossom eyes sparkled brightly.

The breeze blew the young man's jet-black hair, and the young man's posture was cold and luxurious, with an extremely enchanting temperament and appearance.

However, the eyes that looked over at that moment were full of smiles and joy.

As if to step out of the frame and talk to you.

Mrs. Qin was stunned for several seconds before realizing that it was a portrait.

Not real.

For a moment, the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

In fact, Qin Zong's painting skills are not that superb.

From Mrs. Qin's point of view, there are flaws in both the brushwork and the use of color.

However, all the flaws become insignificant when the strong emotion of the author is perceived.

Any art is used to express emotion.

Or sad or happy, or worried or angry.

It doesn't matter what the process is when the goal is reached.

Mrs. Qin looked at the painting hanging in the corner, her nose sore, and her throat suddenly felt the urge to cry.

She looked at the smiling young man in the portrait, and tightly covered her mouth with her hand.

The whole room fell silent for a while.

Qin Zheng didn't speak, but stood beside Mrs. Qin.

It took a long time for Mrs. Qin to recover, she turned to look at her husband, "How...how did you find out?"

There are suppressed emotions and crying in the voice.

Qin Zheng sighed softly, "I've got someone to keep an eye on that kid Lian Feng."

It turns out that Lian Feng actually bought a lot of painting tools.

He was a little surprised at first, thinking that there was something wrong with Lian Feng's brain, why he suddenly wanted to learn to draw.

It was later discovered that the painting utensils that Lian Feng bought were all for Qin Zong.

Mrs. Qin took a slight breath, turned to the table, and wanted to sit for a while.

But I found some sketches scattered on the table.

She reached out and picked up the first one.

Read it carefully.

After reading it, I picked up the second one, and the third one...

It is found that these paintings drawn by Qin Zong are all coherent.

It should be the past memories of Xiao Zong and Yan Tao...

Mrs. Qin's face paled slightly, her eyes fixed on the first painting in a daze.

The boy at the beginning is flamboyant.

He rushed over along a winding mountain road, his black hair flamboyant.

Madam Qin didn't continue to look down, she gently put down the drawings, put them all back together and put them back to their original positions.

There was a dazed and thoughtful look in his eyes, and he murmured, "Did I do something wrong?"

Qin Zheng walked over slowly, with a gentle and deep voice, "No, you did nothing wrong."

From the standpoint of a mother, Mrs. Qin just wanted to protect her child.

Not wrong.

Mrs. Qin turned around, looked up at her husband, and pursed her lips slightly, "When he was just born, he was only so small, the size of a kitten. They are also babies, and their children are all healthy , only my child was admitted to the intensive care unit when he was born. In the first few years when I was born, I didn’t dare to close my eyes at night, for fear that something would happen to the child in the middle of the night, and he would be gone when I woke up. It's..."

"If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have plotted against others, and later went mad, causing him to suffer from illnesses since he was a child..."

Madam Qin's face was full of guilt and distress.

(End of this chapter)