Almighty Dad Daily

Chapter 65
In the other direction, there are a bunch of male and female painters who paint and sketch, or it is more appropriate to say that painters.

One of these people is a teacher, the others are students, and one of them is the mother of the little boy Zhang Jie, a female painter who lives for her dream.Of course, her dream is to be a female painter, and a traveling painter.

For this dream, she also became a single mother.Today is a rare time for her to spend time with her children, but she is helpless because she also has painting classes today, so she can only bring her son along.

Zhang Jie spent limited time with this mother, and was unfamiliar with the environment here, and the child's temper was not restrained.When the female painter returned her attention to her son, he had disappeared...

The female painter is very anxious, the Wetland Park is so big, and I don't know when my son will be gone, can I not be in a hurry?Asking people along the way, some people said they saw it here, some said they saw it there, but after searching for a long time, they became dizzy.

"Excuse me, have you seen a little boy who is so tall... so... so... Oh, no, thank you..."

"Hey, big sister, may I ask if you have seen... oh, thank you..."

"Brother, you saw it from over there... Oh, sorry, thank you..."

The female painter is very young, about 24 or [-] years old, young and quiet, not amazing, but stubborn in her bones.She asked people all the way and found many places.

"Hello, may I ask, have you seen a boy who is so tall and big? Wearing... eyes..." The female painter came to Wang Yang and Feng Yin, and described her son's appearance.

Wang Yang Fengyin and the couple who collected the music and photographers actually changed several places.This is the sun slanting to the west, reflecting the unique scenery of the wetland, which is a good time for painters and photographers to collect pictures.

The four of them shook their heads when they heard the female painter looking for the child. They really didn't notice.

The female and female painters were full of anxiety and disappointment, and when they were about to leave, they were stopped by Feng Yin, who said: "Don't worry, we may help you find it, as long as it's in this park, you won't lose it. Come, come and sit down."

At this moment, a strange young man came to Wang Yang's side, whispered a few words, and then left.

Where did the female painter want to rest, she quickly declined and wanted to leave.

"Miss, don't worry, I know where your child is. Is his name Zhang Jie?" Wang Yang was shocked.

The female painter seemed to have grasped at a straw, and said, "Yes, sir, have you seen him? Where is he, please tell me..."

Wang Yang nodded and said: "Don't worry, your son met my daughter in a corner and is now with my daughter. You take a rest here with us, and they will come together later... Are you ...single mother?"

Wang Yang's words surprised the photographer and his wife, who had already felt that they were not ordinary people.There was a scene where a man whispered to Wang Yang just now, and they were even more sure of this.

The female painter was dubious, but since she knew what her son was called, she shouldn't be fooling herself, and judging by her demeanor and dress, she shouldn't be a liar, right?
"Single mother... I... count it..." The female painter also felt sad. Strictly speaking, she is not a single mother because she does not have custody of her son.

"Huh, are you a painter?" Feng Yin was a little surprised when she saw the painting tools in her hand.

The female painter smiled wryly when she heard the words, shook her head, and said, "Painter, that's my dream, but it's a pity..."

"It's a pity that the dream is full and the reality is very skinny, right?" Wang Yang glanced at the picture of the female painter exposed outside, and concluded that she had gone the wrong way, so he said this.

This sentence is very interesting, but it has touched many people who live for their dreams.Not only female painters, but also photographers and husband and wife.If you want to be a successful photographer, you need to spend a lot of energy, time, and money!
Painter, relatively speaking, is much better, but it is more difficult to achieve results!It's all art, and if art isn't recognized, it's rubbish!

"From the picture you drew, I can see that you have gone the wrong way! Your sketch should be good, but it is a beautiful talent to control other color strokes, but your imagination should be good. Unfortunately, you have no color talent, You can't be an Impressionist painter."

Wang Yang commented in the tone of a master, which naturally made people very unconvinced.

"If you listen to me and continue to be an original artist, you may have money. Yes, it's money. It won't waste your talent."

This sentence is even more annoying, what money and money?You are sullying art!

If this person hadn't said just now that the son could be found, the female artist would have left.

Over there, Wang Guoguo was playing hard with her sister's teacher. After teaching Xiao Zhangjie to write his own name, he taught him to write her name, and then taught him to write his parents' names.No way, Wang Guoguo asked him what his parents' names were, but he had no idea.

At this moment, a young man came over and said, "Miss, elder brother asked miss to take this little boy there. His mother is looking for him, and now she is with elder brother and sister-in-law..."

"Ah, uncle, you know where my mother is, I want to find my mother..." Xiao Zhangjie said with tears.

Wang Guoguo shook her head and said, "Look at your little face, aren't you just looking for your mother, let's go, sister and teacher will take you there..."

Not long after, Wang Guoguo and Xiao Zhangjie appeared in the sight of Wang Yang, the female painter and others.The female painter ran over excitedly, hugged her son in her arms, walked back to thank Wang Yang, and then it was done.The female painter really didn't like Wang Yang, who insulted art.

It seems that he is a rich man, so can a rich man use money to insult art?The female painter actually despises Wang Yangdi in her heart.

"Hey, Mom and Dad, this aunt is a bit strange, so she's leaving now?" Wang Guoguo was a little puzzled.

The little Zhang Jie over there looked back at Wang Guoguo frequently, and said, "Mom, I can write my own name. That sister teacher taught me. I can also write the names of my sister teacher and her parents..."

The female artist is depressed. I don't know how old the little girl is, but she is obviously younger than my son. How could she trick my son into calling her sister teacher?It's too much!It is conceivable that her parents are not good people...

"What are her parents' names?" The female painter was a little strange now.

"My sister's teacher's name is Wang Guoguo, and her parents' names are Wang Yangfengyin... I can write these words..." Xiao Zhangjie said proudly.

"What?! Wang Guoguo, Wang Yang, Fengyin?" The female artist was shocked. All the songs she liked very much were written by Wang Yang, so she knew Wang Yang by the way, and hurriedly said: " Son, quickly write those names and show it to mom..."

Xiao Zhangjie wrote it in a crooked manner, and the female painter was completely stunned, and immediately pulled her son back, she was going to learn from a teacher...

(End of this chapter)